I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one, that has been writing itself over and over again—one story. The story of good and evil.

They trusted the temple to save them, but Jehovah was asking for hearts that would turn back.

Where rebellion leaves ashes, Jehovah plants a world of joy.

Even in ashes, Zion is not abandoned; she is clay in the hands of her Redeemer.

They will be called big trees of righteousness, the planting of Jehovah.

We asked why God would not hear us, while ignoring the cries we refused to hear.

I reside in the high and holy place, but also with those crushed and lowly in spirit.

Security is not the absence of attack, but the presence of God.

here we go again

“If only you would pay attention to my commandments! Then your peace would become just like a river.”