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by Tiffany Nesbitt | Mar 18, 2015 | Faith, Inheritance, Intercession, Religion, Revival, Streamroots Posts
The Asking Last week God set me up for a holy ambush. He baited the trap rightly, knowing full well that I’m a sucker for music. Almost any type will do, but music that exalts the King draws me like a proverbial bee to honey. In the midst of that week’s errands and... ![Original Design]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Mar 11, 2015 | Beauty, Freedom, Identity, Joy, Streamroots Posts
Original Design Who would I be if I were fully me? If I were completely alive to every nuance of the physical and spiritual DNA the Father conceived just to craft me? What if the layers of self, of sin, of this weary world were peeled back, exposing the raw... ![The Least of These]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Mar 4, 2015 | Busyness, Compassion, Religion, Service, Streamroots Posts
The Least of These Sometimes the towering Sequoias are just so huge, I can’t spot the forest to save a life. I am whipping around the corner of Costco’s parking lot, relieved to have maneuvered my way through the infamous gas lines with relative ease. Granted, it’s... ![Further On]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Feb 25, 2015 | Endurance, Faith, Goodness, Hope, Streamroots Posts
Further On God’s recently been highlighting a salt-and-vinegar word, and it’s been about as appealing as gargling away a raw throat. I’ve been scrunching my shoulders and plugging my nose, resignation in tow. Nevertheless, I’m hungry to grab hold of the healing.... ![Heavenly Brew]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Feb 18, 2015 | Encouragement, Faith, Streamroots Posts, Suffering
Heavenly Brew I’m experiencing a holy percolating. The bubbling began this morning as I met with Jesus for some one-on-one. I took a dive into Philippians 3 and things started stirring. From that moment, I’ve been able to smell the heavenly aroma brewing in my heart.... ![Digging Deep]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Feb 12, 2015 | Family, Joy, Motherhood, Streamroots Posts, Surrender
Digging Deep So often, life feels a bit like coal mining. Hard hats askew and faces smudged beyond recognition, we delve deep, desperate for the treasured deposits that warm our souls. But instead of hunting for fossilized pockets of carbon, we’re digging for molten...
