the post calvin

God’s People?

Your insides are looking at their outsides.

With some anxious anticipation, I took a sip—and was naturally met with disappointment.

Many wounds are bound with blessing.

It’s all becoming a horrible kind of natural disaster déjà vu

I’m sure the famine was still hard, even with the storehouses of supplies.

Zeroing in isn’t always the solution.

To me, “roommate” means something even stronger than “friend.”

Betterment begins with a destination.

The words didn’t seem so distant from everyday life, from the people who’d small-talk about crops over their coffee.

This is a picture of healing.