mug of tea

So many things in life are like a mug of tea – if you enjoy them too quickly you end up with a burnt tongue.

…but too slowly and you end up sipping bitter, lukewarm liquid.

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God Strengthens Those He Calls

photo courtesy of Justice For All

This year I’ve learned that when God asks us to do something, He provides the strength to do it.

It was hard to uproot myself and move to a new place a year ago, but the JFA team welcomed me with open arms and helped me to transition into this season of my life. God has shown Himself faithful, empowering me to do what I couldn’t do alone. For example, giving me the discernment to balance love and truth with a hurting student named Blake at the end of a tiring day of outreach at UCLA…

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six months in to “lovein2015”

on January first of this year, I shared my word for the year
what have I learned thus far?

To love at all is to be vulnerable.
~C.S. Lewis

these words of C.S. Lewis sum up and describe my experiences
when I look back on what I have tagged “lovein2015” a pattern emerges

I have become sensitive to both the freedom and necessity of love
whether walking to work or remembering lost loved ones

I have likewise become keenly aware of my own fear
how, in the name of self-protection, I keep love hidden

I have learned that love is often synonymous with vulnerability
love may be a great risk but it’s more risky not to love

I have six more months to love in 2015…the question is: will I?
or will I fear vulnerability and shy away from love?

perspective from a sailboat

Inspired by the song Sailboat, by Ben Rector

I’m on a sailboat

trapped, water surrounding me

water surrounding me with beauty

alone in the silence

enjoying the peace of solitude

insecure, unsure of where I’m drifting

drifting along, excited to see where I end up

no oars to fight the direction the wind takes me

blessed surrender, carried along by the wind

who knows what I’m headed toward?

God knows where I’m going

exposed to the elements

soaking in the mist and the breeze

I walk to work barefoot

barefoot

I walk to work barefoot

Why?                                                                  .

                                                                      Why not?

Why do you not walk to work?
Why not choose a home
near enough to where
you work and play
to walk?

Why do you wear shoes?
Why,
when we have smooth sidewalks and soft grass
do you put plastic on your feet?
Why don’t you want to feel the earth –
the dust from which you came?

I’ve learned a lot walking to work barefoot

How being eccentric can actually make you more approachable

Which leads to meeting that grandma
who’s agreed to provide daycare for her youngest grandchildren
but only until she says a harsh word to them
because she wants the best for them

And that couple from Holland
who not only raised two children of their own
but invited in five girls pregnant with fatherless little ones
to live until they got their feet back under them

I think I know why we’re afraid to walk to work barefoot

We want to protect ourselves

We wear shoes and go from house to car to office to car to house
to avoid feeling
what might be uncomfortable

We strive to maintain a sense of control
to avoid dirty feet
or losing track of time chatting with a neighbor

But what’s so bad about a little mud and conversation?