listening for His voice


Psalm 131

Lord, my heart is not haughty,
Nor my eyes lofty.
Neither do I concern myself with great matters,
Nor with things too profound for me.

Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul,
Like a weaned child with his mother;
Like a weaned child is my soul within me.

O Israel, hope in the Lord
From this time forth and forever.

Listening for His Voice



“Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord:
though your sins are like scarlet,
    they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red like crimson,
    they shall become like wool.”

Isaiah 1:18 esv

When you’re falling apart a little bit


Sundays are for worship, for naps + snuggles, for wrapping fingers around steaming mugs, for breathing fresh brisk air, for resting in this truth:

“He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.”
{Colossians 1:17}

He’s got this.  So, you can rest.