Heather Grant Harrison

Sweet baby Jesus. For years, thinking about the baby in the manger never gave me all the feelings I thought it was supposed to give. I love Christmastime–the music, time with family, decorations, and food. I would even imagine myself in the story–the smell of hay and manure, the baby in a blanket, the lowing…

Yesterday was quite the day. Unfortunately, I can’t count the number of days like it on one hand or two hands, or two hands and two feet. There wasn’t anything unique about this day–no bad circumstances, just a bad mood. I was mad about so many things, I couldn’t even name one. I was short…

I had heard some of His stories; I had even read a few of His words. But I didn’t know… I didn’t know this story was not simply history, but would change and rearrange every aspect of my life.   I didn’t know His motives were not punishment but love. I didn’t know the longing inside me…

“Think about the good today.”   These words woke me one morning.  They weren’t audible, they came as a thought, but not a thought of my own.  They were soft and generous as thoughts from above usually are.  After quite the restless night—the result of many restless days—this simple sentence shook me.  It wasn’t complex or profound, but revolutionary for…

Pour out. Pour it all out. This is the lesson of the Psalms. These written words, these songs–these questions, laments, celebrations–all urge us to do the same. Nestled deep in this inspired book, we read: pour out your heart to Him, for God is our refuge. Pour it out because He is our refuge. He is…

The mountains declare the glory of God.   The majesty, the grandeur, the beauty, the incomparable, infinite, incomprehensible—all on display for the looking eye.  The flowers, those 3D color wheels, remind that beauty is God’s design.  Every hue of yellow, orange, blue and purple proclaim, look at me, look at me, reminding us of the Author of Beauty, look at…

A cross-stitched phrase hung on the narrow wall between the kitchen and dining room when I was a child. It said, “When God closes a door, He opens a window.” I’ve thought about that short phrase a lot over the last few years.Doors close a lot in life. When we are the one initiating the closing,…

When God asks us to wait, we can use our lips to protest or praise. It’s fine if you need to protest. He can take it. But keep in mind what happens when a young child protests to a good father about what’s best. The father may listen, even lovingly, but the protest is more an…