There is something sacred about the daily ritual of morning coffee. For me, it is not only the warmth of the cup in my hands or the aroma rising to meet me; it is also the love expressed in the hands that bring it. My husband knows how I like my coffee, just as I …
When Tasks Become a Refuge in Grief
In seasons of grief and depression, we often discover within ourselves a strange compulsion to turn toward tasks. Folding laundry, paying bills, cleaning out drawers, finishing projects, crossing one more thing off the list, these small victories give us, for a fleeting moment, a sense of control, completion, and redemption of chaos. Where sorrow has …
The Sting of the Gospel and the Ache of the Heart
I remember childhood scraped knees and gravel-embedded palms. The kind of fall where the tears flowed more from anticipation than pain, because we knew what was coming next: the dreaded sting of rubbing alcohol or hydrogen peroxide. We would run inside, crying not just because we were hurt, but because we knew the healing would …
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Feasting on The Word
There is a certain sacred weariness that comes with preparing for Bible study. It’s not the kind of weariness that leads to burnout or bitterness, but the kind that pulls you down to your knees in humble dependence, worn out from wrestling with words and meanings, yet deeply aware that the Spirit is near and …
Why Does God Love Us So
Children are famous for asking why. They ask it incessantly, about everything... why is the sky blue, why do I have to sleep, why does it rain, why can't I have another cookie. At some point, parents either run out of answers or are forced to dig deeper into mysteries that even they can’t fully …
Called Beyond Our Nature
“For it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure.” – Philippians 2:13 (ESV) I used to be the woman who couldn't speak. Not wouldn’t—couldn’t. I was so introverted and anxious that even the thought of raising my voice in a group made my stomach twist into …
