Are looking for a way to take your morning Quiet Time a little bit deeper without the huge time investment? This quick tip is my favorite digging-deeper trick. All you need is the Blue Letter Bible app! Happy digging!
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“What is it about Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob?” I wondered one morning. Sure, He is the God of them, and they are famously known from Hebrews 11 as the patriarchs of faith. And, yes, they are father, son, and grandson, respectively. But as I pondered it all somewhere in the middle of our ten-year family-wait,...
I spent a blissful three nights holed up in a hotel room by myself ten days ago, studying and writing and only taking breaks to stretch my body and eat some food. I rewarded myself at the end of both full working days with a bubble bath, a glass of wine, and a guilty-pleasure show,...
It was the dead of winter, ten years ago yesterday, when I found myself standing waist-deep in the crystal clear water of the Caribbean ocean just a few months before Shawna’s diagnosis. I had just finished photographing an intimate portrait session with a bride and groom on the day after their wedding. We walked the...
Because when voices escalate big and loud, fighting to be heard, the voice of God whispers small.
Are looking for a way to take your morning Quiet Time a little bit deeper without the huge time investment? This quick tip is my favorite digging-deeper trick. All you need is the Blue Letter Bible app! Happy digging!
“What is it about Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob?” I wondered one morning. Sure, He is the God of them, and they are famously known from Hebrews 11 as the patriarchs of faith. And, yes, they are father, son, and grandson, respectively. But as I pondered it all somewhere in the middle of our ten-year family-wait,...
I spent a blissful three nights holed up in a hotel room by myself ten days ago, studying and writing and only taking breaks to stretch my body and eat some food. I rewarded myself at the end of both full working days with a bubble bath, a glass of wine, and a guilty-pleasure show,...
It was the dead of winter, ten years ago yesterday, when I found myself standing waist-deep in the crystal clear water of the Caribbean ocean just a few months before Shawna’s diagnosis. I had just finished photographing an intimate portrait session with a bride and groom on the day after their wedding. We walked the...
Because when voices escalate big and loud, fighting to be heard, the voice of God whispers small.