I shared some reflections a few weeks ago. Although I've been a Bible learner and disciple of Christ for many years, I do not yet have this walk figured out. It's filled with missteps and mistakes, and even when I re-read some of my prior posts, I can see how I could have represented the truth more fully and adequately. It is humbling to know that God still brings truth even in our tiny bit of understanding.
Today, we start a Bible study I've refused to write for months. It is a chapter out of my dark soul and a testament to the bright communion God showed me over a long, swarthy night. I know I need to sit still and get some of the messy, messy work God has graciously done down on paper. I dread it and welcome it all in one.
…As we loaded the Uhaul I thought about all we tow around in life. Whether it’s a set of old, tattered books which contain knowledge from our experiences, one of those DIY projects we experimented with on our own heart, or some emotions we’ve shoved into a tattered bag and pushed to the back of the dark closet to keep them out-of-sight – we all have stuff. Hang-ups, bang-ups, and splintered edges.
If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook, you noticed several (gorgeous, I might add) Florida photographs recently. My family spent a week in Santa Rosa, Florida, on a much-needed vacation. We’re not busy-bodies on vacation (or in general), so we sat on the beach, splashed in the ocean, took naps, and ate ice cream. It was magical and didn’t even require…
