Faithful Paradox

faithful [ feyth-fuhl ] – steady in allegiance or affection; loyal — paradox. /ˈpær·əˌdɑks/ –  a statement or situation that may be true but seems impossible or difficult to understand

May we learn to be faithful to Jesus, even as we wrestle with the paradox of faith.

  • Fruit Takes Time

    We planted a peach tree at the back of our yard years ago. I bought it at the end of the growing season one year. It was a tiny stick in a pot of dirt; maybe 6 inches tall with a couple of measly shoots (even sadder than Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree). I knew its Continue reading

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  • Five Lessons In Loss

    We went out to dinner the Friday before Christmas in order to celebrate. My boys had just finished another semester of school. They endured finals and persevered through them. One of my boys made some significant strides in personal discipline and fortitude. It was Advent. Christmas was days away. Despite the sorrow that still walks Continue reading

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  • The Long Walk Home

    “And there came a man named Jairus, who was a ruler of the synagogue. And falling at Jesus’ feet, he implored him to come to his house, for he had an only daughter, about twelve years of age, and she was dying. “(Luke 8:40-42). Jairus had one last hope. If he could get to Jesus in time, maybe Continue reading

  • The Soul’s Worth

    It’s interesting to me when the Spirit decides to show me clarity. Maybe it was the man standing next to me who loudly announced that Away in a Manger was from the children’s fairy tale book he has. It stirred both sadness and awareness about his lost state alongside gratitude that the Lord has opened Continue reading

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  • When God’s Plans Leave Us Distressed

    “When the feast was ended and they were returning, the boy Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem. His parents did not know” (Luke 2:43). Jesus’ family traveled on for the entire day and did not notice he was missing from their group. Whether it was that they were traveling in a caravan or each parent assumed Continue reading

  • The Paradox of Healing

    I can’t remember if Ezra liked Thanksgiving. While it doesn’t seem very significant, it made me cry several times last week. I know he loved to be with people. He loved food (he was the one who cleaned off his younger brothers’ plates if they didn’t finish their meals), so I imagine it’s safe to Continue reading

  • Rebuilding Faith Muscles

    I recently began reading the Gospel of Luke. I often read it as we prepare to step into the Advent season. If I’m honest though, I’m also reading it because I’m in a season right now where I need to be reminded once again of who Jesus truly is. I recently had a friend tell Continue reading

  • Sacred Seconds

    My boys are low on toothpaste. The kind of low where they dug through the linen closet and found the bubblegum flavored toothpaste samples the dentist sent home with them a decade ago that were shoved behind the towels and seemingly lost forever. Now they are brushing with pink-sparkle-bubblegum toothpaste. Needless to say, a run Continue reading

  • The Mercy of Grief

    I’ve been really sad this past week. Grief seems to have resurfaced; or at least the sadness of grief has come to visit once again. Is it that we’re stepping into the holiday season and that always brings with it an ache? Even though this will be our fourth Christmas without Ezra, there is still Continue reading

  • The In-Between

    We are at that time of year where the morning light comes later. Prior to the time-change this past weekend, mornings in my corner of the world have been dark until quite late. We recently got a puppy (whom my boys have named Mike), and as things tend to go with puppies, we are often Continue reading