“Strengthen the feeble hands, steady the knees that give way; say to those with fearful hearts, “Be strong, do not fear; your God will come…'” | Isaiah 35:3-4
There are certain times, certain hours, certain days and certain months, I’d like to bypass if I could. For example: Valentine’s Day. Some baby showers. New Year’s Eve, when the clock strikes midnight. And the faint – yet burning – flickers of envy, sorrow, and shame that flood my heart when another friend texts me … More I’d like to think
As the one year “anniversary” of the COVID-19 shutdowns passes this weekend, we once again took some time away to reflect, write (and eat far too many pretzels + peanut butter M&Ms). Yes, this year was filled with grief, weird documentaries, TikTok challenges, and cancelled plans, but through it all we each have testimonies of … More One Year Out: Reflections on a Good God in a Bad Year
My friend and I recently coined a term we like to call “hope snatching.” It is, just as it sounds, the process of getting your hopes up for something only to have the desired result or end product absolutely fall through your fingers in a most devastating blow. It’s when the seeds have been planted; … More When hope hurts
Life isn’t always what it’s hyped up to be. Instead of this fluid, steady, and sweeping narrative, we find ourselves living stories written in disjointed, disordered, and uneven splices. We contemplate the Hand that wrote this story; we wonder at which point we went wrong, at which fork in the road we took a … More When Expectations Leave You Empty
I bet the sun flickered gently across the Sea of Galilee that morning. I bet it pierced the surface like a million shards of glass. The waves would have carried the light all the way to the shore, reflecting and refracting, winding and weaving. The sun, crashing in on wayward waters, would have settled on … More Despair and Desire
It’s late August now in Michigan, and crickets croak in the afternoon heat. Their song is comforting and smooth, a predictable symphony that will usher in a Midwest autumn. By September the leaves will start to turn. Cinnamon and nutmeg, cardigans and leather boots. Burgundy, eggplant. The seasons won’t delay. But, right now it’s still the in-between, with both sticky air … More The Words that Hold it All Together
Here’s to the hard seasons. Here’s to the hard seasons built by moments that started small and few, but spiraled towards much and many- the culmination of difficult feats and disastrous blows. Here’s to the seasons that humble you, to the seasons that lay you flat and strip you bare. Here’s to the transitions that remind you, once … More On Hard Seasons
God’s faithfulness towards us is sustaining and subtly sweet.
Welcome to the wandering years. … More The Unwelcome Wander
Lately, I have been lonely. Life post-grad is a season of instability, and the twenties are like a decade-long stage where the backdrop is constantly shifting. College is composed in years of apartment hopping, where the living space changes, yet your partners in crime do not; Friends at finger tips, roommates on speed dial. The people you love are never more … More Where the Loneliness Points
fancifullove 