Dear one, if there's a single message from this season it is this: It's okay.

Holy Saturday is a great day not to ask for anything, but to simply spend time within the Spirit of the Lord.

It's a lot. It's almost too much. It's love came down, for me and for you.

“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is.”

If music is a tool to see God, then anything can be a tool to experience God, can't it?

It is Christ, not culture that defines our lives.

You called me from the grave by name/ You called me out of all my shame

The hand of the Lord was on me, and he brought me out

Can't see nothing in front of me/ Can't see nothing coming up behind

He is my loving God and my fortress,/ my stronghold and my deliverer

Won't you take this cup from me/ Because fear has stolen all my sleep

Our ever-growing soul and its capacities can be satisfied only in the infinite God.

His creative power is generative and still on display today.

Only Thou art holy/ There is none beside Thee

Gives us a boldness to live fully abandoned to Your will.

He loves you, because He loves you, because He loves you…

Cock-a-doodle-doo. Guilt for breakfast, again.

How He loves us.

I started to have panic attacks. . .

Easter ‘57/ is scribbled on the back/ of a torn black and white—