Wendy Pope

“Though the trial still goes on, Your grace will be my song.”

I was driving out of the neighborhood the other day and saw something that made my heart twist in pain: a sheriff’s deputy car parked outside the home of one of my neighbors. Beside the deputy’s squad car was a moving truck. The woman of the house came out the front door, arms full of personal…

“We’re waiting here, waiting for you, God. With our hopes and fears, we come, empty hands held out. Lord, draw us near, heal these broken hearts. And lift us up to fall before everything You are, yeah, before everything You are.”

Last year, my pastor preached a particularly convicting sermon about suffering. In the days to follow, I began to ask God to help me identify with Him in His suffering. I wanted to know what this verse meant. Well, let me warn you, be careful what you pray for – because God answers prayers. I don’t…

“I know you’re always there to hear my every prayer inside, I’m clinging to the promise of a lifetime.”

As I stared at the bags of children’s clothes in the hall, I heard His voice say, “Give them to Stacey.” I began to challenge the voice and give my justifications for why His suggestion was ludicrous. “I have my own children to clothe Lord.  I sell these clothes, to make money to buy new…