Move my fingers to open your book that tells me what is true - not what needs to be known about me but what needs to be known about You.

Suddenly, I realize that this place is different.

This is the grace that breathes through my story.

God, who heard my James 1:19-20 prayer on the morning commute, heard my cries of wrecked confession on the drive home.

You help me to lift my foot and take one more step...

The best way to change the world is by loving the person in front of you. And in the furnace of fostering, my kids are learning that, too.

(Please don't get me a puppy for Christmas.)

I breathe You in and sing You out - if I remain silent, your creation cries out!

In that moment a gentle voice whispered to me: Cheryl. This is bible study.

The sunlight is beautiful, don’t get me wrong. But it annoys me how it illuminates all the cleaning that needs to be done.

Your kindness brings redemption, Lord.