One of my favorite things to do, hands down, is sit on a porch and watch the clouds roll in. Call it a perk of having a quiet soul. To sit before a view and observe the leaves move, the colors change in the sun’s light, the ins and outs of how the earth breathes daily; this is a luxury. Having a soul that must be fed by such precious moments is both a blessing and a curse. As a missionary, I find myself before more gorgeous views across the world than most, but the time it takes to really study a spot is rarely available. And yet my heart aches to be breathed upon by beauty. Maybe the way to impact a campus or a city is to settle in enough to just be and let the Holy Spirit water me wherever He plants me. Fruit comes from trees…Continue Reading
Play the Rain
Stella, with her four-year-old doe legs, pranced around the room humming some unintelligible song, then nestled herself into my lap with one swift leap.  We were sitting at Pop-Pop’s baby grand, the one that filled the corner of his den, the one that often tinkered along on winter nights to the slow rise of flame in the fireplace. I never had lessons, but those keys had melodies that I spent hours in the pursuit of discovering. Stella sat upright and turned her round-cheeked face toward mine and said, “Play the rain. But don’t play the rain outside right now, play the rain that will fall tonight, when we are tucked in, almost asleep.” Quite the order it was, but like many of Stella’s instinctive requests, my heart felt awakened with the invitation. Stella hopped down, pulled a throw from the sofa, and dragged it across the floor to drape over…Continue Reading