In Galatians 5:22, Paul writes out the fruits of the Spirit for the Christians at Galatia. There are the big ones that everyone knows: love and hope, and then... gentleness? I have read this verse numerous times, and even memorized it when I was younger, but I never stopped to consider each one until recently.... Continue Reading →
Lived Loved: A Good Friday Devotional
Holy Spirit spoke these words to me upon waking this morning: “Lived loved. Live as if you know without a shadow of doubt—in every bone in your body, in the very core of your soul I breathed life into—that I love you.” Lord, I admit, I don’t live that way. I can be a very... Continue Reading →
I Believe, Lord—Help My Unbelief: Clinging to YHWH in the Dark
I feel like everything I wrote in my last post was a lie. Or maybe God is just testing me. Or Satan’s harassing me—looking to see if I’ll really “praise Him in this storm” while the waves become tsunami-level dangerous. Or maybe this is just…life. Recovering Alone Recently, I learned that the facility where I... Continue Reading →
“I’ll Praise You in This Storm”: Finding God Through Pain and Recovery
I wanted to write sooner—to update you, to process—but fear (and writer’s block) held me back. Fear of vulnerability. Fear of being honest about what the recovery process has been like. But today, I’m pushing past the fear. Before the sun rose, Holy Spirit woke me up with a song: Casting Crowns’ Praise You in... Continue Reading →
Finding Glimpses of God in the Dark
I’ve been away for a bit, trying to get everything prepared as quickly as possible for knee surgery—the date has moved to this month (December 17)—in the midst of work (and its stressors), communications with the doctors and surgery scheduler (and their sweet kindness and grace), and finally, forcing myself to be quiet enough to... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 