Sabrina Saldana

I’ve found that the days before Christmas really are quiet, even if they seem loud all around us. There’s a stillness that is God-given, can’t be explained, and it doesn’t matter if there is snow on the ground or not. It’s still there, waiting for us to notice it. It’s when you hear the heat turn on in the house, or your cat chooses the spot over the vent or by the fire. And your kids get close enough to the lights on the tree to see their faces glowing. It’s all those small

Jesus pulls a rocking chair up next to mine every time. Sometimes I turn mine toward His Sometimes I rock away Sometimes I sit cross-legged with my chin in my hands looking down at the ground of wood planks Sometimes I lean back and smile as the chair creaks beneath me But He has never turned away, not once, not ever And I wonder sometimes if we had this simple view of salvation and grace, of what He’s done for us that can’t be undone. Of something that’s on such a large scal

Common grace is the family you have when the world around you shakes - mom in the kitchen, dad making coffee, grandma still there to tell...