What a dreamlike day in Iceland showed me about the certain hope—and responsibility—we have as followers of Jesus.

To anyone who's ever felt the weight of the question "why" and the absence of its answer.

Beauty comes when we’re brave enough to enter in and feel our longings fully, allowing them to press us into the heart of our one true Hope.

Because re-entering the memories we'd rather forget is the only way they can be rewritten, and redeemed.

Advent points to the Light coming into a season of darkness at its peak.

Sometimes our own expectations for our lives come at the cost of blinding ourselves to the good gifts God has for us.  We have our death-grip locked around what we want or think we need, cutting off our ability to receive or even see the blessings God longs to give us.

Though it’s rare to see while we are in the midst of a struggle, I’ve found that if you climb enough steps, you eventually reach a viewpoint that’s far enough removed to enable you to look back at the path you’ve just taken and to understand it.