Waves of Grace

I resist change, and yet I crave it
I crave consistency, in an inconsistent kind of way

I am learning, or at least I want to learn
About rhythms of grace and depths of peace
Not found in balance or boxes
No, In Him I live and move and have my being


Change is inevitable
And consistency only takes us so far
Even when we have it
But He is constant

His presence my refuge
His will, His palm
The safest place I’ll ever be


Waves of grace wash over me
Steady is Your promise
That guides me in the seas

Ever Striving

Bitterness… have you ever tasted bitterness? I have and I can tell you this… It is the foulest thing. It’s so foul that it taints the prettiest views, moments, and people. It is poison just like they say.

Loss… have you ever felt it? I have and I can tell you this… It is the saddest thing. It’s so sad that it refuses the most joyful pleasures and drains full cups when there’s no reason to. It stings just like they say.

These things we feel

And the ways we feel them,

I guess it’s all part of what

Makes us human.

Beauty… have you ever seen it? I have and I can tell you this… It is the most healing thing. It’s so healing that it can flood places in your soul that say “DO NOT ENTER” and bring life to the deadest of senses. It is something to behold just like they say.

Hope… have you ever held it? I have and I can tell you this… It is the most freeing thing. It’s so freeing that it can make you feel like you’re on top of a mountain when you’re standing in a valley. It can make you sing when there’s no reason to and, yes, it changes everything just like they say.

These things we feel

And the ways we feel them,

I guess it’s all part of what

Makes us human.

These things we feel

And the ways we feel them,

Created in His image

Ever striving to be like Him.

Why I Write

Most of the time we write with purpose, we write with the end in mind. We know what we want to say and writing is figuring out how to say that thing that we want to say.

…but sometimes it’s good to start not knowing where you’ll end.

Life builds wells in our hearts and there comes a time for the water to be pulled out and brought to the surface. A blank page is an empty bucket on its way down… and if you wait long enough to find out what’s in you, words will begin to fill what’s empty and someday there might even be enough there to refresh someone else who’s thirsty.

Why do we write? We write to get whatever it is that’s inside of us out.

And so I write to remember

Not the days or the years

I write for the moments

To keep them from blending in with the rest.

The truth is that if you don’t tell your story, who will? And sometimes you won’t know your story until you sit down to tell it.

And so I write because sometimes I’m not sure what to say

and the best way to talk is to work it out on a page –

I write because it takes me somewhere. I write because it feels good to put my thoughts on paper. I write because it makes the hard things easier. I write because it makes the sad things sweeter.