Dear Diary
This originally was not written for a blog post. It’s from my own personal journal. I felt to share with you my journal entry, a little piece of my heart and struggles written on May 17th. This is raw with nothing edited, just as I wrote it over a month ago. I think I have never had such deep revelation of my life really not being my own until having Maddox. I miss free time! They say life gets easier but I don’t see it. Time is fleeting and sometimes I feel in a panic. Am I doing anything? What do I want to do with my life? Do I want more kids? Do I want to be a full time mom? Do I want to live overseas forever? Do I want to work? Life…What does it hold? It seems when I finally ‘arrive’ to something I’ve dreamt of for years…Continue Reading
sails
When did we separate those treasured words from each other? I wonder, when grace and holiness took of on facing journeys? Sundry opinions of both are drifting around in the Christian ocean. The standpoints give us resemblance of pirate boats blitzing in the Caribbean. These two blessed words are usually divorced, disconnected and indeed different in the minds and hearts of us, Messianic Sailors. Alas, how we fervently hate that! Therefore enroll in this simple attempt of redemption, as we reunite these two estranged yet mighty brothers. “For the grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men, teaching us that, denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly in the present age, looking for the blessed hope and glorious appearing of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ” Titus 2:11-13 The cooperation between grace and holiness is clearly shown above. As I introduce…Continue Reading
birdie-a-story-of-freedom
The Lord gave me this story last summer in Kona, Hawaii, when I was jogging along the beach. It really is the story of my life and I am sure many others. I am a bird in a cage. My wing is broken and my feathers are ruffled. A sheet covers over my cage so I can’t see out. I am so afraid. What am I doing in here? What is my purpose? All I can see is myself, and I don’t like what I see. I cry out for help. Is anyone even there? What am I doing in here? What is my purpose? All I can see is myself, and I don’t like what I see. Someone comes to me and takes the sheet off my cage. I can see out for the first time. Wow, the colors are so beautiful. They feed me and I begin to…Continue Reading
Uganda Landscape
Lift up your eyes to the heavens, look at the earth beneath; the heavens will vanish like smoke, the earth will wear out like a garment and its inhabitants die like flies. But my salvation will last forever, my righteousness will never fail. Isaiah 51:6 In this walk of life, perspective is the manna that sustains us through the desert. Our journey with Jesus never was promised to be perfect. If anything, He promised persecution, hatred from the world, and even foretold of Satan’s desire to “sift [us] like wheat” (Luke 22:31). So it is no surprise to God that when trials come, we may make mistakes, trip, fall, accidentally hurt people, or even hurt ourselves. But, the gift and beauty of God’s perspective helps us to press our faces against the window of faith, so that we may see through heavens eyes to keep going; to be steadfast, faithful,…
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