I am tired.
Not only from the tasks of the day, week, month, year… but from the age we live in. All this spinning, flashing, noise-drenching hour of history. The world shouts bad news into our ears. It rushes, scrolls, demands, tempts, and wounds. Fills our eyes with backlit tragedies. It laces our days with both small griefs and headlines too heavy for one heart to hold.
It is easy to grow dim in such a place, at such a pace. Easy to forget that the enduring the Lord has called us to is meant to be done so with joy.
Especially when the nights are long and the path ahead feels unmapped, we are tempted to brace ourselves with the wrong tools.
I have no charts or predictions.
Nor carefully crafted debates or defenses to wield.
But with a lamplight;
Ready with love.
Ready with joy.
Ready with the kind of steady endurance that can only grow in a soul that abides in Him.
We are not called to panic in the dark. We are called to live fully—lamps lit.
Why would we wait for the Bridegroom in fear, when we could wait in glad expectation?
Is not this a joyous thing? To be an eager bride, awaiting the One we love, who first loved us.
(Matthew 25:1–13)
The oil is faithfulness.
The flame is hope.
The glow is love.
So keep watch.
Pray.
Stay awake. Be not afraid and frantic, but alive to the moment God has given.
Together,
Break bread. Sing psalms. Seek truth.
Live as though the Kingdom has already begun here—
because it has.
Bring oil.
Stay steadfast.
Burn brightly.
For the Bridegroom draws near, and we, like moths, are drawn to His light.
“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.”
— Psalm 119:105
Thank you for joining me here once more. My apologies for nearly a month of silence, and, as always, my deepest gratitude for your grace and patience. Thank you to those who messaged me wondering where I’ve been.
The truth is, I re-read everything I have ever written and decided it was all garbage and that I know nothing. I’ve heard from other writers that this is part of the process.
Until next time,
—Flourish & Fray