You were made for this. To take whatever is in your hands and make something. Also, I’m ANNOUNCING my new podcast!

I am an Easter disciple.

A beloved child of the King of the Universe.

I belong to an ancient people of new birth.

A meditation on John 14 :1-7

Thomas said to him, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?”

There is a path I can sometimes see in early morns or closing nights

When suns exit and enter,

Somehow the passing cars and the power lines get lost in the color and form, and they matter not. This is gift. God himself beckons.

The tensions and irreconcilable juxtapositions have purpose. Sometimes we receive glimpses of their gifts, but even if you never see their goodnesses this side of eternity, they do exist. Here’s my tribute to a year that could have taken me under, but I choose to see it for what it is on the flip side: blessing.

Pain. Hope. To marry the two can seem almost profane. To reconcile these realities, Isaiah 40 offers help.

Creative bursts come, and I believe they can for you too. Many activities labelled self-care double as artistic practice. Check out these five creativity restoring activities and fill up your tank again.