Faith

Quiet, meditative, and inspirational thoughts for a world trampled with sirens and chaotic to-do lists.  

What I’ve Learned About Faith

What I've Learned About Faith

Nothing really. Like, I probably shouldn’t even be here trying to write about faith. Because when I’m super honest, I’ve sometimes considered being done with God and faith. Why? Well, When Life is Interrupted by Struggle, faith seems to come apart at the seams. And then, I find myself admitting that It’s More About What God Hasn’t Done than what He has done for me. Faith Is Not What I Expected I used to think that to have faith that...
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Spartan Race: sometimes we need to be carried

Like a dam breaking, the Spartan runners sprang across the starting line. My sister, Rachel, and I followed the crowd. After a quick stumble, I glued my eyes to the ground. Because of the many runners who had already left their footprints in the mud, the path was pockmarked with divets…perfect for a twisted ankle. As other Spartans raced past us, my sister chanted to me, “I’m so glad you came.” For you see, my sister is the Spartan sprinter and...
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Practicing the Presence of God: Making It Harder Than It Is

I slammed my pencil down on my math notebook, where half-worked problems sprawled. “I can’t do this!!!!” From the den, the computer chair creaked, and the soft thump of my mom’s step signaled her approach. I collapsed over my math textbook, notebook, and scratch paper. She needed to know that this was too hard, and it was hopeless, and I would never get it. I jutted out my lip. My mom pulls out the chair next to me. “What’s going...
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He Will Sustain You

What’s the thing that feels too heavy for you? Is it getting out of bed in the morning? Does the very monotony of life choke you? Pinchy Place In the recent months, I’ve snuggled deep into the uncomfortable stage my life is in. I’m pinched between my expectation for life and the reality I live. And, yes, it’s a pinch. No matter which way I wiggle, I’m still dissatisfied, frustrated, and uncomfortable. My prayers whine, “Goddddd, why am I here?...
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When Hope Is Not Enough

You’d think that by now, I would understand hope. Well, maybe you didn’t, but I sure as coconuts thought that I’d have some sort of grasp on hope. I know The Hope. Yes, I’m talking about Jesus here. Intellectually, I recognize that Jesus is my hope. Not only does Jesus offer purpose for my life, but by his not-giving-me-what-I-actually-deserve, Jesus has given me the promise of eternity with him. Why doesn’t that fill me with joyous exclamations and rooftop hallelujahs?...
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