Jon Shonebarger

Life has a way of tugging us backward even as we try to walk forward. Some days it feels as if our hearts are stitched with threads of memory, with each one pulling us toward someone we miss, somewhere we long for, or something we once held close. Missing is not a weakness; it is evidence that our lives have been textured by love, meaning and moments that mattered most to us. We miss “someone” because their presence shaped us, whether it was their voice, their laughter or their steady influence.

The fire God places in your heart is not ornamental; it is directional. When He ignites a dream, He expects you to attempt great things and expect great things from Him. That combination is how ordinary people step into extraordinary callings. Every God-breathed dream begins as a small ember, quiet, persistent, impossible to ignore.

The fire God places in your heart is not ornamental; it is directional. When He ignites a dream, He expects you to attempt great things and expect great things from Him. That combination is how ordinary people step into extraordinary callings. Every God-breathed dream begins as a small ember, quiet, persistent, impossible to ignore.