Keeping the Incense Burning When I was a child, I would hear my grandmother plead with God in tears for her family. At the time, my heart was hard. I did not understand what she was doing. I did not believe God heard her, and I did not know if He even cared. To me,…
Today: Transforming Pressure into Purpose
Formed Like Precious Stones Sometimes, I think about how precious stones are formed. They are not formed in comfort. They are not formed quickly.They are not formed on the surface where everyone can see. Many precious stones are formed in hidden places, beneath pressure, heat, time, and conditions we would never choose for ourselves. Before…
Day’s Journey Youth: Camden and Ethan Praying From Victory
Camden sat on the edge of the basketball court with his backpack beside him and his elbows resting on his knees. Most of the students called him Cam. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair cut close in a crew cut. His glasses slipped slightly down his nose as he stared at the ground….
Today: Praying From Victory
This morning, I thought about the things I once believed. I believed that if I worked hard, saved money, built a secure future, did good, and showed goodwill, then good would come back to me. I believed God would reward those things. Yes, He does, but it’s not as simple as I believed. And yes,…
The One Small Coin of Prayer
There is a grief that many parents and grandparents carry quietly. It is the grief of loving someone deeply and knowing we cannot choose salvation for them. We can teach, pray, warn, Love, model, speak truth, and plant seeds, but we cannot open a heart by force. We cannot repent for someone else. We cannot…
Yesterday’s Today: Give Them to Me
Sometimes, I look back on Day’s Journey to see how far the Lord has carried me—not just from years ago, but even yesterday. Even when I look back years in my journals, those small prayers ministered to me. For example, when I remember where I was spiritually, emotionally, mentally, and physically this time in 2021,…
Kingdom Builders
Recently, I met a friend for coffee. To be clear, it was not a date. We met for coffee, and he showed me what he was working on. After we ordered our coffees and they were ready, he immediately got up and brought them to the table. I was grateful. But after I finished my…
Daughter, My Daughter
“He did not call me a caretaker first. He called me daughter.” When I was a child, I remember longing for a father and a mother. I saw my mother on the weekends when she came to pay my grandmother for watching my brother and me. But I did not know she was my mother…
Joppa: When Father’s Day Feels Different
Children’s Day Journey Father’s Day was coming to the meadow. Some of the little animals were busy making cards.Some were picking wildflowers.Some were talking about picnics, hugs, and special breakfasts. But not everyone felt happy. Joppa the Ostrich stood near the edge of the meadow, looking down at her long feet. She wanted to be…