March reads

The beginning of March slipped away quickly. Friends were in town [which was wonderful], but my time to read was limited. But towards the middle of March I was able to set aside more and more time to read. And I've noticed a slight difference. Life feels just a little bit slower. My mind just a little bit clearer. 

Why write?

Why write when tomorrow you will likely forget my words? Why write when quite possibly no one will read these words? Why write when there are so many other, more qualified, more educated, more articulate writers out there?

2018: a story of God’s goodness

2018 was such a difficult year. But I can’t help but point to God as the good and faithful author of a story that I would never have wanted to play a part in unless he had written me into it. As we were walking (or maybe I should say limping) through 2018, I found myself frustrated as I doubted God's character time and time again. Was he really good? Was he faithful if he walked us through difficult seasons?

Brokenness [a prayer]

Sometimes it is so hard to follow and love You in the midst of a broken world and a broken me. Sometimes I think life would be easier if I didn’t have to feel the pain of a world and people without You. Sometimes I think life would be easier if I didn't realize the extent of my own sin.

the disconnect

I pray that I would experience beautiful moments. Not post them. Not even take a picture of them. Just capture them in my mind. Remember them. I pray that I would remember the exquisite beauty in the mundane. The wonder of what is happening right here in front of me. In my very ordinary life. I'm praying these things for you too. Could it be that maybe the most important moments are the ones that aren't documented? The conversations that aren't recorded? The sunsets that aren't photographed? The kitchen dance parties that aren't videoed? The flitting in-between moments that you can't capture? Could it be that disconnecting is precisely how we'll reach deeper connection?