Engraved On the Palms of His Hands
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Engraved On the Palms of His Hands

My mother forgot my seventeenth birthday. My junior prom had been the evening before, and I slept over at a friend’s house. When I walked through the front door with my overnight bag that Sunday morning, I fully expected a “Happy Birthday” greeting from my family, yet I received none. Exhausted from the late-night shenanigans…

Finding Your Way Back to Life
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Finding Your Way Back to Life

I’m a worship leader by trade, and for the past year or so, music has been hard for me. I know this probably seems strange coming from someone whose career is fully entrenched in music, but at some point, it simply stopped bringing me joy and started to feel like work. This medium from which…