We can dream in hard places. We can still encounter God there. God doesn’t push us away in punishment or leave us alone in pain. He is always with us, pulling us closer. We can lay our head down and rise from the hard place and make it a pillar. Declare it as a house of God.

As a kid, rest stops were a highlight on family road trips. It wasn’t the pristine restrooms. It was the vending machines. I had a pocket full of change and opportunity. Potato chips or candy? Grape soda or classic coca-cola? The wrong choice could ruin the next few hours in the car. I can still feel the anticipation. Would it get stuck?

Here are 5 short stack thoughts on rest that I’ve posted on social media in…