Erin Lately

It’s a funny feeling really.  For so many years you are trained (conditioned) for moments such as these.  Moments that take our breath away (but not in a good way).  You are supposed to pray…and pray…and pray.  But for what?  About what?  For whom?   It is in times of deep hurt and pain that the mystery of God is most clouded; most obscured.  “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.” – C.S. Lewis People often use the phrase “God works in mysterious ways” as a comfort(!).  Wait – what the f*ck?!  Is that supposed to make me feel better or do you desire punch to the face?   God’s Mystery sure has a real way of deepening the sadness, the pain, and the excruciating anxiety.  If God – and his love and his work – is such a mystery, why are we so confident (& quick) in making it a pillar on which to place our faith? “I have learned to kiss the wave that throws me against the Rock of Ages.” – Charles ...

"Look, Ma!  I'm gonna be an attorney!" Yes; I'm studying to become a lawyer.  No; I'm not going to law school. *               *               * “Thankful” :: This mug (↑) started out as a $3.99 Thanksgiving-time impulse purchase from Homegoods, but it has become a lot more than that.   I use it every day at work and it has taken on a role as a sort of token of the daily grind and the blessings that come hand-in-hand with journeys unknown. At the risk of sounding heretical or sacrilegious, this mug has helped me redirect my daily thoughts and attitudes toward Christ (though, I often fail at these pursuits).    Every day it’s in my face: Why am I perpetually "stressed"(good or bad)?   How have I let my anxiety, pessimism, (fill-in-the-blank) into my headspace?   How have I not acknowledged His handiwork in the mundane?   Why is this great blessing b...