• Praise

    Close King

    There are many beautiful things about God. Many things worthy to celebrate. But one of the realities about Him that I love so much is His closeness to us. There is no one on earth like God that we can count on, to always, always, always be there with us in the midst of the soaring heights and the lonely valleys of life. He is close. I’m so thankful for that certainty in the midst of an uncertain world. Life, by its very nature, will be full of many unknowns, many things outside of our control, many parts of our journey that we might not have chosen. But God is…

  • Learning about Jesus

    Swamp-Diving Savior

    I keep a card in my wallet that says “Jesus is not afraid of the messy stuff. The I AM has your back!”. It reminds me that the God we serve wades deep into the mud of our messes in order to redeem, rescue, and restore. And blessed-be my swamp-diving Savior, because my actions sometimes snowball into serious mess-ups and my unwise decisions have at times left truckloads of issues in their wake. The muck of life that me, everyone else around me, now has to deal with. What have I done? How could I do that again? When will I learn my lesson?

  • Praise

    He Wants To Be With Us

    There is so much to give God praise for. So much that He has done, that He is doing, and that He will do, that is worthy of our consideration and exaltation. His very nature is glorious and worthy of us glorifying. Over the course of the next couple of days, I want to use this blog as a platform to give God praise. Not just because He deserves every ounce of affection I can give Him, but also because it is good for me (and all of us) to do so. When I stare at the source of goodness itself, when I turn my thoughts to a being that…

  • Learning about Jesus

    Agapē & An 8 Year Old’s Act of Sacrificial Love

    I remember my first act of sacrifical love. I was young, probably 8 or 9, and my family had taken a trip to the beach. Probably in order to corral us, my parents had us sit inside our hot, sweaty purple van while my mom doled out sandwiches and drinks from a cooler in the back. Mealtime as a member of a family of seven requires a certain amount of hustle. You’ve got to get while the getting is good – you know? On Thanksgiving, grab the whole bowl of mashed potatoes, you may be able to barter for a half-chewed turkey leg down the line…that kind of thing…

  • Praise

    On Loss

    When I was just a few weeks shy of my 14th birthday, my brother, James, died suddenly of meningitis. He was 19 at the time and, to me, he was one part best friend, one part hero. He was also an extremely gifted violinist, attending one of the elite universities in the country for classical musicians. His life burned bright with such passion and promise that it seemed impossible that he could have died so young, with so much left to do, to give, to live. His death tore through me and I remember thinking how strange it was that I literally felt a void in my chest — a…

  • Learning about Jesus

    On Biting & Forgiveness

    I am one of five children and the only girl. I am also the youngest, and therefore, the cream of the crop. Each child in our family has their own particular blend of personality traits and quirks. For example, my parents at one point deemed me “the observer” because I would often position myself a little bit back from whatever was happening and watch first before delving into things myself. First of all, in my defense, I would like to say that if I had been invited to play more by my brothers, I probably wouldn’t have been given such a creepy label. Second, I have very large eyes, so I…