|mercy leaves|

This dying to self life -- the pain of it can bring a body to exhaustion. This giving up the rights to yourself -- the pain of it can downright shatter you. But then autumn comes, and the dying leaves, they whisper loud. So full of grace. A mercy in their falling.  There is beauty … Continue reading |mercy leaves|



I want to believe Him this much. To know Him and trust Him and rest in Him this intimately. I can't even say these words with honesty in my comfortable, easy, suburban American life. I invent issues and troubles for myself. I come up with problems and exaggerate hardships and make my life some incredible … Continue reading |undone|