“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” | John 1:1
In grade school, you are are taught that the world is composed of formulas. E=mc2 y=mx+b c2=a2+b2 You’re guaranteed to get the answer, they say, if only you plug in the right values. In adolescence, you are taught that formulas ensure certain outcomes. Kindness given = kindness received Safety = prudence + precaution Success = … More Equations
I rearrange my words so carefully in a world imploding violently Like all of humanity is made of glass. Fragile. Only we can’t see through to each other’s hearts. Our lives echo words spoke long ago by Pilate, who gave the crowd a show – what is truth? He asked. So many of us do … More fragile
I am taut. Taught. To hold everything in balance. The reality with hope, the sorrow with gladness. But some days, I’m not so sure. And I feel like a bridge suspended between strong winds, Wondering: If I drop one end, who falls? I have grown. Known. A heart that beats dichotomously Just like the world … More Tensions
May you wake up each day, with praise on your heart, remembering how deeply God cares. How he deals with you in loving kindness, and how all his ways to you are good. May you find rest for your soul, peace for your mind, and hope for the journey, recalling God’s sovereignty and all his … More Benediction for the Restless Heart
For a recent homework assignment, I was instructed to write about the best moment of my life. Yet, it’s difficult to pinpoint one exact moment, and one exact memory, that could comfortably hold that title. Because in my twenty seven years, I’ve found that life’s richest moments are often the summation of a million little … More A Million Little Things
I’m so easily swept away from the present moment— by my own running mind, by to-do lists, by the busyness of life. Soft sunrises and cricket harmonies were made for people like me— tangible reminders that pull me down to earth and ground me where I stand. God speaks through his creation, in a million … More On Being Present
I watched a leaf blow, suspended midair by celestial threads. Caught in a careless and indiscernible breeze, she danced upon invisible floors and twirled around transparent fingers, a solo act. She was breathtaking and wonderful. So unexpected, so abrupt. So delicate and delightful.
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