Jeremiah had seen a lot in his years. After that whole praise portal situation—which none of them had truly recovered from—you’d think nothing could surprise him. But here they were again: Jeremiah, Barbara, and Elijah, standing in the middle of a sunlit field that wasn’t on any map, at aContinue Reading
Sometimes, when you praise God hard enough, you don’t just feel different—you end up different. Just ask Elijah, Barbara, and Jeremiah. One minute they were in the middle of Wednesday night Bible study, giving God some good ol’ fashioned heartfelt praise, and the next… they were standing in a dry,Continue Reading
The smell of barbecue drifted through the neighborhood, mixing with laughter, music, and the clink of serving trays. Barbara flipped burgers behind the grill, sweat glistening on her brow in the golden light of late afternoon. Elijah stood nearby, slicing watermelon, while Jeremiah moved from group to group, greeting neighborsContinue Reading
It was one of those Southern Saturdays that felt like a quilt—patches of sunlight sewn in with the hum of cicadas and the sweet scent of honeysuckle twisting through the breeze. The three of them—Barbara, Jeremiah, and Elijah—had planned a simple morning hike out at Cedar Ridge, just past oldContinue Reading
This past Sunday after church, me and a couple of friends—Elijah and Barbara—found ourselves posted up under that old oak tree behind the fellowship hall. The potluck was in full swing, with folding chairs half-sinking into the grass and folks buzzing around tables piled with banana pudding, baked beans, andContinue Reading
The morning bustle of Contoso Café was at its peak. Sunlight streamed through the wide windows, catching the motes of cinnamon and coffee dust that danced in the air. Behind the counter, the espresso machine hissed like a judgmental prophet, drowning out low conversations and clinking saucers. Tucked in theirContinue Reading
In a world that grows increasingly loud with opinions, protests, and posturing, I find myself asking a deeper question that pierces through the noise: What does it take to truly magnify the Almighty God? Not just in worship assemblies or private prayer—but in the presence of hostility, confusion, and unbelief.Continue Reading
It was a peaceful afternoon at Contoso Café, where the sun filtered through stained-glass windows, casting kaleidoscope patterns across the hardwood floor. The comforting clatter of mugs, soft jazz humming through the speakers, and the rich aroma of cinnamon-laced coffee set the tone for a conversation that would linger inContinue Reading
Inspired by Brinson Barnes | Available now at Fashioned by Faith There’s a bold honesty in the phrase “I don’t know—ask God!” It’s not a cop-out. It’s a confession of trust. A way of saying: “I may not have all the answers, but I know the One who does.” ThisContinue Reading
The Café Chronicles Continue At the familiar Contoso Café, where the aroma of fresh brews mingled with the soft chatter of patrons, Elijah, Jeremiah, and Barbara settled into their corner table. It was their weekly ritual—a mix of wit, wisdom, and, occasionally, some good-natured banter. Today, the topic at handContinue Reading