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Bright Day

My mind, along with my heart, wouldn't be still long enough for slumber to come easily last night. The dark night consumed me. I attempted to pray, to make sense of it all. I must have dozed off partway through, but I am almost sure that even my dreams were full of pleadings. I needed Him to be found.

I woke up a few minutes before the alarm to chilly toes and a kitten that was attempting to attack them. And there was calm. No, it was more than calm, there was peace. I felt at peace. This was one of those instances that I knew God had granted me His peace. This was a kind of peace that didn't make sense. This was a peace that passed all rational understanding. And I didn't have to understand it, just accept it.

At that realization came such joy. I felt as if I could not contain it all.

I was reminded of Jesus' words from Luke 18: “Let these children alone. Don’t get between them and me. These children are the kingdom’s pride and joy. Mark this: Unless you accept God’s…

Dark Night

I am in what could be described as a "dark night of the soul" so to speak. I guess it has been brewing, these questions in my heart. They aren't questions of God's Sovereignty; they're not questions of Salvation. Or grace. Rather, they are doubts about my adherence to a particular way, a specific denomination. And the fact that each one is so very certain of its own absolute truth {but even within most denominations there are enough variances to cause factions of said groups}. Yet, I am not. Herein lies my struggle.

Although, like I said, this has been brewing for some time, it all came to a head yesterday. I am reading through a book on Biblical womanhood by Rachel Held Evans. In the book were points of view from different religions and different religious movements. In a particular chapter, Martin Luther was quoted several times. Being as I am attending a Lutheran church at the moment, I was sort of caught off guard by the misogynistic tone of the following:


My 100th Post {in which I write about Stan the Window Man}

It was dark and chilly when I left work this evening. I wanted to go home but I knew that I had to get gas and make a quick trip to the grocery store. This town that I grew up in continues to swell and so I had to fight my way through the traffic that has become all too familiar.

Walking out of the store, I saw him. Stan. Stan the Window Man as he calls himself. I am surprised to see him. It has been at least a few years. He was a prominent fixture around Riverside establishments. I would see him at various places such as Blockbuster, Ralph's, the Post Office, always with his bottle of generic blue cleaning solution and crumpled newspapers. Tonight, he sits on a folding chair, and the years, the years haven't been kind.

I was truly happy to see him. I greet him by name and ask him how he has been, where he has been. I rarely carry cash, but I pull out a dollar from the bottom of my purse. He thanks me and tells me that he knows a woman who lets him stay at her house and do hi…

One Word

My dear friend had shared a link on Facebook from One Word 365. The article encouraged readers to select one word for the year. This one little word would become a focus of sorts. 
I thought about it and decided to pray about what word to choose. My word for 2013 is....sanctify.
sanc·ti·fy  transitive verb \-ˌfī\ sanc·ti·fied   sanc·ti·fy·ing
Definition of SANCTIFY
1: to set apart to a sacred purpose or to religious use: consecrate 2: to free from sin: purify

I love that Jesus prays for his disciples to be sanctified {Sanctify them in the truth; your word is truth. John 17:17}. 
Oswald Chambers penned: "When I pray, “Lord, show me what sanctification means for me,” He will show me. It means being made one with Jesus. Sanctification is not something Jesus puts in me— it is Himself in me." {But by His doing you are in Christ Jesus, who became to us wisdom from God, and righteousness and sanctification, and redemption, so that, just as it is written, “Let him who boasts, boast in the Lo…

Who Am I?

Happy New Year! I am not one to get overly excited about this holiday. I do, however, use it as an opportunity to reflect upon the previous year. I am thankful that we do not need to wait for a specified amount of time to have something declared new.

There are certain threads that continually weave throughout my life and therefore my blog {grace, forgiveness, community, brokenness, faith, hope, love...}. I am not the best writer, but I always write from the heart. I hope to write more this year if for no other reason than it helps me to ponder life deeply and sit with God, communing with Him.

And nothing can ever be new for us without grace. Life. Breath. Every heartbeat.

I went to see Les Miserables in the theater. I have always loved the story. This movie version really had a profound impact on me though. The story of the power of redemption is overwhelming. And grace.

{A little back story for those who are unfamiliar...}

Jean Valjean was imprisoned for stealing bread. After 19 win…