When we think of other people as our center and fulfillment, we live frustrated lives.

A broken person understands she needs rescue, and she depends on God to resurrect and deliver. And she also understands that even if God chooses not to deliver, His ways are higher and more amazing then what we can fathom.

When Jesus isn’t our everything, our enough, we pursue every other thing that fills.

Why must we cling to those who walk away instead of granting freedom? We must give the same liberty God gives to prodigals-an ability to let them go-or we'll be perennially bound to others for our happiness and effective service.

As I look back over my mountains of growth and compare them to the molehills where I stagnated, community often made the difference.

The more we love, the more it hurts, and the more we have to let go.