That perhaps, this is what life comes down to --- not in the money we amass, or the people we impress, or that we've never messed up and we'll always be liked --- but that we come to the reality that we have been born for such a time as this.
So what are we hoping for this Christmas?
What are we longing for beyond the craze of commercialized Christmas, and looking forward to, before the year turns its other corner?
Because this is the thing --- joy isn't something that happens when sorrow ends; joy is the transformation of pain into praise.
He bends time and space and slows motions and teaches us ---
Time is relative.
Time is filled with paradoxes; marked with possibilities.
Time lapses in ways mortals just don't get it,
and multiplies in seeming moments of transience.
We don't understand time the way He does.
...when you just need a breather
You can start -- bid all that toxicity farewell, restart -- and build true faith to thrive.
The art of waiting --- isn't it about allowing the waiting to make you, letting the tango of tension to mould you, and sorting your heart so solitude can find you?
A year can feel too fast, and yourself going too slow, but there's extraordinary beauty in waking up to just be and slowing down to just see: and to be fully attentive and deeply given to the life you have been graced with and the people you have been gifted for.
Transitions can be scary.
You know that this is a story you must one day share, but right now --- you're struggling to live through.
“This is absurd…” He says it weakly. Almost like a whisper, almost all to himself. He sighs, and shrugs, then shakes his head. ”How can someone with my kinda past, and my sorta losses…?” he stops his sentence midway, looking down. I nodded. I know his question — how can someone who’s mucked it bad… Continue reading 3 Steps to Reject Your Rejections & Rebound Right Into the Game of Life —When You Feel You’re Kinda Lost or Have Kinda Lost It
Disappointment can lead you back Home, not astray.
He takes the time to slowly concoct the person He makes to take him deep before He takes him far.
To teach him laughter in the face of loss, and joy in the face of the mundane.
And to awaken in him to the truly extraordinary life in what looks like -- simply and pitifully ordinary.
When life's made up of your blend, of love and loss, of gathering and giving, of creating and destroying, we know that it's only through experiencing you that we experience the potential for change, our opportunity for growth.
It's the first of July, and in the midst of a winter chill, and I saw. How candles can flicker on right through the night, and hope can be served right there when the heart is healed right here, and that the way to see the light of day is to walk through the length… Continue reading What Masters the Dark
Somewhere at the back of the desert, in a place dry and barren, where you think heaven's brazen and the dusty air of death's howling, there's a well, and you'll be well. He comes like a cooling rain in summer's scorch and uses every minute of your hard to work for your good, and His glory.