Growing up, I only heard my parents swear a handful of times. We were allowed to say “shoot” and “gosh,” but the big curse words were reserved for special occasions, such as a hubcap falling off the car, dropping a glass jar of orange juice, and the confirmation of a certain Supreme Court Justice.
Read MoreAs we walk the second marathon of this pandemic, life isn’t getting easier. We have pent-up grief, anxiety, and exhaustion that overwhelm us. When our souls are parched and thirsty for God, one place we can turn in Scripture is to the Psalms of Lament.
Read MorePrayer is the language we use in our relationships with God. It gives shape to what we sense, feel, and long for before our Creator.
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