There is only as much space, only as much time, Only as much desire, only as many words, Only as many pages, only as much ink To accept all of us at light-speed Hurrying into...

We are exiles in Time’s abyss, strangers now in the Promised Land.

Whenever i see someone fighting me for no reason, I’m always highly impressed that God has instigated his anger against me, just as he did to pharoah against the Israelites, so as to cast me...

I pray that we would let God take us through the desert – not just so that we can arrive in the Promised Land, but so that we can talk, or simply listen, to Him...