Sometime after the call to prayer but before any hints of daybreak, I feel her hiccup for the first time. The sliver of moon still glows and so does the green neon sign from the bakery across the street. If the windows were open, the smell of fresh-baked Turkish bread would be floating through.
Hope waits but does not sit. It strains with eager anticipation to see what may be coming on the horizon. Hope does not pacify; it does not make us docile and mediocre. Instead, it draws us to greater risk and perseverance. - Dan B. Allender And just like that the breeze in Turkey felt just… Continue reading 4 Thoughts from the In-Between
My waiting season oftentimes feels like the wilderness. Vines wrap their tight fingers around my heart. Pine needles poke relentlessly at my sides. The sticky cobwebs of my mind muddle my thoughts. I am tired, out-of-breath, and ready to give up. For me, this season has lasted 19 months. Twists and turns. Nerves unraveling. No… Continue reading The Gift of the Wilderness | Finding Rest
We can make plans and lists and to-dos all we want. We can research and highlight and post-it note to our heart's content. Yet, at the end of the day, God's plan prevails. The Lord is the one who establishes our steps.
“So, how’s hope for you these days?” I turned my attention toward the voice, unsure of how to answer. Hope? As I readjusted my seatbelt and looked out the passenger side window, my gaze fell upon the jagged rocks, the palette of brown and spots of green that so distinctively decorate Cappadocia. Hope. My mind… Continue reading Holding Joy and Sorrow in Both Hands