When we dare to worship in the wasteland, hardened hearts and parched souls find a wellspring of hope.

Sitting on the edge of the world, where the tide kisses the shoreline and the sun dips below the horizon, hues of orange and pink reflect off of teal water. Our toes play in the sand as I find safety in the warmth and comfort of his arms. We pour red wine in plastic cups and prepare a paper plate of cheese and crackers. Our perfect date—our great escape from the looming reality.

Stop looking for truth within the frailty of the human heart, and look to Christ alone.

On the closeness of Christ as we are being remade.

I was upset when you first told me, “I love you.” I wished you would’ve waited, but that didn’t fit your heart. The heart I cling to and love in our most intimate moments and wildly daring pursuits.

When God is our peace, our soul longing is satisfied.

Reflections of God’s heart in an autumn morning.