She beholds the cross
A mini poem for you today. Just a reminder that you were worth 33 years of a man’s life poured out in blood. You were worth the unjust accusation, the merciless flogging, the nails, thorns, and cross. Jesus Christ took your loneliness. He wore your punishment. His love for you is otherworldly. Hope Coming soonContinue reading “She beholds the cross”
Let him love you
Sometimes we forget the beauty of our identity as the bride of Christ. When we learn to let him delight in us, we experience the freedom and bliss only his love can provide!
How to be content with singleness
Sometimes it can be such a challenge to find true contentment in singleness, whether you’re longing for something else or not. But there is a way to be joyfully content in every season: dethroning our idols and adopting the role of a servant.
Solitude prepares you for community. Here’s how:
The isolation of COVID-19 has left many of us restless and lonely. But there’s a rare gem to be found in this time of solitude. Learn how to enjoy rich solitude now, so you’ll be ready to enjoy even richer fellowship later…
How to handle fear during COVID-19
Does fear control you? In the wake of COVID-19, it’s easy to let fear of the unknown decide our feelings. But there is a way to defeat fear of the unknown. Learn the way to replace it with a higher fear.
What to do with stillness during COVID-19
The stillness of COVID-19 restrictions can be disorienting. Stillness is uncomfortable, but it is the setting for restoration. Learn how to let stillness become the setting for your own restoration in 3 steps…
The hope in loneliness
Someone once said “eyes are the window to the soul.” I couldn’t agree more. But when I highlighted loneliness last week, I took just one snapshot of a few lonely “windows” I’ve peeked into. If we’re talking photography, the aperture I chose for the shot was wide – all my focus was on the loomingContinue reading “The hope in loneliness”
If lonely always finds me
Following recipes, parking my truck, responding to emails: three things I am notoriously bad at. Over the past year, though, I’ve found something else to add to the list. “It’s a simple task”, I promised myself. The knot of scribbled ink in the corner of my blank paper didn’t agree. I headlined my page withContinue reading “If lonely always finds me”
Psst! Busy is a bad word
One thing I love about working in a coffee shop is that it gives me hundreds of five-minute windows into people’s lives. In a week, I probably greet 50 people who answer my “how’s-it-going” question with this same little word: Busy. Busy! Have you heard that before? Maybe from your own mouth — I knowContinue reading “Psst! Busy is a bad word”
What self-love won’t do for you
This is a post you’ll need to take a deep breath to read. Grab a cup of tea. Turn off distractions. Close your eyes for a moment and breathe. I say this because the words you’re about to read are uncomfortably different. These words are not the ones hanging over American culture today in captions,Continue reading “What self-love won’t do for you”
Credo of a Sojourner
(or why we should live like this world is not home) Home is my favorite four-letter word. You heard me. It’s a word I say for the shock of it. A word to describe a feeling I don’t have other words for. Home. Because here’s the secret: home is a place I’ve never been. AndContinue reading “Credo of a Sojourner”
Perfect: something given, not earned
Straight to the point: I’m a perfectionist. I chase perfection like a shadow… a shadow that hovers in front of me, near but untouchable. Something tells me I’m not the only one to hunt perfection and never catch it. Here’s the crazy truth: Perfect does exist, and we were made to want it. Perfect doesContinue reading “Perfect: something given, not earned”
We’re dust and a heartbeat
(or the comfort of acknowledging weakness) It was the perfect night to get nothing done. For half an hour, my desk lamp gave a less-than-convincing vote of confidence for the textbook beneath its glow. By the time I re-read the same ribbon of text three times, I gave it up: snapped the book, clicked theContinue reading “We’re dust and a heartbeat”
I’m in control! Or am I?
(the seldom-spoken truth about worry) There are some memories too vanilla for a video, too ordinary for a photo, and yet too magical for both. These memories have a curious way of burrowing in my subconscious and waiting for an equally ordinary moment to resurface. 2:15 PM, a random Tuesday in April: a jumbled messContinue reading “I’m in control! Or am I?”
Watermarks, Part II.
(or what it actually means to rest when you’re suffering) You know the feeling: the teacher asks you the one question you should know the answer to but don’t. A survival-algorithm of random facts and last week’s vocabulary list scrambles to your tongue, but just as you’re ready to spit out a half-convincing answer, yourContinue reading “Watermarks, Part II.”
No words for these watermarks
(or the role of rest in suffering) I used to think pain could be pretty. Surely there was an explanation for every ache, and a convenient way to find it. I don’t think that way anymore. I’m sure you know the feeling – your throat squirms hot and dry, tightened by strings you couldn’t ventureContinue reading “No words for these watermarks”
Why we need the warmer light
(or choosing the right filters for life ) Sometimes I wish we could go back to the era of candlelight – when soft warmth illuminated the important things, and mystery covered everything else. Some say squinting at bright lights, blue lights, and LED’s is just an introvert problem… but I think there’s something deeper there.Continue reading “Why we need the warmer light”
