When Joy Sneaks Up on You (Even After a Week That Nearly Undid You)

This weekend was one of those stretches of days where life felt full in every direction.
We had Lessons & Carols, one of my favorite Sundays of the year—voices layered like light, Scripture falling fresh, that sense that God is humming just underneath every note.

And then, very quickly, we went right back to being… well, a family in December.
One daughter off to a playdate—running wild with friends, making memories I’ll one day ache for.
Another daughter fighting off something, and me trying to keep her healthy without losing my mind or my patience.

It was one of those weekends where I felt like I was juggling twelve breakable things at once.
Parenting. Ministry. Grocery shopping.
A house that refused to clean itself.
A small bit of news delivered at just the wrong moment.
And that feeling—please tell me I’m not alone—of wanting to walk outside and quietly scream into the sky for a minute.

Nothing dramatic.
Just… full.
My heart, my calendar, my anxiety, my body.
All of it full.

And then, as it seems God delights in doing, grace snuck in through an unexpected side door.

Monday morning was early, quiet, and honestly—ten minutes away from me being “done.”
My daughter had spent the whole morning ignoring literally every instruction I offered.
(Every. Single. One.)
We were on the brink of tears—hers, mine, everyone’s.

But then she did something funny.
Not profound.
Not holy.
Just funny.

The kind of tiny moment that catches you off guard, shifts the whole emotional weather of a room, and reminds you that joy doesn’t ask for permission before arriving.

Then at the grocery store, she “helped” by putting way too many apples in the cart and insisting that broccoli needed a friend.
I watched her seriousness, her determination, her quirky kindness, and something in me softened.
The scream dissolved.
The rush slowed.
The world got quieter.

It felt like God whispering,
“Here. This moment. This one right here.
Hold onto this.”

Because joy—real Advent joy—is rarely the loud, glittery thing we expect.
It’s delicate.
Small.
A flicker in the middle of a too-busy morning.

It’s the sound of children’s voices singing carols that are older than we are.
It’s watching your daughter run full-speed into friendship.
It’s caring for another child who just needs your steadiness.
It’s surviving the chaos without completely unraveling.
It’s a child giggling in the grocery store aisle.
It’s a moment of laughter after a moment of frustration.

It’s God slipping through the cracks of your very real, very imperfect life and saying:
“I’m still here. You’re still held. This is still holy.”

I don’t know what you’re juggling this week.
I don’t know what’s stretching your capacity or what’s stealing your quiet.
But I hope—even in the middle of the mess—you catch a tiny glimpse of joy that sneaks up on you and shifts everything, even just a little.

A breath.
A giggle.
A moment of grace you didn’t have to earn.

May we learn to recognize those moments when they come—
and trust that God is very much in them.

When Your Heart Feels Too Full for December

There is something about early December that feels like standing in a doorway.
Not quite inside the season, not quite outside of it either.
Just… holding it all.

The longing.
The fatigue.
The hope.
The messiness of real life.
The quiet wish that this year might feel different—lighter, clearer, more settled somehow.

Every Advent I tell myself, “This time, I’ll create space. I’ll prepare my heart. I’ll slow down enough to feel something holy.”
And then life happens.
The calendar fills.
The kids need things.
The inbox explodes.
My spirit starts to shrink under the weight of it all.

Maybe you know this feeling too—when your heart feels both too full and somehow not full enough.

And yet…
Advent keeps whispering the same truth:

You don’t have to be ready.
You just have to make room.

Not perfect room.
Not uninterrupted room.
Not curated, Instagram-ready, candlelit room.

Just enough room for God to slip in through the cracks.

This morning, I kept thinking about the phrase:
“Life doesn’t wait for ideal conditions.”
Neither does God.

Hope shows up in the places we didn’t prepare.
Joy appears in moments we didn’t schedule.
Grace finds its way through the parts of us we were convinced were too messy to be holy.

Advent is not a performance.
It’s a posture.

A leaning-toward.
A softening.
A willingness to breathe again.

So if today feels crowded—
if your emotions are loud, or your energy is thin, or your spirit feels like a room you haven’t cleaned in weeks—
hear this:

God is not waiting for you to organize your interior life before He arrives.
God is already here.
Already near.
Already making room inside you for hope to grow.

Maybe all we need is one deep breath.
One unclenched moment.
One small yes to the possibility that Christ is still coming—
to us,
for us,
with us.

Even now.
Especially now.

✨ May you find a little room in your day for grace to settle in.
May you be surprised by the joy that rises quietly.
May Advent hold you gently today.

Amen.

When Hope Moves Slowly

Some seasons, hope arrives like a sunrise—bright, clear, unmistakable.
But most of the time?
Hope moves slowly.

It drifts in through the cracks of an ordinary day.
It shows up in the middle of dishes, or while you’re waiting for the water to boil,
or when someone texted just to say, “Thinking of you.”

We grow up imagining hope as something big and dramatic—
a moment that changes everything.
But I’m learning that hope is usually quieter than that.

Hope is the deep breath you finally take.
Hope is the moment you stop rushing long enough to feel your own heartbeat.
Hope is realizing that even on the days you feel disconnected, God hasn’t gone anywhere.

Advent has a way of slowing us down,
reminding us that God doesn’t arrive with urgency or noise.
God comes close in small, steady ways—
through gentle conversations, soft light, the honesty in our own prayers.

Here’s the truth that keeps coming back to me this week:
you don’t have to feel hopeful to be held by hope.

God’s presence isn’t measured by our emotions.
Grace doesn’t depend on our productivity.
Light shows up even when we’re too tired to look for it.

So if you’re moving slowly these days—
if your heart feels full one moment and fragile the next—
you’re not failing Advent.
You’re living it.

May you find one tiny, quiet reminder today
that hope is already making its way toward you,
one small step at a time.

When Hope Comes Quietly

Advent has always felt like a whispered invitation.

Not the kind that interrupts your day with trumpets and neon lights, but the softer kind—like someone gently placing a hand on your shoulder and saying, “Hey… slow down a second.”

I used to think Advent was about preparing myself.
Lighting candles the right way.
Reading the devotionals.
Trying to tidy the spiritual clutter inside my soul, as if Jesus needed a spotless guest room upon arrival.

But the older I get, the more convinced I am that Advent is less about preparing ourselves and more about noticing the God who is already here.

Because hope doesn’t always come in dramatic ways.

Sometimes hope comes as a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
A small moment of clarity while washing dishes.
A text from a friend at the exact right time.
A softness in your chest when you thought you had nothing left to give.
A reminder that even in your messiest weeks, your soul is not untended.

Advent is the season where we practice paying attention.

Noticing the light that sneaks in at the corners of our day.
Noticing the places where love keeps nudging us awake.
Noticing the quiet ways God is stitching our lives back together when we’re too tired to do it ourselves.

Hope rarely announces itself.
It doesn’t knock loudly or demand to be seen.
More often, it settles in like early morning light—slow, gentle, almost invisible at first.

And maybe that’s the point.

Maybe Advent is teaching us that God doesn’t wait for us to be ready, or rested, or perfect.
God just arrives—
in unfinished places,
in messy rooms,
in distracted hearts,
in exhausted bodies,
in the middle of December when we weren’t expecting anything holy at all.

So this year, I’m trying something simple:
I’m letting Advent meet me where I actually am, not where I wish I were.

If hope comes quietly,
then I want to learn how to listen for quiet things.
If God arrives in the ordinary,
then I want to be fully present in the ordinary.
If light is breaking in,
then I don’t want to miss it while waiting for something bigger.

Maybe that’s my Advent prayer this year:
God, help me notice the small ways You are already drawing near.
Help me believe that hope is still unfolding, even in me.

Blessed Advent, friends.
May hope find you today—
even quietly.

The Space Between Gratitude and Hope

There’s a strange, beautiful in-between space that lives right after Thanksgiving and just before Advent begins.
The leftovers are still in the fridge, the tablecloth hasn’t quite made it back into the closet, and our hearts are somewhere between “thank you” and “come, Lord Jesus.”

It’s not quite one season or the next.
It’s the pause — the deep breath — between gratitude and hope.

Every year, this week sneaks up on me. I always think I’ll be more prepared, more rested, more organized. But instead, I find myself standing in that quiet doorway between what has been and what’s coming next, trying to make sense of both.

And maybe that’s exactly where Advent begins — not in perfection, but in pause.

We live most of our lives in the in-between. Between busy and still, between faith and doubt, between gratitude for what is and longing for what will be. The world around us rushes straight into the holidays — shopping, decorating, doing — but Advent invites something different.

It whispers: Wait. Watch. Wonder.

It’s not passive waiting. It’s active hope — the kind that looks for light before it’s fully dawn. It’s gratitude stretched forward, believing that the same God who’s been faithful in the past will keep showing up in the days ahead.

So maybe this week, before we light the first Advent candle or hang the first garland, we can sit with the tension a bit.
We can let gratitude soften into hope.
We can let our thanks become a prayer:

“God, thank You for what has been.
Help me trust You for what’s coming.”

You don’t have to rush into joy. You don’t have to have your life tidied up for the new year or your heart fully settled for Christmas.
You just have to show up to the moment you’re in — right here, between turkey leftovers and Advent wreaths — and trust that God is in this space, too.

Because that’s the real miracle of this season:
God doesn’t wait for the lights to be hung or the lists to be finished.
God comes right into the middle of our ordinary, messy, half-prepared lives.

And maybe that’s enough reason to be both thankful and hopeful at the same time.

Reflection:
Where are you living “in-between” right now — between gratitude and hope, endings and beginnings?
How might you invite God into that space?

Quiet Work and Holy To-Do Lists

The office is quiet today — the kind of quiet that almost hums.
The hum of the heater, the soft click of the keyboard, the steady rhythm of thoughts trying to line up and make sense.

I came in early to catch up, to get ahead, to feel prepared for the next stretch of busy days. But there’s something about sitting in an empty office that does something deeper — it slows me down in a way that feels holy.

The truth is, I’ve been busy this week. The kind of busy that isn’t bad — it’s full of good things, meaningful things — but still heavy in its own way. Planning ahead, writing lessons, preparing for events, answering emails that lead to more emails. The kind of busy that makes you forget why you started doing this work in the first place.

But here, in the quiet, it all starts to come back into focus.

The lists and calendars matter, but they’re not the point. The point is the people. The sacred rhythm of showing up — for the church, for the kids, for the story of God that keeps unfolding even when we’re behind schedule.

So I’m trying to work slowly today. To plan without rushing. To remember that preparation can be its own kind of prayer.

Maybe you need that reminder too.
That getting ahead doesn’t have to mean hurrying.
That quiet work still counts.
That even in the lists, the meetings, the tired parts of our week — God meets us there.

Sometimes the most faithful thing we can do is sit down, take a breath, and trust that what we do next — however small — is enough for today.

Reflection:
What quiet space — even a small one — could you claim today to breathe, plan, or remember what matters most?

When You Don’t Feel Like You’re Enough

Luke 18:9–14: Jesus contrasts a Pharisee's and a tax collector's prayers, highlighting their attitudes.

Sometimes prayer comes easily. Gratitude fills you, and your faith feels strong.
And sometimes, it’s the opposite. You sit in the quiet and wonder what to even say. You start thinking of all the ways you’ve fallen short, all the prayers you didn’t pray, all the people you meant to help but didn’t.

That's where today's story begins: showing how honesty in prayer matters more to God than perfect words. I vividly recall a moment from my own life when I sat quietly, feeling overwhelmed. I didn't have anything eloquent to offer. All I could whisper was, 'Help me, God.' It was a raw, honest request, and in that simplicity, I found comfort.

Jesus tells of two people praying:
One stands tall and lists all the good things he’s done. The other kneels low and can barely speak, only saying, “God, be merciful to me.”

The first man’s prayer sounds impressive. The second man’s prayer is just honest.
And Jesus says it is the second man who goes home right with God.

Because sometimes faith isn’t about getting everything right.
It’s not about having the perfect prayer, the longest quiet time, or the most consistent trust.

It’s about honesty.
It’s about showing up.
It’s about the quiet courage it takes to say, “God, I’m here. I need you.”

That honest prayer is enough.
You, as you are, are enough for God. Remember, God's love is unconditional and unwavering. No matter how unworthy you might feel, God's acceptance and compassion are constant and all-encompassing.
Even when you do not have all the words, or when the only words you can find are, “Help me.”

God hears that prayer.

A Breath Prayer for Today:
(Inhale) God, be near.
(Exhale) I need your mercy.

Reflection prompt:
When was your last honest, unpolished prayer? Pause, breathe, and let your heart speak freely to God now. To practice this today, set aside just a few moments to find a quiet place. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and speak what is truly on your heart. It doesn't have to be long or elaborate; simply be sincere, and let your words flow naturally.

When You’re Starting Over (Again)

Sometimes it feels like you’re always beginning again.

You make progress. You find rhythm. You feel settled. Then, something shifts. A routine ends. A friendship changes. A plan falls through. The ground moves beneath your feet. Suddenly, you’re back at square one, trying to figure out what’s next.

It’s frustrating, isn’t it? You thought you were past this part. You thought you were further along.

I feel that way every time I return to the gym after missing a week. Sometimes, it’s been two or three weeks. The first run feels heavier than I expect. The cycling class I once kept up with now leaves me out of breath halfway through. My legs ache. My lungs burn. I wonder if it should be easier by now.

But when I’m gasping and pushing through, I realize this: the very act of starting again is how growth happens. Each return is not evidence of failure, but proof that I am still moving forward.

This is true beyond the gym. Consider the story of the Israelites, who, after 40 years of wandering in the wilderness, had to start fresh as they entered the Promised Land. Maybe faith is found in the willingness to start fresh, again and again, even when it’s hard.

Scripture is full of restarts.
Noah steps off the ark onto new ground.
The Israelites wander the wilderness again.
Peter denies Jesus, then becomes the rock on which the Church is built.
And every morning, Lamentations 3:22-23 tells us, God's mercies are new again.

So perhaps God is not disappointed in our many restarts.
Maybe He delights in the fact that we keep starting.

We often think grace means we won’t have to circle back.
But maybe grace means we can.

Every time you start again, whether it’s after disappointment, a quiet season, or a mistake, you’re not erasing your story. You’re adding to it. Each restart brings wisdom, humility, and a gentleness you didn’t have before.

Sometimes “starting over” isn’t failure. It’s resurrection.
It’s the Spirit whispering, You’re not done yet.

If you’re in that space right now, in the middle of change and feeling the ache of starting over, be gentle with yourself.
You don’t have to rush to prove you’re okay.
You don’t have to have a five-year plan.
You just have to take the next faithful step. This might mean setting aside a few minutes each morning for prayer or meditation, allowing yourself a moment to reflect and seek guidance. Alternatively, it could involve reaching out to a friend or mentor for support or jotting down your thoughts and goals in a journal to bring clarity and focus to your journey.

Because God doesn’t meet us at the finish line.
He meets us every time you dare to begin again, inviting you forward with each new start. Consider sharing your journey with others, as there is strength in community. Opening up about your restarts can foster connection and support. Your faith community, friends, or family can provide encouragement and inspire you to keep moving forward.

Thank You, Anyway

There are days when gratitude feels natural.

The sun hits just right. The coffee’s warm. The kids laugh at breakfast.

You can see God’s goodness everywhere you look.

And then there are days when “thank you” feels like a foreign language.

The world feels overwhelming, your to-do list never ends, and your heart is too tired to reach for hope. On days like these, gratitude can seem like pretending, as if you are trying to believe something you do not really feel. In these moments, try a simple gratitude practice: take a deep breath, and silently say or write down a one-sentence prayer of thanks for something small, like the warmth of your sweater or a recent smile from a stranger. This small act can open space for genuine gratitude to grow, even in difficult times. As the psalmist says, 'I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth' (Psalm 34:1), reminding us to find gratitude even when it seems elusive. Similarly, Philippians 4:6-7 encourages us: 'Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.' Let this be a guiding scripture to embrace gratitude amidst life’s challenges.

But maybe that’s not what gratitude is at all.

Maybe it is not about pretending; it is about pausing.

It’s about saying:

“I don’t understand this yet… but thank You for being here in it.”

“I’m still waiting… but thank You for not leaving.”

“This hurts… but thank You that it won’t last forever.”

Maybe gratitude is the quiet courage to keep seeing any light at all when life feels dim.

I’ve learned that gratitude doesn’t need grandeur. It grows in the cracks, in ordinary dinners, in tired smiles, and in the small mercies that keep us going. I remember once facing a challenging week, with deadlines piling up and the pressure of commitments overwhelming me. One evening, as I sat at the kitchen table, exhausted and disheartened, my daughter came up to me with a drawing she had made. It was a simple picture full of bright colors, and she proudly colored within the lines. She said, "I made this for you to feel better." In that moment, the weight of the day lifted a little, and I found a sparkling moment of gratitude amidst the chaos. Just like when Jesus gave thanks for the five loaves and two fish, gratitude can come from appreciating what seems insufficient but becomes abundant in the right hands.

When we whisper thank You in those moments, we’re not forcing joy.

We’re practicing trust.

Because even in the mundane and the messy, even when our faith is frayed and our hope is worn thin, God is still at work.

And our small, stumbling thank-yous are part of that healing.

So today, don't wait for perfect peace to say thank You. Instead, try establishing a simple daily gratitude practice to weave thanks into your routine. Consider taking a moment each evening before bed to jot down three things you are grateful for in a journal, or perhaps say a quick prayer of thanks for the day's small blessings. This habit can nurture a mindset of thankfulness amidst life's daily hustle and bustle. Say it right in the middle of the noise. Say it with cracked hands and sleepy eyes. Say it because gratitude is not about how we feel.

It’s about remembering Who holds us when we can’t hold everything else. God is near, even when we feel weak. His presence offers a gentle assurance and reminds us that we’re never alone in our struggles.

“Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.”

— 1 Thessalonians 5:18

The Space Between Asking and Answered

There’s a space between asking and answered that no one really prepares you for.

You pray, you hope, you take a deep breath — and then… nothing.
No flash of light, no perfect clarity. Just waiting.

Sometimes it’s weeks. Sometimes it’s years.
Sometimes it’s long enough that you start to wonder if maybe you misheard God entirely.

But here’s what I’m learning:
The silence isn’t always a sign of absence.
Sometimes it’s the sound of something sacred becoming.

We live in a world that wants instant results and visible progress. But God’s timing isn’t a transaction; it’s transformation. Waiting stretches our faith — not because God needs time to act, but because we need space to grow.

Maybe this middle space — the one between asking and answered — is actually holy ground.
It’s where we learn to trust without proof.
To hope without guarantees.
To keep showing up when there’s no visible reason to.

And maybe that’s the real miracle — not the thing we were waiting for, but who we become while we’re waiting.

“Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him.” — Psalm 37:7

So if you’re standing in the in-between right now — between diagnosis and healing, between prayer and peace, between confusion and clarity — take heart.
You’re not forgotten. You’re being formed.

And someday, when the answer comes (in the way it always does — different and deeper than expected), you’ll look back and realize:
God was there the whole time, building something in the waiting.

Right Where You Are

There’s this quiet lie that sneaks into our lives sometimes — the idea that we have to be further along to belong.
More healed. More certain. More spiritual.
As if God only meets us once we’ve got it all figured out.

But faith — real, living, breathing faith — has never worked that way.
God doesn’t wait for you to arrive somewhere else before showing up.
Grace meets you right here.

Maybe that’s the most underrated truth of the gospel: that belonging comes before becoming.
Before belief feels solid. Before the questions settle. Before you’ve cleaned up the mess or solved the mystery.

When Jesus invited people to follow Him, He didn’t say, “Come back when you’re ready.”
He said, “Come and see.”
Come as you are.
Come messy. Come unsure. Come anyway.

I think about how much energy we spend trying to measure up — to someone else’s version of faith, or success, or peace. We treat spiritual growth like a ladder, always trying to reach the next rung, forgetting that God is already holding us steady on the one we’re on.

Maybe the work of faith isn’t about climbing at all. Maybe it’s about noticing.
Noticing the beauty of what’s right here — the light through the window, the kindness of a stranger, the quiet ache that reminds you your heart is still tender enough to feel.

Sometimes spiritual maturity looks less like “doing more” and more like learning to breathe again.
To let go of the guilt that whispers you’re not enough.
To trust that the God who began a good work in you hasn’t given up just because you’ve slowed down.

Faith isn’t a performance. It’s a relationship. And relationships are built in ordinary days — through conversation, through stillness, through presence.

So wherever you find yourself today — steady or scattered, hopeful or holding on — remember this:
You don’t have to be more of anything to belong to God.
You already do.

And in that belonging, you’ll keep becoming — slowly, beautifully, in your own time and way.

“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” — Exodus 14:14

Reflection Question

Where in your life do you feel God inviting you to stop striving and simply be?

The Thank-You That Changes Everything

There’s something sacred about two small words: thank you.

They seem simple, but gratitude has a way of re-orienting us — of pulling us back from frustration, hurry, or comparison and reminding us of what’s still good, still steady, still grace.

In Luke 17, ten people are healed by Jesus. Only one turns back to say thank you.
I’ve always wondered why.
Maybe the others were just excited — running to show their families, eager to move on with life.
But the one who returned saw that gratitude is worship.
That saying thank you wasn’t a delay — it was the whole point.

When we pause to give thanks — for the coffee that’s still warm, the friend who texted back, the breath in our lungs, the bit of peace that met us in the chaos — we open a door for joy to walk back in.
Gratitude doesn’t erase pain or fix what’s hard.
It just makes room for God to be present in it.

But here’s the truth: gratitude is a practice, not a personality trait. It doesn’t come naturally when we’re tired, stressed, or waiting on news we can’t control. Sometimes, “thank you” has to start small — whispered through clenched teeth or written in a note we don’t totally feel yet. And somehow, the act itself begins to shift something inside us.

When we give thanks, we stop clinging to what we wish was different and start seeing what’s already being redeemed. Gratitude anchors us in the present moment, the only place where grace can actually meet us. It slows our racing thoughts and opens our hearts again to the steady hum of God’s faithfulness.

So today, maybe the most honest prayer isn’t long or fancy.
Maybe it’s just this:

“Thank You, God — for what I can see and for what I can’t yet.”

Because sometimes “thank you” isn’t just good manners.
It’s faith — spoken out loud.

Reflection Question

What’s one small thing today that deserves a “thank you” — something you might have overlooked if you hadn’t slowed down to notice?

Holy Heresy

There’s a word the Church has always been uncomfortable with: heretic.

It sounds sharp — like accusation or exile.
It brings to mind people pushed out, silenced, burned, or branded for daring to ask questions too soon, or too loudly.

But lately, I’ve been thinking that maybe “heretic” isn’t always the insult it seems.
Maybe it’s a word for people who love God enough to wrestle with what’s broken.

All through history, the ones we called heretics were often the ones who refused to let fear win — the ones who said the Church could be better, the world could be kinder, the truth could be bigger.

People like Pauli Murray, who refused to believe God’s image came in only one color or gender.
Like Delores Williams, who said God doesn’t will suffering but walks with us through it.
Like John Shelby Spong, who dared to imagine a faith that grows instead of calcifies.
Like Miguel De La Torre, who reminds us that Jesus wasn’t polite — He was prophetic.

And maybe you’ve known some heretics too — the kind who ask hard questions in Sunday School, who love the church enough to tell the truth, who risk belonging in order to be honest.

Because that’s what holy heresy really is:
Not a rejection of faith, but a refusal to stop evolving.
Not rebellion for rebellion’s sake, but devotion that’s brave enough to grow.

When Jesus healed on the Sabbath, ate with outcasts, and overturned tables, people called Him a blasphemer — a heretic. But maybe He was just showing us what holy love looks like when it refuses to fit inside our comfort.

So if your faith has been changing, expanding, or becoming harder to define — maybe that’s not failure. Maybe that’s fidelity. Maybe the Spirit is still speaking, still stirring, still undoing what needs to be undone so something truer can rise.

Because the gospel has never been about keeping everyone in line.
It’s always been about setting people free.

“For the Spirit blows where it will…” — John 3:8

The Slow Return

Fall has a way of sneaking in quietly.
One morning you walk outside and realize the air has changed — softer, cooler, with that faint smell of leaves and something new beginning.

I love this time of year because it’s not loud. It doesn’t announce itself the way spring does. It whispers. It invites you to slow down, to return to things that matter.

Maybe that’s why I’ve been thinking about what it means to return — not just to routines, but to myself.
To prayer that feels real.
To mornings that begin with breath instead of hurry.
To the kind of faith that doesn’t need to be polished, only practiced.

This season is often called “ordinary time” in the church calendar, but there’s nothing ordinary about it. It’s the stretch between mountaintop moments — where life is lived in the middle, where faith finds its shape in small things: making dinner, walking the dog, showing up again.

If summer was for scattering, fall feels like gathering — gathering what’s been lost, what’s still true, what’s worth keeping.
And maybe that’s the invitation:
Not to start something brand new,
but to come back to what’s already waiting for us.

God isn’t always found in the next big thing.
Sometimes God is right here, in the slow return — in the quiet faithfulness of doing today with love.

“Let us not grow weary in doing what is right, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.” — Galatians 6:9

Reflection: What might God be inviting you to return to in this season — something simple, steady, or sacred you’ve forgotten?

After the Table

Sunday we passed the bread.
Today, we pick up everything else.

The tablecloths come off. The dishes go back to the cupboard. The sanctuary feels a little quieter. But the truth of Communion — that deep, humbling reminder that we belong to one another — is still echoing somewhere underneath it all.

It’s easy to think Communion is just about that moment: the bread, the cup, the words we know by heart. But the real work starts when we leave the table.
When we go back into a world that is hungry — for kindness, for grace, for someone to notice.

Yesterday we said: “This is my body, given for you.”
Today we ask: “What will I give for others?”

Maybe it’s as small as listening without checking your phone.
Maybe it’s as big as forgiving someone you didn’t think you could.
Maybe it’s simply remembering that you are loved — and living like that’s true.

The miracle of Communion isn’t just that Jesus fed His friends.
It’s that He’s still feeding us — through each other.
Every act of grace, every small mercy, every table made a little bigger — that’s the meal continuing.

So if you’re reading this while sipping coffee or scrolling between tasks, take a deep breath and remember:
You are still part of the table.
The bread you broke yesterday is the love you can share today.

“Because there is one loaf, we who are many are one body.” – 1 Corinthians 10:17

How might you carry the spirit of Communion into the places you work, rest, and live this week?

One Table: Reflections on World Communion Sunday

Yesterday was World Communion Sunday — one of my favorite days in the church year. It’s the Sunday when Christians around the world, in every language and tradition, share bread and cup together. We may not all eat the same kind of bread — some break tortillas, others pass pita or challah or sourdough — but it’s the same table, the same love, the same Jesus.

In Sunday School, our kids talked about meals — how each of us brings something special to the table. They planned a pretend picnic, naming what they’d bring: fruit, sandwiches, cookies, laughter. The joy of that simple game held the whole gospel truth: when we all bring what we have, the feast becomes complete.

Later in worship, I watched small hands reach out toward the Communion table, curious about the plates and cups that hold such mystery. We talked about how this isn’t just any table. It’s the table where Jesus reminds us that we belong to Him — and to one another. That’s what Paul meant when he said, “We are one body.” Not uniform, but united. Not perfect, but connected.

This year, as I held up the bread, I thought about how many different hands were doing the same thing that morning — across time zones, across languages, across the divisions that so often define us. In a world obsessed with drawing lines, Communion keeps drawing circles.

Maybe that’s what makes this Sunday holy every year: the quiet reminder that faith is a shared meal, not a solo performance.

So today, whether you’re breaking a baguette in a cathedral or sipping juice from a paper cup in a church basement, know this — you belong at the table. You are part of the feast.

🕊️ “Because there is one loaf, we who are many are one body.” — 1 Corinthians 10:17

When the Soul Feels Stretched Thin

There are days when life feels like too much.
The inbox is full, the to-do list keeps growing, and even the good things — family, work, church, community — can leave us feeling worn-out instead of filled-up.

If your soul feels stretched thin today, you’re not alone. Scripture is full of people who reached their limit and cried out to God. The psalmist prayed, “From the end of the earth I call to you, when my heart is faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I” (Psalm 61:2). Even Jesus often withdrew to quiet places when the crowds pressed too closely.

A Gentle Reminder

Rest is not laziness.
Saying “enough” is not failure.
And letting God carry what you cannot is an act of deep faith.

A Small Practice for Today

Take two minutes. Set your phone aside. Close your eyes. Breathe in slowly and whisper:
“God, You are here.”
Breathe out slowly and whisper:
“I am held.”

Repeat this three times. Let the words sink down into your body.

Carry This With You

Whatever today holds, remember: your worth is not measured by your productivity, and your belovedness is not shaken by your exhaustion. God meets you exactly where you are — stretched thin, messy, unfinished — and offers you rest.

Maybe you needed to hear this reminder today. Maybe someone you love does too. Share it, send it, or simply carry it with you as a quiet prayer.

Faithful in Little, Faithful in Much: What Jesus and Jeremiah Teach Us About Everyday Faith

Have you ever read a Bible story and thought: Wait, what?

That’s the reaction a lot of people have to Jesus’ parable of the dishonest manager (Luke 16:1–13). On the surface, it sounds like Jesus is praising dishonesty. A manager gets caught cooking the books, and instead of throwing him in prison, his master commends him. But Jesus isn’t holding up corruption as an ideal. He’s showing us something deeper: how we use the resources entrusted to us reveals our character, our priorities, and our faith.

Jeremiah 8:18–9:1 adds another layer. The prophet cries out, “My joy is gone, grief is upon me, my heart is sick … Is there no balm in Gilead?” Jeremiah’s words capture the sorrow of seeing God’s people squander their gifts. He doesn’t just condemn — he weeps. Both Jesus and Jeremiah show us the cost of unfaithfulness and the urgency of living differently.

Faithful in Little, Faithful in Much

“Whoever is faithful in very little is faithful also in much,” Jesus says. Faithfulness isn’t about brilliance or wealth. It’s about being trustworthy, steady, dependable — making small daily choices of honesty, generosity, and integrity even when no one is watching.

In God’s eyes, those small acts are the building blocks of discipleship. They guard our hearts from drifting into the little compromises and idolatries Jeremiah saw breaking his community apart. Faithfulness may not make headlines, but it shapes souls and societies.

Money as a Tool, Not a Master

Luke talks about money more than any other Gospel because money has spiritual weight. It exposes what we worship. Jesus ends the parable with a clear warning: “You cannot serve God and wealth.” The Greek word mammonas means more than money; it means wealth as an idol — something that demands our loyalty.

Wealth whispers: “I’ll keep you secure. I’ll give you status. I’ll make you important.” But those promises are fragile. A market crash, a lost job, a stack of medical bills — and they vanish. Jesus presses us to remember: only God offers a foundation that cannot be shaken.

Money is never neutral. It either bends toward idolatry or toward discipleship. Like Jeremiah’s people, we can treat blessings as disposable, seeking healing in idols that cannot cure. But there’s only one true balm, and it isn’t found in wealth. If our money becomes our idol, it will betray us. If our money becomes a tool for God’s kingdom, it brings life.

Modern Echoes of Faithfulness

This isn’t just theory. Around the world, ordinary people are embodying this kind of faithfulness. I think of Aparecida de Oliveira, an 80-year-old widow in Brazil, who collected spare change in a bag for years to support a church charity. Despite living on a small pension and raising eight children, she sacrificed coins she could have spent on herself. When she finally brought the bag to Mass, a friar described her offering as “filled with miracles.”

It’s a powerful echo of the widow’s mite (Luke 21:1–4). Both women show us that money and status don’t last — but how we use them does. They gave not out of abundance but out of deep faith and trust.

Three Practices for Faithfulness

So what does this look like for us? Here are three practices to try:

• Generosity as Witness. The world says, “Hold on tight. Save for yourself.” Jesus points us toward generosity that testifies to our trust in God. That might look like tithing even when the budget feels tight, or paying for a stranger’s meal, or sponsoring a child’s school supplies. Small acts ripple outward and remind us where our security lies.

• Integrity in Finances. Corner-cutting is normal in our culture. Jesus calls us to honesty even when no one is looking — as employees, students, business owners. Integrity may not always maximize profit, but it builds trust, strengthens community, and honors God.

• Kingdom Imagination. Jesus invites us to be creative — even shrewd — for the sake of the kingdom. What if we used our homes as places of hospitality? Our professional skills to bless those who can’t pay us back? Our time to mentor a child or encourage a struggling friend? Kingdom imagination asks, “How can what I hold in my hands become a glimpse of God’s justice, mercy, and love?”

Bringing It Home

Both Jeremiah and Jesus challenge us to examine our trust. Do we see our paycheck as ours to spend however we want, or as God’s gift to steward? Do we measure our worth by the size of our account or by our generosity, our care, and our witness?

Money is a tool, not a treasure. A test, not a master. Faithfulness with little leads to trust with much. Every act of mercy and every gift given in love becomes part of God’s healing in the world.

Faithfulness answers Jeremiah’s cry with good news: in Christ, there is balm in Gilead and hope for God’s people. Jesus’ puzzling parable and Jeremiah’s tearful lament meet in a single truth: what we do with what God entrusts us matters. Faithfulness leads to healing and life. Faithlessness leads to grief and ruin.

The good news is that Jesus is faithful even when we are not. He is the balm for our wounds, the treasure worth more than all mammonas, the Master who welcomes us into true riches.

Let’s be faithful in little and faithful in much — living not for wealth, but for God, who is our hope and our healer.

🌿 God Made Sabbath for You

We’re living in a world that celebrates hustle. There’s always another email to answer, another load of laundry to fold, another goal to hit before you can exhale. In that kind of world, “rest” can feel like weakness or laziness. But the very first pages of Scripture tell a different story: after creating the heavens and the earth, God rested. And then God wove rest into our lives too.

The Sabbath isn’t a punishment. It’s not another box to check. It’s a gift — a sacred pause meant for your good. When God says, “Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy,” it’s not a test to see how spiritual you are. It’s an invitation to breathe, to recalibrate, to step back into who you actually are: beloved, whole, and free.

When we practice Sabbath, we resist the lie that our worth is tied to our productivity. We say, “I am not my emails, my output, or my accolades.” We remind ourselves that God’s love is not earned; it’s given. And in that remembering, our souls stretch out a little more freely.

Practicing Sabbath in the Real World

Sabbath can be as simple as putting your phone in another room for a few hours. It can be a family meal, a long walk, or a nap you don’t apologize for. It doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s version of rest. The key is creating space where God can meet you in quiet and joy.

Ask yourself: Where do I feel most at peace? What practices help me breathe again? Start there. Even thirty minutes of intentional Sabbath can transform your week.

A Gentle Invitation

This week, try it. Take a slice of time and let yourself be — no striving, no performing. Let the Sabbath be a soft place to land. It’s not about getting it “right.” It’s about remembering you are already God’s delight.

God made Sabbath for you. 🌿

When Saying “No” Becomes Holy

Sometimes the holiest thing you can do is say no.

No to one more meeting.

No to one more commitment.

No to the little voice whispering that your worth depends on your productivity.

From the very beginning, God built rest into the rhythm of creation. On the seventh day, God stopped — not because everything was finished, but because stopping itself was good. That’s the pattern Jesus picks up in the Gospels when he withdraws from crowds to pray, or lets a storm rock the boat while he takes a nap.

Rest is not an afterthought. It’s part of God’s design. And it’s also an act of resistance. Every time you honor your limits — every time you make space for quiet, play, or prayer — you’re choosing God’s rhythm over the world’s. You’re saying no to the lie that busyness equals value.

But Sabbath isn’t just about stopping; it’s also about reclaiming joy. Bake bread. Watch a sunset. Sing a hymn. Color with your kids. Step into something that makes your soul breathe.

Today, maybe your “no” can become someone else’s “yes.” When you rest, you model for your children, your friends, and your community that God’s kingdom isn’t built on exhaustion but on love, mercy, and presence.

What might change if you treated rest not as a guilty pleasure but as a faithful practice? What if you could believe God delights in your pause as much as in your productivity?

Take a deep breath. Let today’s “no” be your prayer of trust. God is already at work. You are already beloved.

Reflection Prompt:

Where is God inviting you to say “no” so you can say “yes” to rest, presence, and joy?

Prayer:

God of rest,

help me trust that I don’t have to earn Your love.

Teach me to pause,

to delight,

and to live from Your abundance instead of my exhaustion.

Amen.