Seasons of Surrender
For years I called endurance faith — I prayed, but I kept my hands on the wheel. Then, in a campus parking lot on a cold February afternoon, my degree nearly finished and my life still hollow, I ran out of strength to steer. That’s where God had been waiting all along.
Seasons of Surrender
God spoke a promise over my life—but didn’t explain it. I thought I would be waiting for clarity. Instead, I found myself moving forward without it. Somewhere in the middle of that tension, I began to understand what waiting with God really means.
Seasons of Surrender
Our mission work in Togo was done and our bags were packed when the COVID tests came back positive. Flights canceled. Borders closed. Quarantine stretched to nearly double. Nothing about our situation improved — and somewhere in that locked room, God handed us a peace that made no sense at all.