As 2018 comes to a close, penned here is my customary letter to self after having reflected upon the Lord's leading through the year.
In a season of rejoicing and celebration, I pray that we may not neglect the weight of the Truth of the birth of our Lord and Savior, who left all majesty to be born in a manger. In Christ, we see God denying Himself all lavishness to lavish Himself on us. A self-giving, other-serving, sacrificial love.
Many of us do not talk about death well—it is a topic that we often neglect and shove aside. But we all know that there will come a time when we shall see a loved one go. And that we too, shall pass away. My prayer is that as we understand death better, we may in turn, live our lives better. For indeed, “to live is Christ, and to die is gain.”
A while back a dear friend of mine asked whether it is wrong to pursue "the knowledge of God". We can know all the "right" theology, but why does that matter if it does not do anything to our lives? So is theology even worth pursuing? This is an excerpt of my letter to her and my prayers are that we may grow in love for this God whom we seek after.
A friend of mine recently asked me about the concept of "when I am weak, then He is strong"–something perhaps as Christians we tend to talk a lot about. But do we truly understand what it means to say this, and to walk in the path of weakness? This is an excerpt of my letter to her, and I pray that this may only spur us to think deeper about what it means to boast in our weaknesses.
Over the years my birthdays have been a time of reflection of how the Lord has kindly led me through the seasons. Perhaps this year, specifically, calls for the thoughts on the Theology of Work, especially, as I step into the workplace for the first time. I am thankful that these have been restless months, and I pray that this post may be one of many conversations to come about what it means for us to “work as unto the Lord.”
In celebration of what happens to be the the international women’s day, I thought it would be good to dedicate a post to all the women out there, as well as the men in our lives who have pushed us to be the women we are today. Oh, here's to the beauty of femininity (and masculinity)––thanks be to God!
It is with a heavy heart that I close my chapter of living in LA. Though two and a half years had been more than what I had bargained for, in the short while, LA had become home. The hardest had been saying my farewells to the people I had embraced as family. These were the people I had been gifted with, to love and serve, and to be loved and served by. And to them I dedicate this post.
As the year comes to a close, here is my customary letter to self, reflecting on the year 2017.
Attending seminary these past two and a half years had ultimately helped me understand grace better. To be able to devote a period in my life to press deeper in knowing this inconceivable God—who had made Himself known in the Person of Jesus Christ: oh, how grateful am I to have been given such an opportunity. For this I give thanks, approaching the Throne as a beloved child basking in Grace.