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.
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.
Part of my personal wrestling these past years had been around the topic of church and state. I grew up despising the field of politics, as I often saw it being used for oppressive means and personal gain. Yet here I am today, running for a seat at the Parliament. So here I pen my reflections, seeking to echo the prayer that Christ taught us: “Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done,” even as He breathed His last.
(selah) then...face to face. 