Learning Memo: March
My learning memo for this month is from my reading of Louie Giglio’s book “Winning the War on Worry.” He addresses the myths and lies of worry, our tendencies to be anxious by tracing the root cause of our worry (“at the heart of worry is our need to be in control”)and he also calls us to develop the discipline of cultivating a peaceful heart and confident mind (by replacing the lies with the truth).
Jackie Hill Perry’s “Holier Than Thou”
Jackie Hill Perry has written a crucial text that not only exposes the root of our sins and radically points out all the real and rebellious ways we choose everything but God, but also a book about Who (a holy God), why (there is nothing, in all the earth, better than His goodness & nothing eternally satisfying as the Bread of life) and the how (to behold Him in the Word and to believe, by the power of the Spirit, that He is all things holy and good and love and perfect and as such, better than anything an unholy and broken and unloving and imperfect world could ever give).
Reflections: Teaching, Actions of Love, & God’s Holiness
The more I come to understand human nature–its fickleness, its impatience, its greed and ungodly tendencies– the more I yearn to eagerly receive and actively live out the righteousness gifted me. The more God’s holiness is unveiled to me, the more I’m aware of my need of a holy and perfect God. For by lifting my eyes to behold Him, I cast a glance on this life of mine and see no true way to peace, humility, joy, hope, than through the One who perfectly embodies them all. He is, and so I am.
Thanksgiving, Dead Ends & Divine Awakening
When it comes to gratitude, my words fall short all the time. It is a conscious state of mind, a consistent posture of the heart, a sharp remembrance that moves me to tears, shakes me at the core when I acknowledge all I’ve been given, the gifts that have been purposefully placed in my life, my very breath, the realization that my days are known, my life is held, my existence is a heavenly-woven miracle that will never be abandoned.
Photo Journal: Bring on the New
I am forever the girl at the edge of breaking who quickly rushes to hold it together, to keep the pieces intact. And I perform the happiness, drape it over me like a cloak, I do it so often, and for so long, that I can hardly tell the difference anymore. Thankful for friends who witness the shedding, who are unafraid to see and touch the bone of a truth that might scare them a little. But they stay and stay and stay, choosing me, when I can barely choose myself.
God, Heartbreaks & New Wine
I’ve been thinking about ways to write this post without sounding like a girl on the internet whose heart’s a little shattered and has experienced an incredibly difficult month. Because while that is true, there are also other truths I’ll choose to dwell on instead.
On Paying Attention
While I have no idea what is coming my way, I shall strive to be true to myself and to Whom I belong. To resist internalizing the world’s condemnation. To not make of myself an exile but rather, give in to the warmth and support of community. To embody a gracefulness that teaches me to make room for others as I would myself, to offer patience.
