Tag: Identity

“Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers.” Galatians 6:10 Have you ever asked God, “Please give me opportunities where I can share you with others”? Yeah? Maybe? Have you ever asked God, “Please give...

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the importance of rest. (I wrote a poem about it a while back – you can read it here.)It’s sort of been in the back of my mind for a long time now, and I’ve lately been pondering, what does it mean...

🎵Christmas time is here…🎵 It’s that time of year again. The beginning of December, when things seem to at once speed up and slow down. Last night my family started Advent, which is our December tradition. Every night of December, we gather around in the living room, light one...

In the Silence: A poem...

Pride is a pit. A pit full of darkness. Between mountains it lies hidden. The Boy wasn’t looking for it. No, he was looking for something higher. He was climbing the mountain slowly, his feet moving higher with every word of praise he received. “They love me,” he had...

The sky is pink this morning. I see houses silhouetted by the morning sun. Strokes of lavender, wisps of blue, you are painting the sky for your own pleasure, and I get to watch. You’re a God of joy. You like to smile. Does the sunrise make you smile?...

God, I’ve had a word on my mind for a while now. And I don’t know what to do with it. Is it from you? I don’t know, maybe it is. Sometimes I have a hard time knowing. The word makes me wonder, God. Do I get the wrong...

Frustration fills me as I stare at the blank page. I know I can do this, I tell myself. I know I can do this. Then why is it so hard? Every day I take out pen and page, filled with a hard determination. I’ll do it this time,...

Drop. Drop. Drip. Drop. Look up, child, and see the rain. See how it falls? It falls from the heavens. So high. See the clouds? Don’t be afraid. See the drops? Hundreds. Thousands. Millions and millions and millions Of drops. I made them for you, child. Look at the...

I see it all around me. What the world calls beautiful. Glamour, Artifice, Power. And I look at myself. And what I see is not Glamorous, Artificial, Powerful— And I tremble at my ignorance. And I ask, God, Why am I not beautiful? Didn’t you make me to be...