“Let the land produce vegetation!”

Silvery cirrostratus clouds skin the sky, haloing the light…

The Spirit of God hovers…suspended. Pausing. Anticipating.  …And then, His voice.

How do you tell the story of Everything?

Why would He test us?

Why are the last people who should lead the ones who volunteer first?

If He says He’ll be with us…will He?

How many stories are lesser stories than they should have been?

Every path contains a thousand possibilities.

What happens when we tell Him no?

They don’t all end well.

There is no pressure like generational pressure.

It is a difficult thing not to be seen.

To what lengths will He go to be with us?

Good counsel is a precious thing.

How long does obedience take?

There is no escaping influence.

What does it take to change?

The act of parenting draws back a curtain.

No one likes a parasite.