This time of year…with the rain coming in, nights getting darker, the air getting cooler, days getting quicker…I can’t help but get excited for Christmas. And with the fast approaching days of the Christmas season come the thoughts and dreams of family traditions. Stockings hung by the fireplace, decorating the tree, singing Christmas carols around the piano or jamming out to a Pentatonix Christmas album in the car. My heart sparkles at the thought of cheesy Christmas movies or books by the fire’s glow…warm cups of cocoa made just right…my favorite decorations we put out every year (like the Christmas villages with their sparkling lights!). I think about the foods that warm our bellies every Christmas morning, the soft pjs full of Christmas cheer that we don each Christmas eve…and most of all, I think of the beautiful candlelight Christmas Eve service which reminds us of our savior, His miraculous conception, and the beautiful and gracious gift of His birth. As I reflect on...
Last semester I wrote a monologue from the point of view of a broken piece of pottery being transformed into a new creation of Kintsugi, broken pottery made new with liquid gold. This Kintsugi metaphor has been a powerful image in my life for God's grace and love as He works in my weakness and makes me into a new creation. It illustrates Christ's words in 2 Corinthians 12, "My grace is sufficient for you. My power made perfect in weakness." At first, I was terrified to share these words with my Epiphany theatre ministry ensemble. We write our own songs, scenes, and monologues using stories from our lives and find God in them. This piece was written for our ensemble but it is a tender and vulnerable experience that I wanted to keep close to my heart -- yet, I had a strong feeling I should share it with the group. Shaking, I read it out loud. The piece was recieved well and it ended up in our final set. I struggled to memorize it, my words being so similar and stream o...
As I approach graduation, I am often faced with the question, "Are you ready?" Well meaning friends and family, or my own mind, ask me this question repeatedly. Honestly, I struggle to know the answer. Am I ready? Will I get everything done before graduation? Will I ever feel ready to spread my wings and fly into the next season of adulthood? I am honestly not the most qualified judge of my own readiness. I struggle sometimes in the midst of challenge and change to believe in myself and my capabilties. But I have been blessed this semester to be encouraged and pushed by the tough love of my professors. I was consistently behind in assignments for journalism and trying to communicate with my professor in order to convince myself that I could complete everything, despite the looming lack of time. Despite my efforts, I don't know that I really believed I could do it all. "You'll get it done. I know you will," said Melanie, my journalism professor, with simpl...
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