Beside my bed rests a small, white-painted wooden block wrapped with twine—straight from Waco, Texas. The twine holds a postcard sized print with an artistically printed Bible verse. I’ve looked at the verse every morning all semester, but I honestly never gave it much thought. Then I was standing in worship at church a couple…Continue reading Refining

At His Feet

In humility she entered the room, making her way straight through the crowded room to Jesus,  generously lathering her Savior in outrageously expensive perfume. She wept, lavishing her love for the Messiah, wiping her tears from His holy feet with her long hair.  Completely abandoned, wholly surrendered, she kissed His feet. She poured out her…Continue reading At His Feet