I revisit old writings and wonder if I still know the girl who composed them. She sounds so passionate, so sure. My notebook pile has grown over the days and months in between, but perhaps God has giving me the gift of those pages for nights such as tonight.Read More
My mind gets lost in the sea of candles just flickering off to the right. There are so many prayers. I think of my own throughout the day and see rose gardens everywhere I walk.Read More
"The Lord is steadfast... steadfast," he said. Bruce went further to say that He uses every piece of pain, every thread of story, and every cloud of confusion to tell His. "Our stories are not our own," he said. "Write yours in a book, Frankie."Read More
Fix-it Frankie and I hung out yesterday, and I realize that I may sound schizophrenic... You may have a "fix-it" alter-ego, too, perhaps. Instead of turning to God in prayer, I let my mind go wild with problem solving. To an extent it is fun and one of my gifts, but when I rely on my own strength is when it becomes self-destructive and a not fun place to be.Read More
It is comical because I introduced Zechariah yesterday in the morning, but yesterday I was Zechariah. I spent the morning writing, praying, reading my Bible... doing everything seemingly right. I prayed about waiting and wrote about waiting and prayed about writing about waiting and wrote about praying about waiting.Read More
I do not want to like waiting. I want to talk all about the journey and fast forward to the end. If I did that, though, I would miss the whole thing... all the fun... Ferris Bueller running around Chicago with his best friends. Ask Lindy and me about when I attempted to ditch school senior year of high school.Read More
Although I feel quite ordinary this Sunday afternoon, I feel as if I were on the brink of something quite extraordinary. I have been reading through various writings from the past few months, and I knew that this journey was coming. I knew that I would be weary, and I knew that it would be hard. How strange it is to already know the end of the journey, as well. I am just as curious as to where what shall happen. It could be everything or absolutely nothing, but is that not the best thing to do with a friend: everything and nothing and just be.
During this time of waiting, wait with me in Ireland. I think that is where I shall go this week. Wake up and go get your converse. We are going on an adventure in this Advent.Read More
Read through the first and second chapters of Luke a few times to get yourself familiar with the story.
Also, take a moment and just list out the things you are thankful for... This morning, I am thankful for this sadness, a camera, soft light, a dozen roses, and an amazing family coming over this afternoon.Read More
Over the past week or so, I have learned that people actually read the random things that I transcribe from my notebook to websites. The analytics surprise me.
I should have seen this all coming, but here is the introduction for something that has not yet been created: writing a series of stories throughout Advent, preparing hearts for the greatest joy, and seeking to know God just a little bit more everyday. All I know that it is the book of Luke, a mountain, and open hands.Read More