I eat him with a spoon in big, meaty bites when I spend time studying his explicit words to me. But I also get to taste him in creation—maybe with a straw. Sips of refreshing, implicit truth about who God is, sips of pleasure straight from his hand. I can be nourished on this part of God’s revelation as well.
I had the enjoyable experience of flying to Colorado Springs last month to sit down with Jim Daly and John…
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I slipped between the sheets and rested my belly between us. She turned towards me in the dim light. I…
I recently got on the phone with Rachel Jankovic, author, speaker, and mom of seven, to talk about the Bible…
Hair wisps over her ears and into her eyes, straight and the color of straw. Her hands are fat…
Mary Magdalene ran. She had worn prostitution on her sleeve, on the top of her mind and in her face,…
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