Psalms
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This week? It’s spring break. And it’s a quiet one. Our closest friends out of town with other friends. Our driveway empty. Our calendar blank. The kind of stillness that feels pretty lonely. We’re here—just the three of us in our little house—looking ahead to Easter with family, holding space for what’s coming, and trying…
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It’s easy to skim past it. Just three verses tucked at the end of Joshua 21. No blood. No conquest. No drama. Just a quiet crescendo.
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It looked generous. It looked spiritual. It looked like the kind of thing that would earn you a standing ovation in the early church. But it wasn’t true.
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Tonight I sat on a stool in Jason’s driveway while he detailed wheels for a neighbor. We were just catching up—but when he asked how I was doing, it all kind of spilled out.
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The sun stood still. The enemy fled. And Joshua’s bold prayer was answered. But the line that hit me hardest wasn’t the miracle—it was the quiet truth behind it: “Surely the Lord was fighting for Israel.”
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Sometimes faithfulness feels like going through the motions. The words feel heavy, the passion feels dim. But faithfulness isn’t about feelings—it’s about resolve.
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Two men. One feared the crowd, the other feared God. One caved to pressure, the other stood firm in truth. One was a coward, the other a King. In Pilate and Jesus, we see the battle between fear of man and fear of God—and it’s a battle I know all too well.
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The moment had come. The prayer had been prayed. The betrayal was underway. And Jesus—knowing everything that was about to happen—did something remarkable.
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Jesus didn’t just die for you. He prayed for you. And He still does.
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We weren’t looking for a fight—we were just looking for a pair of shorts that didn’t show too much. But somewhere between the fitting room and the checkout line, it hit us: This is the battle. For innocence. For purity. For the heart of our daughter.
