Spiders that eat people and spiritual warfare.

Things I don’t like include:

  • reading this morning that if all the spiders got together and decided to eat humans, they could eat us all within a year.
  • when Christians say they’re experiencing spiritual warfare when really they are having normal life problems.
  • when I start wondering if I’m experiencing spiritual warfare, but don’t want to say anything because I don’t want to be a Christian who says they’re experiencing spiritual warfare when really I’m just having normal life problems.

But I’ll tell ya this – in the days since I hit post on this women’s thing/in process collective situation – things ain’t been breezy.

Easter

 

What is there to say on this day?

That the Lord is risen? He is risen indeed.

I feel it pressing in on me today, the weight of it pushing on every square inch of the skin of my soul: an awareness of the kindness of the Lord to me.

And I could fill your Instagram feed with pictures of His kindness: of the faces of faithfulness and the bountiful gifts, but it is not of these things that I speak.  I speak of the pain, of the mistakes, of the failure, of the darkness.  How kind He has been to me through these things.

An end-of-the-year challenge

[My friends and I gave each other an assignment a few weeks ago: the task of writing a letter to a-year-younger version of ourselves, on the verge of 2017. So, below is the letter I would write to the woman who was me on December 31st, 2017.  She sat at her computer, much like I do now, planning and plotting for the year to come, and these are the words I would share with her.]

Dear Fabienne,

Happy New Year! Welp. You made it through 2016!

The darkest place.

Oh, to find the grace that lives at the bottom of the darkest place.

Oh, soul, to find the grace that lives at the bottom of the darkest place is to find the grace that can survive the most unbearable conditions.  It is to find the rarest of all graces, it is to find the grace that very few humans ever touch and see.  It is to find a grace that burns with the brightest light, that is able to glow with no outside influence, that needs no external encouragement or nourishment to survive, but fuels itself without end.