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I’ve been thinking a lot about Jesus’ farewell words lately, the ones tucked into the quiet of John 15, spoken on the edge of His

I’ve lost count of how many evenings I’ve spent sitting in someone’s living room, shoes off, Bible balanced on my knee, a mug of something

I’ll admit something that might sound strange for someone who spends a lot of time studying Scripture: There are days I open the Bible, read

I can’t count how many nights I’ve spent staring at the ceiling, replaying the same question in a loop: What if I choose wrong? You

I was standing in a small bookstore a few years ago, the kind with creaky wooden floors and mismatched shelves, running my finger along an

A few months ago, I spread a box of old photographs across my kitchen table. Some were faded Polaroids, others glossy prints with soft, rounded