Utter extravagance. I look around at this church made of stone and gold and the most beautiful variety of colors. I admire the sculptures of Mary and Joseph and of Jesus on the cross, and I stand in awe over every intricate detail that went into telling the story of redemption and Love here. “God is light,” the architect said, as he covered…

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People & Trains In Scotland

As we travel through mountains and cities, Sunshine and rain I look around and I wonder about the stories Of the people on this train. A mother sits quietly With her arms around her sonAnd I wonder where they’re headed,And where they came from. An old couple sits togetherSeemingly happy, thankful, free. I wonder how many years they’ve hadAnd how many miles they’ve…

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The Woman Who Fears the Lord

She is strong, dignified, respectable. She’s hardworking, diligent, persevering. She engages in business, or science, or art, and she does it with excellence. She radiates beauty and light and life. She is wise, kind, tender-hearted, and she is fierce, bold and steadfast. She loves the Lord and walks in His ways. She carries herself with a quiet confidence, knowing that her Maker calls…

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Plant A Garden In This Wasteland

Would You plant a garden in this wasteland? This has been my prayer for a long time. I actually stole these words from a song by Brogan Gaskill, called Elijah. I thought these lyrics were especially beautiful and they resonated deeply with me, so I turned them into my prayer. Truth be told I didn’t want to write about this. It feels too…

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Bright Yellow Journal

Starting a new journal always feels a little bit nostalgic, or sacred, or sentimental? I’m not sure what the right word for it is but for some reason I always find myself on the first page writing about how it feels. Maybe I feel accomplished after finishing another journal or maybe it feels like I get a fresh start, like I get to…

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His Name is Victory

I’m playing Christmas songs through the speaker at our foster & adoptive parents day out (which doubled as a Christmas party for the kids), and one of the girls asks me, “can you play the song Resurrecting? I love that song. It was the last song we sang last week at church.” I smile at her, turn on the song, and turn the…

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To Be a Child Again

Will You take me back to the beginning? Back to my wide-eyed gaze and childlike faith. Back to when I trusted You as a Father, and when I delighted in being Your daughter. Will You take me back there? There’s a lot of mess You’ll have to climb through, and a lot of layers to dig past. Disappointment, doubt, cynicism, melancholy…but will You…

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Jesus Wept

Tears filled my eyes as we prayed over the first few verses of Psalm 13: “How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?    How long will you hide your face from me?” I’m not sure that I have ever felt the pain of waiting on the Lord quite like I did in 2020. Backing up a little bit, my last year of college was one of…

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A Forgetful Heart

The gray clouds, cold weather and early sunset have made room for melancholy to come in and linger. But I’ve been inviting the Lord into the heaviness and I’ve been praying for joy. And on a day like today, His goodness and beauty is completely undeniable. I see it through these blue skies and yellow trees and these rose bushes that I don’t…

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