When the Natural Echoes the Supernatural

When the Natural Echoes the Supernatural

It appeared as if out of nowhere, near this very fern by which I was seated. I was dictating notes, processing something aloud with God about transformation—how caterpillars turn to goo inside the chrysalis. The complete undoing before the becoming. That’s when it...

The Echo that Started It All

It was another night of trouble falling asleep. My mind raced with all the thoughts. I turned on a worship playlist, hoping to quiet the noise and drift into rest.Above the melody came a whisper and a knowing—so random to the moment, yet so clear. It asked something...