Everything we’ve deemed “opposite” and “mismatched” is coming together in a place just beyond our vision.

Like when God spoke the world into being, I want every “Let there be…” spoken over me to be followed by “And it was so.”

We threw Noah the cutest little book launch party you ever did see, and it was a picture to me of God’s delight in his children.

Eventually, we grown-up sorts stop looking for wardrobes that lead to snowy pine forests. But there is still a door to another world.

We cannot have a “life we don’t have to heal from.” But we can know that healing is possible.

God invites us into his joy through the things he has made.

May you find yourself in a “thin place” between heaven and earth, where the goodness and peace and delight of the new creation isn’t that hard to imagine.

I wonder what life might spring up in our world if we held our mandate from our Creator to “fill and subdue” (Gen. 1) with the posture of a child, full of joy, delight, awe, and curiosity.

My sister and I got together this morning to make my Grandma’s butterhorn rolls. I cannot accurately describe them—they can only be experienced.