If the flower bowed after it dried, it would crumble apart. If the flower and seeds came before the fruit, what would the point of the plant be?
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The production of seeds has always fascinated me. After a branch has produced all that it is intended to, a beautiful flower emerges. It’s like the capstone of the plant’s purpose. Then, upon dying, the flower produces seeds that will start the miraculous story all over again.
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His restructuring of me is relative to my wiring. A system that it is out of my control leads me to a place of wanting to be in control, and being in control is not only unhealthy but unholy. If I am in control, I am not letting Him and am instead an obstacle to myself and to receiving the fulfillment of His promise to me.
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The collision that surrounds me is the collision of those two things: the simplicity of what two simple words truly mean, and the complication I experience when I bask in their meaning to me.
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A phrase featured on memes, the title of a few songs from my youth, and words I’d use to describe myself, I would also render this coupling of words to be one of my greatest internal battles. Independence can be a defense mechanism, and for me, that is what it is a lot of the time.
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So it has been with the pain in my heart. Focusing on it has brought a sense of satisfaction. I have felt justified in allowing myself to experience this pain because I know that what happened was undeniably wrong. And so I - unconsciously or not - have chosen to hone in on the pain again and again.
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I was brought back to two places I don’t really wish to return to while my thoughts swirled; two places that changed the trajectory of my life, two places that have left many scars and wounds, two places that impact my daily life more than I wish they would.
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In the past, I’ve wondered why it is that a few dozen leaves remained while hundreds more rode the wind to a place of rest for the winter.
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I wonder why it is that God designed our forests to showcase such rich variances in color before stripping them bare for months. I wonder why it is that He calls our attention to the woodlands just before they lay their beauty to rest and stand disrobed before us.
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All forests, regardless of their size, depend on fire in order to thrive. A number of conifers seal their cones with resin, which has to be burned away in order for the seeds to germinate. Thus, out of the ashes of a forest fire, new life begins.
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I was speechless. The very things I had been struggling with from my past had been used to develop traits that I quite literally need in my daily life as a teacher by day and a single mother by night.
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Once I began to walk, my mind became fixated on that word: backward. I had been spending so much time thinking about all the ways various people had failed to care for me, projecting those negative circumstances, situations, and traits onto God.
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Most of my days, I am on a mission. With two young daughters, a demanding career in education, a house to care for, and a persistent attempt to care for myself, I best accomplish things with efficiency.
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The God of Noah, the God of Abraham, the God of Moses, the God of Jacob, the God of David, does not invite His beloved children into things that they are prepared for by their own accord. He invites them into things that require risk, that require courage, that require vulnerability, and that require them to ask Him to do what He needs to do.
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I cried because I knew the invitation included a journey to a new depth of healing–a depth that would require me to walk very difficult and painful things–and I just couldn’t bear the thought of walking through more difficult things, through more pain.
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My physical surroundings barely qualified as a distraction; the cyclone of thoughts reeling in my mind held that prize. I hiked with a vengeance, frustrated that I was experiencing a swirling frenzy of thoughts instead of the very thing I came for.
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My words wouldn’t stop the rain, nor would they change the material underneath my feet, nor turn back the clock. Neither would they remove any of the always-present obstacles along my route: the contents of the sheer pandemonium. I still had to navigate that.
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A few blocks away from where I stayed with my host family in Buenos Aires, Argentina sits the widest avenue in the world: Avenida 9 de Julio. Countless times during my months of studying there, I crossed its sixteen lanes on foot. An incredibly wide thoroughfare, it was utterly chaotic.
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I am no different than Eve and the enemy is no different now than he was then. It is because of the enemy’s manifestation through the flesh of countless people in my life that I have allowed my view of who God is to be tainted.
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I wish I could say that I am sitting here full of expectation, but with the disharmony dancing in my mind, I am unable to have clarity of heart.
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