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.
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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”
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”
(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”
(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.”
(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”