On my 30th, I surrendered my daughter to be baptized. A milestone to commemorate my season of motherhood, and, too, a reminder of God's grace in this new assignment. So here I pen my reflections of thirty, alongside Christ's own baptism at thirty.
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revisiting grief; recounting Grace
Today marks a year into my Grandpa's passing, and so I pen a memoir. To revisit the grief is to remember the mercies God had supplied in sorrow. And to remember his life is to recount God's kind grace. And I pray that this may be of some sort of solace, to those who might be in a similar place of grief. For today, too, we recall, that death no longer has final say, but Christ, the Hope of the world.
a mother, but first a child
As we await the arrival of our daughter, here I pen myself a reminder of the vices of longing for motherhood, as compared to God's beautiful design. May motherhood only propel me to deeper dependence on the Father who offers sufficient grace in all times of need.
Heaven’s Jewel in a dingy manger: a Christmas reflection from home
An unlikely Christmas, for once spent back home. Unforeseen circumstances had interfered with our travel plans, but ‘tis remain a season to be glad, to be in thanksgiving. For being home this Christmas, served as a ringing reminder, that Christmas had first made its course in history, when Heaven’s Jewel came to a dingy manger, so that the Almighty may bring His children Home.
promptly and sincerely, an offering unto Him: reflections on 2021
Ringing in the new year provides us all with the opportunity to reflect upon the daily graces, unexpected provisions, and mercies anew. Though the past year perhaps have been placated with many losses and terrors thereof, Sustenance has never failed. If you are here today reading this, that has, too, been true for you. Providence has thus been true. And lest we forget: penning here, a reminder, my annual letter to self.
twenty seven: dear hidden heart
This year I have been surprised by the kindness of God through the gift of a most-sweet love. Who would have thought, especially in the midst of the pandemic? As one who has walked through a prolonged season of hiddenness, these months have rendered me in awe and gratefulness. And so here I pen my own recollection of the pain of loneliness, and the faithfulness of God, with hopes to encourage other with hearts that long.
raising my glass and raising my Ebenezer: reflections on 2020
The year 2020 had been placated with losses and grief for many. To me, it has been a time of recalibrating my own inwardly-curved heart to the truth of the Gospel. And so here I pen, my customary letter to self, on lessons learnt in 2020.
Dr. Robert Harp (1959-2020): a tribute to a mentor, friend, and brother
Celebrating the life of a man whose life reflected the love of his soul: his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
twenty six: fearfully made and differently abled for God’s display
Penning down some reflections on my 26th, and reminded, yet again, of the simple Truth: that I am not my own, but belong, wholly, to my faithful Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.
faithful and reckless, and Grace in every season: reflections on 2019
As the decade comes to an end, penned here is my customary letter to self.
(selah) then...face to face. 