Taking That Leap of Faith
Taking a leap of faith isn’t about one audacious jump — it’s about the small, daily steps of trust and obedience that prepare us for the moment we’re called to move. Peter didn’t step onto the water on impulse; his trust had been building with every encounter with Jesus. When the time came, his faith had already been forged. What if the leap you’re afraid to take is one you’ve been preparing for all along?
Miracles, God, Faith, Ecumenism And Other Cosmic Oddities
The universe buzzes with mysteries we can’t fully grasp, but one truth stands firm: God’s love is real and reaches everyone. Miracles, those inexplicable interruptions of the ordinary, remind us that God cares deeply — even when the answers we long for don’t come. Faith doesn’t demand certainty, but it invites us to trust in a divine love that holds us steady through every moment.
The Surprising Power of Identity
What if the name God calls you could reshape your entire life? In the stillness of a mountainside, you hear him speak a new identity over you — one that invites you into deeper trust, adventure and surrender. It’s a reminder that knowing who you are in his eyes can transform everything, guiding you into a life of purpose and connection like never before.
Let’s Follow and Lead by Faith
Faith calls us to release control, trusting that God can work powerfully in our everyday moments. A simple, heartfelt conversation sparked an unexpected transformation, illustrating how letting go of our need to feel capable opens space for real change. Leading by faith means making small choices to trust, even when we don’t have all the answers, and that’s where God meets us.
An Interview with Dallas Willard
People who say they trust Jesus as Redeemer and do not bend every effort to obey him are self-deceived. They do not trust him. They trust some story about him.
The Most Beautiful Questions to Ask God
There were seasons when turning my attention to God had a rhythm that was regular but anything but predictable. When the kids were at school, and the house was quiet for a few hours, I would lay on the floor, my hands pressed to the wood, my knees on the carpet. I’d place my journal near me because I found that transcribing our conversations–words too kind and intensely loving to be my own–helped me hear them. It became an exercise in discernment. I was learning the sound of his voice in my heart; I was learning to trust that the words weren’t just thoughts of my own.