I’m really good at boggling my own brain. I’ll look at my feet as I’m walking and go, “Whoa, my feet move, and I don’t even have to try!” Or I’ll twist my brain up into a pretzel thinking about thinking.
I have lived most of my Christian life in moderate ease. No persecution, no death threats, no lack of Bibles. It’s something I appreciate, but sometimes I fail to see the whole picture that way.
I know it’s not Thanksgiving, but this week I was thinking about how much I have to be grateful for. Besides, Thanksgiving isn’t the only time I can be grateful for the abundance in my life. In particular, I was thinking about how it is such an immense blessing to…
This week, I had a week off school. Monday was family day, and on Monday I spent much time listening to podcasts and an audiobook while I scribbled random ideas into my new notebook…
Love. Such a weird word. It means so much in the English language. When I was learning Biblical Greek last year, you would not believe how many words for love I had to memorize. English has a lot of great words. Bumbershoot. Pterodactyl. Librocubicularist. Superfluous…