March 15, 2013


The pale golden sunrise falls gently on my face and hands as I type this.


I have been anxious to get home, in need of comfort and respite. That excited anticipation that arises before I go home is slowly building with each tick of the clock. I long for weather that reminisces of home: spring. I long for the people who love me best, and whom I love best.

and very soon

Buried inside this homesickness I find a deeper longing. I used to think I would never love God enough to long for this. Yet I have found myself captivated by the Creator--my soul pushing at the seams of this old, frustrating flesh.

my King is coming

I imagine that there will be light akin to this sunrise when He comes. Yet it will be more. More in a way we cannot imagine. Everything will be familiar, yet more than familiar, especially Him. What of Him we have experienced is simply an echo from the future of what He will reveal to us. It will be going home to a place we have only heard of. It will be truly, fully going home.

soon and very soon

Soon--Hillsong United (Brooke Fraser)

March 2, 2013


Crestfallen: adjective--sad and disappointed
Origin: late 16th century: originally with reference to a mammal or bird having a fallen or drooping crest

Some days are just full of the extremities--joyful crests and confusing fallens. Perhaps that is why Crestfallen is my favorite word.

I was disappointed to learn that the origin had nothing to do with waves. I had always associated the crest of waves crashing onto the shore, or simply falling back into the ocean.

Yet it brings a fuller image to the idea of Crestfallen. There is strength and weakness implied by the lifting of a crest. I see a wintry cardinal, sitting, lonely and cold, on branch, his little crest no longer held up. Is this not how we come to Him? Broken, fallen, too weak to even hold up our heads, and He lifts them with gentleness and love. 



So on my days full of fallen, I must trust Him to lift my head, just enough so I can see His love--and give it away.