Welcome to My Journal!

UPDATE: I’ve moved my regular writing to Substack! This is now my archives.

Here on my blog, I love to write personal stories, truths I’m learning from studying Scripture, lessons I’ve learned from those wiser than me, and what God is teaching me through writing.

I’d for you sit back in your favourite chair while the little ones sleep or while you’re on break from work and read a bit of what I’m thinking on these days. Feel free to reach out with any questions or thoughts of your own!

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A Well-Stocked Pantry

Do you have a well-stocked spiritual pantry? If not, how do we stock our hearts to prepare for the upcoming storms? Here’s the advice of a woman much wiser than me and the story through which she taught me.

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Discernment that Comes Alongside

Discernment is often a battlefield—we throw grenades of insults, snide remarks, and sarcastic comments. When dealing with true false teachers, we should separate ourselves. But what about a fellow believer who perhaps misspoke or is still learning how to teach and share about their faith?

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Stop Filling Every Quiet Moment with Scrolling

Our phones keep away boredom and the awkwardness of silence by filling our every moment with content. But what if that’s a bad thing? What if we’re meant to be bored and have quiet once in a while? What if that’s the way God created us? Not having this kind of reprieve from the noise can actually lead to burn-out.

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The Weight of a Memory

How much does a memory weigh? / When it falls over me like a heavy blanket / In the darkness of my dreams, / It’s like a hand crushing me with its weight. / How strong is a memory? / When it grips me like a fist / In bright daylight, unashamed of its evil, / It’s a captor’s hand leading me to places of terror.

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Why We Don’t Need a Branded Church

Branding is what helps us recognize our favorite brands—it helps us buy the smooth and creamy almond milk instead of the stuff that tastes like water and chalk. It sounds harmless, right? Perhaps even helpful. As a believer, you may even strive to choose your church based on its branding—or lack of branding for that matter. But what if branding shouldn’t be a part of the church at all?

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Two Rivers

A child, I stood parched for water, / I searched for a brook of life to nourish, / To carry me down the stream to wholeness, / And cleanse me from all that left its mark. / Yet you were a polluted water, / Your fatherly care poisoned me from within / Through toxins entering inside my skin, / And gathering on my hands to rot all life away.

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The Marriage Garden

Dressed in white and lace, / In polished shoes and straightened ties, / We bent low to pour our sand to a vase, / To plant seeds of love and faith. / Young and unaware of the death to follow, / The shattering of seed hulls yet to come, / We didn’t know the years of sorrow / That comes from planting seeds of love together.

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When You Suffer

Good thoughts and prayers sound so meek, / And tears shed still don’t fall as healing waters, / My reach, my unsovereign hands feel so weak, / As suffering billows over loved ones like fire. / If only my words could mend broken hearts, / If only they could blow away the dark clouds, / If only they could outshine the smoke and dark / That covers those I love tonight.

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Weeds Among Withering Grass

In this dry summer heat / Like fallen autumn leaves / The grass crunches under our feet. / Though the flowerbeds wither, / And the water trickles into our wells, / The weeds push through acre upon acre. / Their green stems stand tall and strong, / Stretching toward the burning sun, / They thrive though the summer heat is long. / They cry, “Cursed! Cursed is this ground, / Because man could not deny the serpent’s taunt.”

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