It seems I'm constantly asking what my purpose is. We want to know who we are, and what we were created to do. This gives us motivation to wake up in the morning--something to conquer. But something wonderful happens when you begin to question your purpose in life: You're forced to run to the One who created you, to ask why. I know the path to His love and grace better than I know anything else. I can point people to that. I know, because I've experienced it for myself. I can bring people there, right to the feet of the Father who loves them more than they could ever know...Read More
Disclaimer: this isn’t a political post, entirely. I woke up with a heavy heart this mo(u)rning. Not because of who was voted into office late last evening (I have to admit I was a little shocked — but I feel shock was inevitable with this election). No, this heaviness was coming from a deep realization of the brokenness of who we have become — as a human race...
Here I am, from snow to sand, watching the the colors of the evening sun sink into the depths of the Arabian Sea. I’ve claimed a spot here on the rocks, by the edge of the water, that is my very own. This is where I come to get lost in the evening sky as I listen to the crashing of the waves against the edge of the earth and send the sun to wake my friends and family on the other side of the globe...Read More
It’s hard to believe it’s the middle of November here. With consistent 80-90 degree weather, it feels like summer is never-ending. I’m reminded that cooler temperatures do exist as I scroll through social media and envy those who are happily wearing thick sweaters and scarves–teasing those on the other side of the world with that delightful red cup (likely filled with some flavour of magical pumpkin spice)...Read More