There is something about the thought of a last letter that makes us slow down. Perhaps because when we imagine there will be no next page, the things that seemed so important before begin to fall away. There is less need to explain ourselves, to prove a point, or to make sure someone understands every…
Category: finding self
Entrusted
There is something beautiful about being given something and knowing it has been entrusted to you. Perhaps it is a little easier to appreciate something when we first receive it. A new job. A new home. A family. A friendship. A marriage. A person we once prayed for. In the beginning, we notice everything. Then…
Seeing With God’s Heart
There is something beautiful about the way life keeps moving. Morning comes quietly. The light changes. Another season arrives almost without asking. And somehow, another day is placed gently into our hands. We don’t always stop to think about how precious that is. Perhaps because we assume there will always be another day to make…
The Season I Never Had
Fall has always been my favorite season. Perhaps because I didn’t grow up with it. I grew up in the Philippines, where the seasons don’t change quite the way they do here. We don’t have that familiar autumn when the green slowly gives way to gold, orange, and red. The trees don’t put on one…
The Greatest Fumble
I came across a thought recently that made me pause: The biggest fumble doesn’t come as a bag. It comes as a person. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized how easily we can misunderstand what a blessing looks like. Sometimes we imagine God’s favor arriving as something obvious. An opportunity. A…
Loving Like Christ
I recently came across a question that stayed with me: What does it really look like to love your wife like Christ? My first thought was my father. I don’t know if my father ever thought about marriage in those theological terms. I don’t remember him talking about what it meant to love a wife…
The Cracks We Keep Patching
On my last trip home, my suitcase came back with a crack. It wasn’t completely broken, but it was enough for me to worry about whether it would make it through the next trip. Before I headed back, I put some heavy-duty glue into the crack. Then I did it again. And again. I wasn’t…
The Prayers We Outgrow
This morning, I found myself thinking about some of the prayers I used to pray. Not the prayers I pray now. The old ones. The ones I prayed when I was younger and life looked very different. The ones that felt so important at the time that I couldn’t imagine being okay without the answers…
Come and See
There is something about the story of the Samaritan woman that I keep coming back to. Jesus knew where He was going. He knew Samaria. He knew the woman He would meet there. He knew her story before she ever stood at that well. And still, He went. He didn’t meet her by accident. He…
Let God Handle What I Cannot
There was a time when I thought understanding why God allowed certain things to happen would finally bring me peace. I wanted to understand the pain. The disappointments. The seasons that seemed to stretch far longer than I thought I could endure. I wanted to know why some prayers seemed to take so long to…
