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Why Journaling Matters
It was my sixth Christmas when I got my first journal. It was green and had a praying angel on the cover. Even though the pages would be penned in my very large learning-to-write characters and the greatest climax it ever saw was the frustration to be getting a second brother instead of a long-awaited sister; it would spark in me a passion. I wouldn’t become part of God’s family for another year and I wouldn’t fully follow him for years after that – but that angel covered book, and the countless ones I filled after, would be a tool. A tool God gave me to harness the words within.…
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Week 6: Lest I Forget
May means another calendar page turned. It gives me satisfaction that time is indeed moving. Yet it also seems like I should be looking back on May like it was a long time ago. While I am sometimes tempted to bemoan the fact that Hawk is over 5,500 miles away from me, and that the time difference is such an inconvenience, and that we don’t talk near as much as we used to; I never want to be ungrateful for all the blessings that we do have. Like the blessing of Wi-Fi and the fact that I can still see his face even though an entire ocean separates us. Like…
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In the Here & Now: Lessons from a Cup of Coffee
I sat across the table from her with a hot cup of coffee cradled between my fingertips. The impact of the words from my mouth startled me. Unexpected truth, said more for my benefit, than hers. The reality washed fresh over me as it clicked not just in the recesses of my brain, but the crevasses of my heart. Words, not of my own, but for my own. My own soul. My own heart. My own sojourning. My own search for the joys in the here and now. The segment of the conversation began with talking about a study I was doing. A study on the principle found in Deuteronomy…
