#FiveMinuteFriday: Accept (a poem)

Faith Grace Poetry Prayer Strength Waiting

Do I accept the world in all of its fury, despair, and appetite without also accepting the tranquility, affection, and harmony that stands at my doorstep when I walk outside to breathe in its life? Do I receive all the life and grace God extends to me in my calloused palms? 

What is it Like to Hold Space for Both Light and Dark?

Faith Grace

God made a unique space where both light and dark exist not one without the other but in beautiful moderation. Harmony and humility meet where we hold the idea of light and dark existing as one.

Book Review: Pierced & Embraced by Kelli Worrall

Book Review Faith Grace Strength

Two of the questions for reflection and discussion are: “Who needs to hear your testimony? How might God use you in your sphere of influence” (Worrall, 81)? I wrote these questions in a place where I can refer to them often. When I’m feeling unqualified in life, I can find comfort in knowing how loved I am by Him.

Book Review: The Imperfect Disciple by Jared C. Wilson

Book Review Grace

I rushed to pick up this book because I am attracted to the notion of an Imperfect Disciple. The title resonated with me and the book cover design was beautiful. I often judge books by

Begin Again: Why My Worth Is Emerging for Me Now by Julie Loos

Faith Family Strength

Throughout my whole life, I’ve felt unwanted. When I was a young child, those closest to me threatened to give me up. These individuals were supposed to be my safe place- my home. In reality,

Begin Again: The Eternal Value of Our Work by Dr. Robert Chao Romero

Faith Guest Post Prayer social justice Strength Waiting

That simple, yet dangerous, prayer led me to begin again. God soon filled my heart with a new vision: to become a professor and to use the professorial platform to speak and write about issues of race and Christianity.

Begin Again: When Two Hearts Finally Become One by Meg Weyerbacher

Faith Family Grace Guest Post Strength

Husband and I lay, backs on the bed staring at the ceiling, no kids at home. Finally, time alone. How would we spend this time? Would it be as all the times before? Pretending we weren’t hurt? Hovering surface level?