We are not promised tomorrow, but while we are still here, every ordinary day is sacred, those we love are worth holding close, and every unfinished page is a gift from God. There are some moments in life that do not simply live in our memory. They mark us. They sear themselves into us so…
Tag: healing
Dandelion Puffballs
Sometimes life does not need to change for our hearts to feel lighter; we simply need to look at it with different eyes. Have you ever gone for a walk with a small child and held their little hand in yours as they skip along beside you? Their fingers curl trustingly around your own, while…
His Eye is on the Sparrow
God often uses the smallest, most ordinary things to remind tired hearts that His care has never left them. During winter this year, Peter and I wandered into a little corner café in the middle of the city. I took the table by the window while he went to order, and for a few quiet…
The Anchor Holds
The absence of answers does not mean the absence of God. Have you ever lived through a season when adversity arrives like a wave, then another, and then another still? Not the kind of wave that merely unsettles the surface, but the kind that rises suddenly and breaks over the whole of your life, sweeping…
Hope
Hope is not certainty that life will become easier, but the courage to believe that darkness will not have the final word. Have you ever wondered why, in the very worst moments of human history, hope so often seems to rise most clearly? It is one of life’s great mysteries. In the midst of war,…
Wait a Minute
Sometimes the smallest rituals provide the steadiness that difficult days cannot. There is something in me that longs to find joy in every single day. I know, of course, that some days make that easier than others. Some arrive carrying lightness, offering up small gifts almost without asking. Others feel heavy from the moment we…
Winter of Discontent
In seasons of survival, self-compassion becomes a necessity, not an indulgence. Lately I have found myself living in a season I would never have chosen, yet one I seem unable to hurry through. It has come quietly, almost unnoticed at first, and then all at once it was simply there, settling over my days, my…
Silence
Peace can come through surrender rather than control. When life feels a little too overwhelming, when my thoughts grow noisy and my heart begins to ache for somewhere to rest, I know exactly where my mind goes. It returns to a place that has long lived within me. A place I can step into without…
