when love bleeds into the hollow, suffusing Eden’s ache with a touch so tender it shears self, cleaving pain and shattering suffering into resplendent shards of joy, glimpses of a world beyond the veil.
Joy is Jesus in Mary’s loving hands. Joy is Jesus making sorrow sing. Mending deepest heartaches – what a gift to bring! So may His joy now fill you.
What factors fight against our grace-motivated effort to tame our tongues and speak graciously in conversations? A devotional and a poem.
I strain to understand what’s happened since I saw her last week. This is what agony wants: for my own pain to get in the way, for the chance to look away.
A long marriage doesn’t make or break one’s character; it merely exposes it. And failure or erosion of the relationship is not inevitable.