One evening as I lingered in God’s presence during a worship gathering, looking to see what God was like and what He was doing, a scene began to fill my imagination. Something so beautiful and mysterious unfolded that I’ve kept it close for a long while. Could I share it with you now?
What’s that? Someone willing to help me do the laundry? Tell me more.
Consider David: for 25 years he held on to the hope that God would establish his kingship. Many of those years were spent running for his life – even to the point of living in a cave. So what did David do to survive, even thrive, in such dark times? How did he hold on?
If you’ve ever felt like a cave-dweller, this is for you.
Walking into preschool one particularly stressful morning, my daughter said, “You know trees grow their roots underground, just like diamonds grow down deep underground!” The moment I got back in the car I wrote this poem to remember the truth: in the face of strain, stress and the weight of life, we can have hope! For when they press in, something beautiful is being formed.
Welcome to my new little space in the media world! I’d be honored for you to chew on my words every now and then. I’m longing for more, like we all are, and I have a good idea where to look. The title Beauty Runs Deep: let me explain…