A prayer that the pastor's wife will be eternally fascinated and astonished by the gospel and that it will transform every aspect of her life.

Sometimes ministry life is downright gut-wrenching and heart-breaking. But that's not quite the whole story.

This is something that I never could have orchestrated on my own.

The gospel re-establishes our identity so that we understand who we are in light of whose we are.

Why do you suppose He gave us such a gorgeously diverse menu to choose from when we feed ourselves? Couldn't He have fed us simple manna every day?

Recently, I’ve been asked if I have any insight as to how to deal with people who treat their pastors and pastors’ wives disrespectfully. It’s sadly epidemic, which probably surprises most people. The truth is, I have no idea why grown, seemingly mature believers behave this way. It makes no sense to me. Except for this . . .

What do you suppose it might look like to eat or drink to the glory of God?

Oh, that I might treat the glory of God like a sunset!

It’s so very hard but so very worth it. It's the best of times but the worst of times. Somehow simultaneously.

I have discovered that there is quite a massive chasm between trusting God to do and trusting God to be. So what's the difference?