start your day with grace.

“I wish that my words were written down, that they were recorded on a scroll or inscribed in stone forever by an iron stylus and lead! But I know my living Redeemer, and He will stand on the dust at last. Even after my skin has been destroyed, yet I will see God in my flesh. I will see Him myself; my eyes will look at Him, and not as a stranger. My heart longs within me.”

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  • Sweeter Than Honey

    How sweet your word is to my taste — sweeter than honey in my mouth!Psalm 119:103 In the 90’s, Dr. Linda Bartoshuk identified that some individuals, deemed “supertasters,” have a heightened sensitivity to certain tastes, including sweetness, which they experience… Continue reading

  • The Least

    Of anything a soul could willmine the worst of all.Of anything a mind could fathom,all others be appalled.Of anything a hand could do,to that end my fingers fly.If there is one sinner in the world,it is only I. Of any… Continue reading

  • The Problem with Zeal

    My zeal consumes me, because my foes forget your words.Psalm 119:139 The temperature difference between the blue and orange parts of a flame is 600 degrees. It’s hard to imagine that a deviance so wide could be of the same element… Continue reading

  • The Bread

    The bread that comes out of me feeds my familyI use the starter my mother madeFrom pungent placenta that clung to the jar.From a culture of residue and detritusIs born a sticky, wet dough steaming hotterthan the air around it.… Continue reading

  • An inheritance fell to me with delight

    Lord, You are my portion and my cup of blessing;You hold my future.The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;Indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance. Psalm 16:5-6 As summer slides away, achingly slow in the Texas hill country,… Continue reading

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