I didn't even know how weary my soul was until I found the rest it was longing for.
Sometimes life is weird. Like how being a lifeguard in high school helped me realize my potential as an elementary recess monitor.
Throughout my life, I've always connected with Jesus in joy. This year is different. This year, I connect with him in grief.
What I've discovered about life without a job is that I have no measurement of success. I never realized before how important that is to forward progress.
When I stopped working last year, I had a vague idea of what being a stay-at-home mom would be like. But no one had prepared me for the reality of the biggest adjustment.
Christmas is always a conflicted season for me. It a time I think a lot about death, actually. Every year when we pull out the Christmas stuff, out come all the memories.
Seriously I don't think any of us saw 2020 coming. But when I think back on this past year, I realize I get to choose where the story goes.
Love. A profound mystery. Because something that is the very definition of God cannot be summed up in words. So it's our job to define Love for the world.
Joy in 2020 seems like an oxymoron, right? But thankfully joy doesn't mean the absence of suck. Because this year has had a lot of suck.