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.
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.
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 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!
(selah) then...face to face. 