reflection

I Keep Reaching for an Answer

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I keep reaching for an answer.

Not out loud.
Not in a way anyone would notice.

Just internally —
trying to line things up in a way that makes sense.

If I think about it long enough,
if I look at it from enough angles,
maybe I’ll find the piece that explains everything.

But I don’t.

And I’m starting to notice that I do this
almost automatically.

Something doesn’t make sense,
and my first instinct is to solve it.

To understand it.

To make it feel settled in my mind
so I can feel settled in myself.

But some things don’t give you that.

Some things stay unresolved
longer than you want them to.

Longer than feels comfortable.

And I think that’s the part I’ve been wrestling with.

Not the situation itself.

But the fact that I can’t make it make sense.

Because faith, for me, has always felt connected to understanding.

Like if I trust God,
things should eventually come together in a way I can follow.

But lately, it hasn’t looked like that.

It’s looked like continuing
without the explanation.

Letting things sit unfinished
without forcing them into something they’re not.

And trusting — not that I’ll figure it out —
but that I don’t have to.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord.
— Isaiah 55:8–9 (NIV)

Something Is Alive

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It’s been a year since I started writing here.

At the time, I wasn’t writing from clarity.
I wasn’t writing from the other side of anything.

I was writing from the middle.

And if I’m honest,
I still am.

I used to think Easter would feel like resolution.

Like the kind of moment
where everything makes sense
and everything is made right.

But I don’t think that’s what it is.

Because if I’m honest,
there are still things in my life that don’t feel resolved.

Things that didn’t turn out the way I thought they would.
Things that haven’t been restored.
Things I still don’t fully understand.

And yet…

something has changed.

Not everything.

But something.

There are parts of me that are still healing.
Still learning.
Still walking through things I never expected to carry.

But there are also parts of me
that are no longer where they used to be.

Quieter.
Stronger.
More grounded than I was before.

Not because everything got easier.

But because something in me
didn’t stay where it was.

And I think that’s what Easter is.

Not the erasing of what happened.
Not a return to what was.

But life
where there wasn’t life before.

Not loud.
Not immediate.

But real.

And maybe that’s what I’m holding onto today.

Not that everything is finished.

But that something is alive in me
that wasn’t before.

And maybe that’s what this past year has been teaching me.

Not that everything changes overnight —
but that life can begin again,
even in the middle of it.

“Just as Christ was raised from the dead… we too may live a new life.”
— Romans 6:4 (NIV)

Before Sunday Comes

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There’s a part of the story we don’t rush through.

The part where everything looks like it’s over.

Where what was hoped for
what was prayed for
what was believed in

is now… gone.

Good Friday isn’t a hopeful day.

It’s not a day of answers.
It’s not a day where things make sense.

It’s the day everything falls quiet
after the worst has already happened.

And if I’m honest,
I think that’s the part I recognize the most.

Not the resurrection.
Not yet.

This part.

The part where you’re left standing
in the reality of what is
with no clear picture of what comes next.

Where faith doesn’t feel strong
it just feels… present.

Still there.
But quieter.

Not fixing anything.
Not explaining anything.

Just staying.

Good Friday doesn’t rush to meaning.

It doesn’t try to redeem anything yet.

It simply holds the weight of what has happened.

And maybe there are moments in life
that look more like this day than we want them to.

Moments where nothing feels good
and nothing feels resolved
and nothing is being put back together yet.

But the story doesn’t end here.

Even if it feels like it does.

“Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.”
— Luke 23:46 (NIV)

Not Everything Gets Given Back

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I read something today about Job.

That God didn’t give him his old life back —
He gave him a new one.

That some pain isn’t explained,
it’s redeemed.

And I’ve been sitting with that.

Because if I’m honest,
I think part of me still expects life to circle back.

To return what was lost.
To restore things the way they were.
To make it all make sense in a way I recognize.

But that’s not always how it works.

Sometimes what’s gone
doesn’t come back the same way.

Sometimes there isn’t a clear explanation.
No moment where everything is tied together neatly.

And that’s the part that’s hard to sit with.

Because redemption doesn’t always look like replacement.

It doesn’t always feel like more.
It doesn’t always come in a way you can immediately recognize as good.

Sometimes it’s quieter than that.

Sometimes it looks like continuing.
Like rebuilding without having all the pieces.
Like learning to hold both what was
and what is now
at the same time.

I don’t know that I fully understand redemption yet.

But I’m starting to see
that it isn’t always about getting something back.

Sometimes it’s about becoming someone
who can keep moving forward
even without it.

“I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten…”
— Joel 2:25 (NIV)

This Is Where I Am Today

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Nothing feels especially clear today.

Not in a bad way.
Not in a heavy way.

Just… not defined.

There are things I could sit down and try to sort through.
Things I could probably put words to if I gave it enough time.

But I don’t feel the need to do that right now.

I think sometimes I rush to understand everything
because it makes me feel more in control.

Like if I can name it,
organize it,
make sense of it —

then I’m handling it well.

But today doesn’t feel like a day for that.

Today feels like a day to just exist in it.

To not rush to conclusions.
To not force clarity.
To not try to wrap everything up into something meaningful.

Just to be where I am
without needing it to become something else.

And maybe that’s enough for today.

“Truly my soul finds rest in God; my salvation comes from him.”
— Psalm 62:1 (NIV)

The Way Time Feels Lately

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I’ve been noticing something I can’t quite explain.

Time doesn’t feel the same.

Some days move quickly —
full, busy, gone before I realize it.

And other days stretch in a way that feels almost unfamiliar.

Longer.
Quieter.
Heavier in a way that isn’t obvious, but still there.

Nothing about the clock has changed.

But the way I experience it has.

There are moments that pass without much thought.
And then there are moments that linger —
that I can feel while I’m inside them.

Not because anything big is happening.

Just because I’m more aware.

Of where I am.
Of what I’m carrying.
Of how different things feel than they used to.

I don’t know if time is actually moving differently
or if I’m just paying attention in a way I didn’t before.

But I can tell something has shifted.

I’m not rushing through everything the same way.
I’m not trying to get to the next thing as quickly.

I’m noticing more.

Even the in-between parts.

The parts of the day that don’t really have a name.

And maybe that’s what this is.

Not a change in time.

Just a change in how I’m living inside of it.

“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”
— Psalm 90:12 (NIV)

What I Reach for Without Thinking

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I’ve been noticing something I don’t think about very often.

Not what I choose —
but what I default to.

The things I reach for
before I’ve had time to decide who I want to be in the moment.

Because there’s a difference.

There’s the version of me that is thoughtful, grounded, intentional.

And then there’s the version of me
that shows up without asking permission.

The one that reacts before I reflect.
The one that fills the silence too quickly.
The one that tries to smooth things over, explain, or carry more than I need to.

And I’m starting to see that those moments matter more than I thought.

Not because they define me —
but because they reveal what’s still unlearning itself in me.

It’s easy to focus on the big changes.
The visible growth.
The things you can point to and say, I’m different now.

But the quieter work?

It shows up in the split second
between what happens
and what I instinctively reach for.

And lately, I’ve been asking myself —

What am I reaching for there?

Control?
Understanding?
Approval?
Silence?

Or something steadier?

Something truer?

I don’t think this is about getting it right every time.

I think it’s about becoming aware enough
to notice the pattern
before it runs the whole moment.

Because maybe growth doesn’t always look like a dramatic shift.

Maybe it looks like a pause.

A breath.

A different choice —
right in the space
where the old one used to live.

“Let us test and examine our ways, and return to the Lord.”
— Lamentations 3:40 (ESV)

Stepping Back

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Sometimes the most helpful thing you can do
is step back for a moment.

Not to solve anything.
Not to figure everything out.

Just to look at your life from a little farther away.

The things that felt urgent yesterday
don’t always feel the same today.

The thoughts that were loud
lose some of their volume.

And suddenly you realize
how much of life we experience up close —
nose pressed against the glass —
trying to make sense of every detail.

But every once in a while,
a little distance reminds you of something simple.

You’re still here.
Still moving forward.
Still held.

And sometimes that’s all the clarity you need.

“Be still, and know that I am God.”
— Psalm 46:10 (NIV)

When You Realize You’ve Changed

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There’s a strange moment that happens sometimes in life.

You’re in a conversation.
Or a situation.
Or maybe just a quiet moment by yourself.

And you realize something.

You’re not reacting the way you used to.

The things that once pulled you into long explanations don’t have the same grip.
The moments that once demanded your defense feel different now.
The urge to fix everything, to smooth every misunderstanding, to carry every tension — it’s just… quieter.

It’s not that life suddenly became easier.

It’s that something in you became steadier.

Change rarely arrives with an announcement.

Most of the time it shows up quietly.

In the pause before you speak.
In the decision not to chase every narrative.
In the realization that peace is worth more than being understood.

You don’t always notice growth while it’s happening.

But every once in a while, life gives you a small moment where you see it clearly.

Not because everything around you has changed.

But because you have.

And that kind of change doesn’t usually come from comfort.

It comes from the slow, unseen work of becoming someone who no longer needs to respond the way they once did.

“And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory.”
— 2 Corinthians 3:18 (NIV)

Observing the Moments

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I’ve been noticing something lately.

How easy it is to move through a day without really seeing it.

We rush from one thing to the next —
the errands,
the conversations,
the small responsibilities that quietly fill our hours.

And before we know it, the day has passed
without us ever really pausing inside of it.

But every once in a while, something slows me down.

A laugh that lingers a little longer than expected.
A quiet room at the end of the day.
The feeling of the house settling into evening.

Small moments.

The kind that would be easy to overlook if I wasn’t paying attention.

I’m learning that life isn’t only made up of the big milestones we remember.

It’s built quietly out of these smaller pieces —
the ordinary minutes that pass without ceremony.

And maybe the beauty of it all
is simply taking the time to notice them.

Not trying to capture them.
Not trying to turn them into something bigger than they are.

Just observing them.

Letting them be enough.

Anchor Verse

“This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
— Psalm 118:24 (NIV)