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…
Tag: sensitivity
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…
Ma: Where Meaning Lives
There is a kind of meaning that doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t arrive with answers or explanations. It waits in the pause. In Japanese thought, ma speaks to that space—the silence, the gap, the breath between moments. Not as emptiness. Not as absence. But as presence. A presence we often rush past because it doesn’t…
The Words We Never Hear
I came across a post recently—just a few lines my nephew wrote for his spouse on their anniversary. It wasn’t long. It wasn’t dramatic. But it stopped me. The kind of words that name partnership, gratitude, and choice so plainly that they settle deep before you realize what’s happening. I found myself tearing up, not…
More Than a Tap
When was the last time we actually stayed with something? Not just noticed it. Not just reacted to it. But read it slowly. Let it linger. Let it sit with us for a moment longer than a scroll. We live in a world of instant responses. A heart. A thumbs-up. A quick tap that says…
Becoming Small
There’s a kind of greatness the world applauds. And then there’s the kind God notices. I’ve been thinking about how often Jesus spoke about becoming small—not invisible, not erased, but willing. Willing to be humbled. Willing to serve. Willing to loosen our grip on needing to be seen or affirmed. “If you want to be…
Life Is A Book
Imagine reading a book with no way to turn back the page. No rereading a chapter. No flipping back to catch what you missed. No undo. How carefully would you read it? Life feels a lot like that. Not in a dramatic, everything-is-fragile way—but in a quiet, sobering one. Days move forward whether we’re ready…
The Things We Lose Without Knowing
It’s strange how easy it is to lose pieces of ourselves without even realizing it. One scroll at a time. One harmless reel after another. We laugh, we double-tap, we share — until little by little, the things that once made us uncomfortable start to feel normal. It doesn’t happen overnight. It’s subtle — almost…
The Cycle We Choose to Break
Sometimes, pain doesn’t end where it begins. It travels. It changes hands, it changes faces—but it remains the same pain, recycled in new ways. What was once done to us can easily become what we do to others if we never pause to heal what’s been broken inside. Many of us grew up with words…
The True Wealth of a Man
The measure of a man’s wealth is not found in the size of his bank account, but in the atmosphere he creates at home. The way he loves, honors, and protects his wife sets the tone for the entire household. When a wife feels safe, cherished, and provided for, her spirit flourishes. Her heart opens…
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