I don’t see God standing before me in the shape of a man. I don’t hear His voice booming through the night, calling my name, or giving me exact directions. God, to me, is like the wind. I don’t see the wind, but I do see what the wind can do. I see the trees…
Jesus Is God
Mareto struggles with the intangible aspects of life. He loves things like letters and numbers and trains and blocks — things that remain constant, things that he can see and touch and hold in his hands. Abstract truths are a little tougher. It can be difficult for Mareto to understand that the tree is bigger…
What to Remember When Life Gets Bumpy
It’s not a big secret to those who know me well that I absolutely hate flying. It’s not the lines, the tight seating, or the occasionally rude airline staff. It’s fear. Every bump and dip has me white knuckling the arm rests. As the plane descends and we get closer to that runway my breathing…