The Preacher does not say there is a time for winning. He says there is a time for losing. And that time is appointed, too.

The world sprints toward January 1st. But maybe faithfulness looks less like running faster and more like standing still long enough to hear where God is actually leading.

I did not wait well every day. Some mornings I woke angry. Some nights I cried myself to sleep on the temple stones. But I stayed. That is the only secret I have to give you.

"I knew I was holding the weight of every promise God ever made. This child was the reason Abraham left Ur, the reason Moses climbed Sinai, the reason David sang and the prophets wept."

Simeon didn't just wait for something to happen. He waited for Someone. And when his arms finally held the weight of the promise, his first words weren't triumph—they were release.

The glory faded. The angels were gone. And the shepherds—these men who had seen heaven split open—returned to the same hills, the same sheep, the same cold night. What do you do the morning after you've seen everything change?

God did not send a message. God did not send instructions. God came. That is the scandal and the salvation of Christmas.

The silence before the song. The darkness before the dawn. Tonight, the promise is near—but you are not yet unwrapping it. Stay in the waiting.

She is unmarried and pregnant, and the world will call her ruined. But she opens her mouth and what comes out isn't fear—it's fire.

The road stretches before you, rocky and real. You are young. You are pregnant. And no one told you the path to blessing would feel this much like wilderness.

She was not yet the Madonna of a thousand paintings. She was a girl in a small room in a forgettable town, and an angel had just renamed her.

He walked out of the temple unable to speak. Not as punishment, but as preparation. Some things can only be learned in silence.

"Do you not perceive it?" God asks. Not "will you perceive it someday" but "do you not perceive it now?" The new thing is already happening. The question is whether we have eyes to see.

The mirror has become a courtroom for too many of us. But what if God's view of your body could change how you see your own reflection? #ChristianBodyImage

Healing doesn't come with an eraser—and Jesus proved it. He walked out of the tomb with holes in his hands, showing us that scars aren't shame. They're sacred. #ResurrectionHope

Your attention is the most valuable thing you own—and God wants the first portion, not the scraps. Here's what Mary understood that Martha missed. #TitheOfAttention

What if the most powerful witness at work isn't loud at all? Discover how your email signature can become a small canvas for hope. #FaithAtWork

Moses didn't get the voice until he turned aside. This Advent, what burning bush are you walking past? #JoyfulWonder

You don't need a quiet room to talk to God. Arrow prayers—those two-second, mid-chaos conversations with heaven—might be the most powerful prayers you ever pray. #FaithInRealLife

You've probably forgotten something God did for you. Ancient Israel built stone memorials to remember God's miracles—what physical practices anchor YOUR faith? Discover the transformative wisdom of Joshua 4 and learn to build altars you can carry through every season of life.