I want to not be scared, nor anxious, as I lean into You. But some days the haze is so powerfully persuasive, and I am so easily persuaded.
Growing up, friends seemed to pop up like daisies, showing up in my life with little or no help from me. Then I became an adult.
The truth is, sometimes you know in your mind God is good, but your heart struggles to understand how He could love you and allow the pain.
Beauty cries out to me. She beckons my attention in a noisy and crowded world where I too quickly grow numb, distracted, detached. I blame it on my eyes; they spoil me. For their powerful function allows me to look and look and look--without requiring me to see or notice or appreciate. This is my quest. To notice. … Continue reading The Stubborn Strength of Beauty
Do you see my idols? I do not worship the pagan gods of old with their gold overlays and silver adornments. Nothing so ridiculous as that. Instead, my idols come neatly-wrapped in culturally-appropriate packages. Hard to recognize, yet insidious all the same. Emotions, Productivity and Validation boast well-used altars which have been dismantled and rebuilt, … Continue reading In the Shadow of My Idols
Truthfully, I simply don't know where the line is between enjoying the comforts God has given me with a grateful heart, and living a numbed, comfort-driven life.
As Christmas draws nigh, I thought I'd take a moment to talk about Christianity, since there's that whole "Christ being born" thing that fueled the day's origin. And before you go all rhetoric on me, yes, I do know that Jesus was most likely not born on December 25, and that the date may have been chosen … Continue reading dear world,