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I look up and see him standing on a rocky ledge where the path abruptly moves upward. I walk over to the steep incline where Jesus looks down from the ledge and extends his hand to grasp mine.  Leaning on my walking stick with one hand, I reach for Jesus with the other. With a firm grip he effortlessly lifts me up and over the boulders to the place he stands. I feel his calloused hand holding mine–he doesn’t let go.

Reflecting on God's pursuit of our hearts through a Kintsugi mending of our lives. New Art.

I remember when my girls were little and they would come close, press in for affection, for security, or just to know that I was there.

Pursued and Tended by the Shepherd It was about a year ago that I took the picture of this lamb. The framed photo sits on my desk in my...

This is a season unlike any other—we know it and we feel it. Our rhythms have been disrupted: rhythms for worship, connection,...