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.
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.
As the decade comes to an end, penned here is my customary letter to self.
(selah) then...face to face. 