I’ve noticed something. The writers who stay with you… aren’t always the loudest. They aren’t always the most impressive. But there’s something about their words. They feel like a hand on your shoulder. Like someone has been there. The greatest writers don’t just tell better stories. They make the stories better… because they lived them…
Category: sensitivity
365 Days
There’s something about that number that feels both ordinary and overwhelming. A year. A calendar. A full circle around the sun. And yet… when you really sit with it, it becomes something else entirely. 365 chances. 365 mornings to wake up and try again. 365 days to love someone well. To speak gently. To show…
Meraki
Some creations don’t just come from skill. They come from the places in us that have felt deeply. There’s a certain way you can tell when something was made with meraki. You don’t always see it right away. You feel it first. A quiet warmth. A sense that someone stayed with the work a little…
One Less Day
We often comfort ourselves with the phrase one more day. One more day to fix things. One more day to say what we meant. One more day to try again. But lately, I’ve been sitting with a quieter thought. Because every morning we wake up, it isn’t really one more day. It’s one less day….
Carrying Rain In Your Chest
Sometimes it’s the simplest moments that catch you. You’re just going through your day. Doing normal things. Nothing particularly wrong, nothing particularly big. And yet… there’s this quiet feeling sitting somewhere inside you. Not loud. Not overwhelming. Just there. Like you’re carrying something you never really had the chance to put down. Some emotions don’t…
Tended, Not Chased
Some mornings, before the day asks anything of us, there’s a quiet moment where the heart checks in. Not with questions about productivity or plans—but with something gentler. Why am I here today? Not in a grand, philosophical way. Just in the way a soul wonders if it’s still aligned with what matters. There’s a…
Divine Preparation
Have you ever looked back and realized that God was taking care of you long before you understood why? For a long time, I thought my job was just something I needed to survive. A way to pay the bills. A season I had to endure. But lately, I’ve been seeing it differently. I’m realizing…
Holiness, From Where We Stand
We hear the word holiness and something in us stiffens. It sounds lofty. Untouchable. Like something meant for saints in stained glass, not people with tired hearts and complicated lives. Our church is beginning a series on holiness, and I found myself quietly asking—not out loud, but deep inside— What does holiness actually look like…
Komorebi
Light that reaches you only because something stands in the way. Beauty created by obstruction, not absence. I’ve been thinking about that kind of light lately—the kind that doesn’t arrive freely or fully, the kind that has to pass through branches, through resistance, through layers of things that slow it down. Komorebi is the Japanese…
Peace That Stays
静けさ Shizukesa A stillness that carries weight. Silence that feels inhabited. There is a kind of silence that isn’t empty. It doesn’t rush to be filled. It doesn’t ask for music, conversation, or explanation. It simply stays. not empty—just quiet This is not the silence of being ignored or forgotten. It’s not the awkward pause…
Charina.Writes 