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by Tiffany Nesbitt | Feb 4, 2015 | Faith, Family, Legacy, Streamroots Posts, Surrender, Trust
Into Glory Fears have a tendency to pile, layer upon layer, until the collected heap can seem to stand high and sharp against the heavens. My frail grandmother is grasping the final moments of her earth-days. It’s a painful thing, this passing from flesh and blood... ![Destined for the Greatest Low]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jan 28, 2015 | Humility, Identity, Streamroots Posts
Destined for the Greatest Low Today, I am low. Not depressed, mind you. Not worried or overwhelmed. Low. It’s a place I’ve been learning to embrace for the past seven years, one which feels disagreeable and, quite honestly, repulsive to my natural self.... ![Into the Wilderness]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jan 21, 2015 | Community, Encouragement, Streamroots Posts, Suffering
Into the Wilderness One of the buzz words of my spiritual circle is community. Over the past couple of years, there has been a renewed emphasis on the inestimable value of living together in true Godly community: loving, serving, exhorting, laying down our lives for... ![Embracing Need]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jan 14, 2015 | Contentment, Faith, Provision, Streamroots Posts
Embracing Need Sometimes I don’t want to see what’s staring in my face. The obvious is so plainly blatant, I won’t allow my eyes to focus. Fear is too great. Stubborn as a headstrong little girl, I screw my eyes shut and close out the very beauty God... ![Fulfilled Identity]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jan 7, 2015 | Humility, Identity, Streamroots Posts
Fulfilled Identity God wants it all. He wants all of me, every part. It’s with this idea that I wrestle, to one degree or another, every conscious moment. I squirm under the thought that a jealous God is satisfied with nothing less than everything. And in my... ![Marking His Footsteps]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jan 1, 2015 | Hope, Need, New Year, Servanthood, Streamroots Posts
Marking His Footsteps It’s time for the Yuletide tree to come down. A few nights ago I stood next to our well-lit pine in the wee hours, peering out the window into a genuine winter storm. For those of us residing in Southern California, the mere anticipation of a...
