Meditative Musings

Grief makes rebels of us all sometimes. Like we’re fighting to keep control in one part of life while it’s being stripped away in another.” One late night, a bowl of Cap’n Crunch became my unlikely companion in grief — and somewhere between the ache and the awe, I found the whisper of faith again.

In this Meditative Musing, I share the story of my friendship with Judy—born through texts, deepened through suffering, and sealed in worship. Living with ALS, Judy taught me how to love well, to hold grief with grace, and to breathe praise even in pain. Her legacy now joins the great multitude before the throne, reminding us that our ache and awe are always held in God’s eternal promises.

Even in the little, seemingly trivial, concessions to a life post BlinkBeat... I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases."

Filled with this newfound wonder, we view the world around us (including our doleful life) through a different lens — often a lens of dōlightful joy.

Oh, Lord!  Where are You?  Why do You hide Yourself?    Are You still good even when life isn’t good?  Why do You restrain Your power?   ...

It’s been exactly three months since I published a Meditative Musing. The task feels completely daunting as I try to put words to all the...

Some suffering cannot be lighted by human hands.   Some suffering must be held sacred for the Lord’s presence alone. 

And therein, my friends, lies the crux of deep faith and unrelenting prayer.

The host skillfully poured from the carafe into the smaller chalice – careful to fill it completely but not overflow.

The Day Begins: I’m not a morning person. Mornings have never really been my thing.  My old property management team could tell you all...

It’s now 4:50 a.m. At 3:32, I picked up my phone and, with great reluctance, called my dad. He answered immediately, “I’m on my way.”...

My life may be a balled-up, matted, tangled mess of tiny bulbs and green wire. But when I plug myself into Jesus, my lights still come on.

Faith is not an emotion. Faith is a premeditated decision to rest in Christ’s truth even when life crumbles.

In Christ, I am. Unfathomable complexities. Beautiful realities. Tenuous trust.

By society’s standards, you are what you do.  And when your ability to “do” is stripped away, who you "are" also feels erased.

There is a slight nuance between rejoicing in suffering and rejoicing in the product of suffering. 

Even with the Spring inside me, the BlinkBeats of life feel as if they are evaporating all my water. But my God is faithful!

I was desperate for the safety of my Father’s arms, the constant reality of His steadying heartbeat, & the sigh of rest when I could breathe

But there’s also the thinnest thread still holding on for Sunday, holding on for the new—the thinnest thread holding onto Hope.

For whatever the day holds, I have found Jesus Christ to be faithful.