I step out into the thick Louisiana air and just stop to breathe it in. I glance around at the familiar surroundings – the old tree house that I’ve never set foot in because my family didn’t move here until I was in college. Looking at that tree house now, I kinda want to see
“…But it wasn’t my fault anyway, was it?” The Lion looked straight into her eyes. “Oh Aslan,” said Lucy. “You don’t mean it was? How could I – I couldn’t have left the others to come up to you alone, how could I? Don’t look at me like that… oh well, I suppose I could.
Job 6:11 – What strength do I have that I should still have hope? I unlock the door to my empty house and drop my bags – purse, laptop, lunchbox – in their proper spots after yet another long, unfulfilling day of work. I walk into the kitchen to begin another evening of mindless, draining
I love the part where I get to love Jesus and we hold hands and skip together down a very sunny road lined with the most beautiful wildflowers ever. Then we stop skipping and He asks me to do something gut-wrenching. He promises that after I have done the gut-wrenching thing, we will resume our
In Christ alone my hope is found, He is my light, my strength, my song; this Cornerstone, this solid Ground, firm through the fiercest drought and storm. What heights of love, what depths of peace, when fears are stilled, when strivings cease! My Comforter, my All in All,here in the love of Christ I
So, I started this other blog about a year ago but sort of stopped writing on it. It was more of a “Thoughts by Emily” blog…not so much about Josh and Adelle. It was also semi-anonymous and a little more raw than this one is. I have decided, however, to merge the two. Every Sunday