The Trouble With Pain

Somehow C.S. Lewis wrote an entire book about how the existence of pain proves that God is real and that God is good. (I’m paraphrasing.) He says that considering something painful proves that pain is not the norm. If all of life was just a constant state of suffering then we would not call pain…

In the Land of Grief: I Look Up

Like a man stranded on an island Hobbling through the coarse sand. My thoughts dense as the thundering rain clouds rolling in. Falling back, I look to the sky Because nothing down here can help me. Waving my arms wide and weak Trying to hail a plane Trying to hail God. It’s a cry for help And an…

Grief at Arm’s Length 

Looking on His limp body, I know He knows the exhaustion. My insides feel limp. His arms span the length of my aching.  All of me held together.                                He says nothing, yet He speaks volumes.  I know He knows—  …

Because He Is

Because He is my strength, I am able to get out of bed in the morning. Because He is my rock, I am not sinking into depression. Because He is my shield, I am not pierced by worry or fear. Because He is the One who ran to my dad with arms wide open, my family…

Finding Peace in Life’s Debris

Last week,  I saw countless Facebook friends sharing their results from “find out the status update you will be posting in ten years.” As I scrolled through the comical posts,  I wondered what made this so popular. What else could it be other than our secret desire to flip to the last page of our lives and…

Moving Past Disobedience and Failure

  Perhaps the most agonizing part about disobedience is waiting around for another opportunity to prove yourself faithful. Think back to your schooling days. You took a test, waited a few days and received your results. As test scores hit your peers’ desks, students either sat up straight with confidence or slumped lower in disappointment….

When The Mop Bucket Spills

Yesterday, I spent a lot of time mopping the floors. They’ve been getting unusually dirty, trapped under a filmy, stubborn slime of sin, accusation and doubt. After each mopping, the residue created an even dirtier concoction of water in my tattered bucket. The murky liquid gave a nauseating stench of self-rejection. ” … [My dark…

The Process and Pain of (Mis)Understanding

Living in a foreign country has me feeling like a misunderstood teenager again. Since coming here, I developed a habit of haranguing heaven with “God, when will you let me understand why you’ve brought me to Spain? Why did you extract me from my element, country and place of comfort? How much longer until I…