Dear Grief, You are the faithful companion I never wish I had, yet somehow you bring a sense of comfort to my life by making me face my pain. You make me be vulnerable; you make me be honest, no matter the expense. How am I supposed to endure a lifetime knowing that you are…
Marching through a hometown bridge,
Speaking from a memorial’s steps,
Sitting on the wrong side of the bus
Penning unforgettable words,
Handing knock-out punches in the ring,
Each of these historic acts remind us
Of the costs in seeking liberty…
It’s often easier to bring what we do have to God. When we look around our lives and identify the gifts, the talents, and the material possessions in our lives, we can more easily gather them together and place them before God and use them to serve others. We can use our gifts and talents to create or dream-up something, we can gather items from our pantry and use them to serve the needy, we can even collaborate with someone else and together create and share something tangible that will satisfy someone else’s need. But what do we do about the lack that we experience in our own life? What do we do with our own brokenness? Read on for more encouragement in surrendering and offering our brokenness to God during unfamiliar and uncomfortable seasons.
A few days after my grandmother went to heaven, my mom and I spent some time together sorting and organizing the personal treasures and trinkets my grandmother had left behind. As we looked through photos, clothes and other personal belongings, we couldn’t help but dwell on the remarkable woman that she was.
Since my childhood there were certain things that my grandmother displayed in her house which I begun to treasure. I could look around her home and see things I could identify with, things I wanted for very my own. For each and every one of those things, my mother likely knew a story about how my grandmother had come to own that very item, stories that she had witnessed or had a hand in making happen. Stories that were heart-warming, stories that I never knew. As my mom and I went through my grandmother’s clothes, I remember my mom handing me one of grandma’s batitas (nightgowns) as she lovingly said…
My youngest nephew is a rainbow baby.
Throughout the years after his older sister was born, I would often hear my brother-in-law say that he wanted to have more children. Whenever he held a baby, you could lovingly see a smile fill his face, quickly followed by a glance towards my sister with a dreamy gaze in his eyes. My niece and my nephew are quite a few years apart, so needless to say, news of my nephew’s arrival came with joy-filled anticipation and wonder.
For some time, my sister had seen a little boy in her dreams. She described him to me as the most beautiful little boy she had ever seen. His life filled many prayers, and when she spoke of him she did so with anticipation, excitement, pride and admiration for the gift that his miraculous life would bring. My sister would birth a son, and he would fill their days with smiles, wonder and endless joy.
I still remember when the news came of the baby we didn’t get to meet. It was a time of rejoicement, of counting the weeks and months ahead, and of anticipation for one of life’s greatest gifts to come. This child my sister now carried in her womb, she’d already spent time with in her dreams. And that child’s life, would soon find it’s home in heaven. Read on to learn more about the journey that followed, and how faith-filled, silent prayers nurtured a BRAVE new, miraculous life.
My close friends are my muses. They help to ignite the flame of my passion and creativity, making me believe in a better reality and a future with hope.
Sometimes we go through life thinking we know our strengths, who we really are and the passion that’s inside of us. Yet it’s not until we put those strengths, those qualities and that passion into use for the benefit of someone else, of someone we love, that we truly come to know who we really are.
In my own life, there’s two friends who are my constant muses, my igniters of passion and carriers of hope. I lovingly think of them as The Difference Maker and The Joyful Challenger. Read on to learn more about their amazing lives.
I love spending Sundays at church. We live in the New York metro area and the church we call home holds Sunday services at a large theater venue. I’ve always found it so exciting to take in the service from different vantage points in the theater, and while most photos focus on the glamour of the front row experience, this photo is taken from what most would consider the worst seat in the theater. Yet for me, this seat is one of the most important seats in our church venue and prompted a life and perspective-changing revelation. Read on for more encouragement on going the distance with a willing heart.
With so much emphasis now placed on staying home and on socially distancing ourselves, it’s important to remember that there’s still a difference between being in solitude and being in isolation. By shifting our internal perspective from being in isolation to being in solitude, we can give our soul the freedom to find and dwell in the calmness that this unplanned respite can offer. Solitude allows us to:
Last September, my father journeyed to his heavenly home. Ever since, my life hasn’t been the same. I’ve found myself living as if I…
The other day I attended an event where there was a
beautiful table set with lots of tall, white candles. I remember being present when…