I find myself clinging to what I know: work and taking care of my home and family duties.
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2020
Amid this messy, lonely, and depressing unknown, I have witnessed the powerful act of memory. This nostalgic harvest of moments has awakened me to God’s presence.
Maybe quarantine is the season of barrenness, but underneath the surface, roots are taking hold, forming a strong foundation for something more beautiful than I could ever imagine.
… to trust not with my mind but with all my heart
I am enough; this is enough. God is enough.
Mom's prayers were answered in the form of an Italian purple-haired nun who came knocking on our door the first day we moved in.
Let me sit beside this man in hell if he chooses. Teach me in my brokenness to leave the world behind to accompany You in the broken.
I prayed … with a hope that no matter what I decided, I would be loved and guided either way
… and like His eye is on the sparrow, I have felt truly watched over by Him.
God is ever so patiently and lovingly knitting me together in ways that I never could conceive of and making me whole by using what seems like meaningless bits of the wrong puzzle.
What would I say if I could see myself from the outside? Especially through God’s eyes?
It’s as if God wiped out my calendar so I could be with Him and pray.
Nearly everything about the way we live our life has changed. We are spending more time together than ever before, yet so much of that time is compromised by trying to balance the many competing demands of school, work, and daily life.