When I was walking past my husband’s work-from-home station the other day, I noticed that he was reading my latest blog post. As a subscriber to my blog, he gets an automatic email when I post something new. What I didn’t realize about this automated program is that all of my colors and formatting is …
How Hilary rests and waits on the Lord even in the uncertainty of a cross-country move.
Paul writes to the Ephesians that accepting Christ into their hearts will find them “grounded and rooted in love.” It gave me pause: what kind of soil am I sinking my roots into?
Whatever I choose to immerse myself in— chronic busyness, the act of pleasing others, the search for bodily comfort— will determine what kind of fruit I will bear or whether I will bear any at all.
What does rooting in the soil of God’s love produce?