Unwrapped Gifts

Unwrapped Gifts

Luke 1:39-47 In those days Mary arose and went with haste into the hill country, to a town in Judah, and she entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth. And when Elizabeth heard the greeting of Mary, the baby leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with...
I Am Going

I Am Going

It’s early morning while I sit out on the balcony of a huge ship headed for Haiti. Already, I’m thinking of Him and the smallness of me. For me, it’s hard not to in moments like these—so much water out here. The deepness of the blue gives it away,...
Jesus Was A Carpenter

Jesus Was A Carpenter

JESUS WAS A CARPENTER I read a quote recently that sent me, head spinning, questions rising, straight to the Forge. The thought was fun to me at first, but the more I hammered it out in my head, the more convicting it became. It’s about Jesus’ job. The...
Broken Scales

Broken Scales

My mind has been on brokenness lately—my brokenness. There’s a width and breadth to it that, frankly, I can’t seem to wrap my head around yet. Sometimes I think the notion of eternity seems clearer to me than my own broken down heart. There’s this...
Peace

Peace

  I hope you forgive me for writing about death so much lately. That is where I am. That is where my family is, so I guess the inkForge involuntarily ends up in that place, too. In all honesty, this story is not so much about death as it is a miracle— a...
Where Is Your Sting?

Where Is Your Sting?

  My friend just died, and I’m straight up mad. There’s no one to hit, no one to fight. Just death… maybe that’s why it stings so bad. It’s not just the loss, but the no retaliation part. Death takes from us. It steals and hides like a...