His people, recognizing the grievousness of their ancestral sins, are seeking the Father with all of their being.

Many vital establishments in our world, once thought to be stable, appear to be quite transitory.

My hope in this pursuit is to see the Father’s children safe from the storms.

Leaving the familiar for the unfamiliar came with a cost—and oftentimes the benefits were are not clearly visible.

While a handful sincerely desires to follow the King of Kings, external pressures prevent His reign from progressing from their hands.

In order to return to The Promise Land, we must mend our walking.

As a confused vessel upon a series of interchanges, we cannot trust in our own course.

Wisdom, to be reputable, requires firm enactment.

Making a scene is not necessarily the role of a chosen person—it is to establish The Father’s ways when deemed appropriate.

A depressed people have been enclosed within a vulgar, wasteful pit of pride and opinion.

We may not always live in the best of circumstances—yet be careful in how it is interpreted. Distresses abound to try the hearts of those willing to follow the narrow path.

The battlefield is clear—the Father has called me to reveal His ways to those who earnestly seek him.

Engulfed by excessive bickering and lewdness, life’s perseverance can dwindle down to a hoarse, pretentious expression.

When we put dirty dishes with the clean dishes within our kitchen sinks, what happens with the clean dishes?

Sometimes, though, these fortressed walls are lifted temporarily—in order to remind its occupants of what is being provided and why it should be valued.