Reeds to Matchsticks

This painting comes from a morning I woke up to an image of a hand holding a matchstick and I heard, “I’m turning reeds to matchsticks.” Immediately I knew he was talking about the bruised reeds. “A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out.” (Mt.12:20) He was …

Worth It

During a dark time I asked myself some serious questions. I had been in a long period of difficulties that I didn’t know exactly how to process. The questions sometimes went from… How long will this last? Is this it? Am I at the end? What about my promises? What about our promises? All the …