Musings from the Treehouse

As I sit at my kitchen table staring at all the clutter, I suddenly realize that I am looking at the stories of God's faithfulness in our lives.

“One looked a bit like it was bleeding and the other not (I hadn’t noticed that until she said it!) so it was like past and present. Like Jesus is...

Every invitation into the scary that God has brought me to, He has used to heal another place in my heart, and He has blessed me with the fruit of...

The bleakness of winter. It used to scare me. What if it never ended? What if the sun never really rose again? What if I never saw another green plant...

Why is there winter again?

But it's in their dying that they do so.