This marks the final week of anticipation. The culmination of Hope, Peace, Joy and now Love make up the season of Advent. In this time of year, we may very well find ourselves longing for at least one of these and we can all agree in our heart of hearts we long to be Loved. This reflection is different from the others because I want us to place ourselves in the love story. Love comes…
Vulnerability. The word alone makes my skin crawl. Blogging is public. I don’t like public. My favorite types of places are secluded mountaintops where I can see the world, but no one can see me. My room in a quiet nook with a cup of coffee and a closed door. A river bank where the only noise is the water crashing against the rocks as it flows downstream. My parent’s back porch in the East…
“—to be given a name is an act of intimacy as powerful as any act of love.” Madeleine L’engle, Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith & Art. When we found out we were pregnant with our first child we immediately began scouring baby name books. Knowing we were having a boy narrowed down the process but didn’t lessen the pressure. We knew nothing about our little bundle of life to come, yet had to choose…
Two years seems like enough time to grieve, right? Sitting cramped in my economy seat with a pit of emptiness in my stomach leaving China with no return ticket, God comforted me through another’s loss. “By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept. We remembered Zion. If I […] forget you o’ Jerusalem may my right hand forget its skill. Psalm 137:1 & 5 (NIV paraphrase) Leaving the Shanghai airport, one of China’s east coast…
Grace is a gift. An unearned, undeserved package deal we receive upon our salvation and baptism into the Faith. As a teen, someone described this grace through a picture story concerning the day of judgment in which I would stand before God. The story went as such… Standing before God at my final judgment with nothing to show for my life but a long list of offenses I’d committed against a holy there was silence.…
