Consecration, Process

You’re the best believer in me. 

“And he brought him to Jesus. Now when Jesus looked at him, He said, “You are Simon the son of Jonah. You shall be called Cephas” (which is translated, A Stone).”‭‭John‬ ‭1:42‬ ‭‬‬

You see who we are even before we’ve become. You know beginning to end, and everything else in between. You are in my everyday; gently shaping, faithfully molding, intently burning. You are well able to see me through from the here and now, all the way until then. You are in my mess. My trials, my triumphs, You are in it all. With me. For me. 

Faithful One, I know You will finish what You’ve started inside me. Make me into all the beauty that You’ve ever dreamed of for me to be. 

“Him who is able to keep you from stumbling, and to present you faultless before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy..” ‭‭Jude‬ ‭1:24‬ ‭‬‬

goodness, Musings

This afternoon. 

Sometimes a picture speaks a thousand words. For me, these do.



How I love to look at the skies, there’s something new to see everyday. Creation is beautiful because it reflects the One who is Beauty Incarnate.

I get to love You through whatever comes, what a privilege.

Eschatology, Longing, The Church

The Wedding Day

This is the story of the Son of God

Hanging on a cross for me

But it ends with a Bride and a Groom 

and a wedding by a glassy sea

O death, where is your sting? 

Cause I’ll be there singing 

Holy, holy, holy is Your name.

This is the story of a bride in white

waiting on her wedding day

Anticipation welling up inside 

while her Groom is crowned a King

O death, where is your sting?

Cause we’ll be there singing 

Holy, holy, holy is Your name.

“And I heard, as it were, the voice of a great multitude, as the sound of many waters and as the sound of mighty thunderings, saying, “Alleluia! For the Lord God Omnipotent reigns! Let us be glad and rejoice and give Him glory, for the marriage of the Lamb has come, and His wife has made herself ready.” And to her it was granted to be arrayed in fine linen, clean and bright, for the fine linen is the righteous acts of the saints.” // ‭‭Revelation‬ ‭19:6-8‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

This is all I am living, breathing & preparing for. Every sacrifice, every longing twist of the heart and every single bit of waiting will be worth it on that glorious day. All things will be made new then – every tear wiped away and every sorrow turned to joy as we behold the face of the One we have faithfully loved this whole time. How our hearts will swell.. How all of heaven and earth will burst forth together in one resounding chorus of praise and singing. Marriage here on earth is beautiful, but it is only a reflection of all there is to come.

He is worth the wait. Until then, let our lives echo with the voice a longing bride who is making herself ready.

goodness, Hope, Worship

Little scribblings of hope // joy flowers inside my heart 

7.19 am. I stir awake to sheer joy and a song of praise within my heart. I am so thankful to be called Yours! I am so excited about who You are, and my heart is bursting with anticipation for all that You will do. After all this time, You still reign. After all this time, You’re still true. 

Sing praise my soul

Find strength in joy 

Let His words lead you on

Do not forget His great faithfulness 

He’ll finish all He’s begun.  

(back to bed with the silliest grin on my face.) 

Destiny, Hope, Musings, restoration

Oh to dream again even though disappointment is all you’ve ever known. 

Maybe too good to be true is a lie we tell ourselves. Maybe undeserving exists only in our heads. Maybe goodness and destiny really can be for us, and the little whispers of our hearts in the late of night resound so much louder in the ears of a perfect Father than we ever thought possible. 

– naked hopes & dreams // don’t you dare die out, not just yet. because what if mercy was still for real, and still for you? 

(redemption is better than perfection)


The Healing of Solitude 

It is a great mistake to equate solitude with loneliness. Loneliness is the starved aching for another – it hurts and is most unpleasant. But solitude; ah the bliss of solitude.. In solitude I can hear my own thoughts. My tensed up soul unwinds adrift in a sea of song and poetry. Solitude is as necessary to survival as is breathing. The world can get so loud. It cares not for boundaries and clamors so incessantly for your attention. At times I can feel it suffocating me and I am overwhelmed with a desperate urge to run away and hide so that I can just be. So that I can just breathe. It is a tiredness that is bone deep…

And so I search for pockets of peace and stillness. A book here, a garden there. The view of a sky so breathtaking that, if only for a second, time stands still and all is well. A quiet day alone at home with nothing on the board – just me, a pen and some paper. 

I know that the world does not stop spinning for ones like me though. I know I must force myself to keep up. And that it is selfish to crave as much quietness and solitude as I do. But in the occasions I can have it, I will relish every moment and nurture my frazzled soul. Please don’t ever deprive me of these moments, nor condemn me for my needing them. I honestly wouldn’t know what to do otherwise..

Give me my time and I will always come out all the better for it. 

– writing this in bed at 6pm, Rachel Sermanni softly playing in the background (today is bliss).