The rough, splintered wood scraped against her neck, raw and bleeding. Unable to take another step, she gave in to the weight of her crosspiece, allowing it to push her to the ground.


Love doesn’t think of its own, it doesn’t keep a record of wrongs, and it doesn’t pile a heap of expectations upon the recipient. But what love does do is require sacrifice from the giver. Baked into the act of love is pain.

The Kind of Obedience that Pleases the Lord

Today we can choose to serve God with full hearts, no matter how we feel. And if your motivation isn’t correctly aligned, then what a relief it is to know the One who is in the business of changing hearts.