"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Psalm 147:3
Dear Mom, I had to write this to you due to the nature of these little full circle moments. It was ten years ago this weekend that I began this little letter-writing correspondence. And it was just a couple weeks and ten years ago that I first went to see the play that has also marked such a pivotal moment in my life — and since I purchased a pair…
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Dear Mom, Ten years has passed. And here we are, still breathing, still living. I paused a moment this last week to consider one of perhaps your toughest “ten years” — that is, when the ten years had passed since you last held Annette. I was then seven at the time — July 2005. I believe we’d just moved to El Paso that year. What a change — I don’t…
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Dear Friend, I think it no accident that my Sunday school class read through the first seven chapters of Job just yesterday. I needed the reminder of God’s sovereignty and care. He sees Job. He knows Job’s heart. Such that when the Accuser comes to charge Job with fair-weather faith, God allows the test to commence. He is confident in the faith of Job even when human reason cannot justify…
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Dear Mom, What would I say to you if you were here? If in April of 2026 God had willed that you remain with us just a little while longer? Faithful is He who has established my feet upon His word and the salvation it brings! Mom, if you were here, I’d tell you of the amazing grace and kindness of the God to Whom you and Dad introduced me…
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Dear Friend, Ten years is a long time. And yet, such a breath of a breath in the grand scheme of eternity, much less my life. It’s remarkable to consider how many moments in that long (but brief) ten years I’ve questioned whether I could make it this far. And the truth is, I didn’t. God did. He has sustained me from the first breath He breathed into my lungs.…
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Dear Friend, What a year it has been. Almost one year since the last time I wrote. A complete year since I spent the last night in my NYC apartment. The next day was moving day, and just two days later I flew out to Texas. Now, it would be untrue and overly dramatic to act like it’s been as long since I’ve been back to NYC. The truth is…
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Dear Mom, I had a moment about a week ago. A sudden memory of you that made me catch my breath for about half of a second before I could shake myself back into the present. It was a sweet one. One that brought a smile to my face. I have a new job, working at Starbucks again. But, unlike the one I worked at in midtown NYC, this one…
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Dear Friend, There’s for sure a light at the end of the tunnel. The question is perhaps, which tunnel… or which light? Sometimes it’s that “light” that people tell us not to “walk towards”… As you probably well know, many of my past letters have reflected my own deep longing for that final Light at the end of this tunnel of life. Even as I heard discussed on a podcast…
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Dear Friend, Did you ever hear the acronym “JOY” growing up? As in, “We must grow in J.O.Y.”? I did. More than once. And while it made total sense, the simplicity of it seemed more and more childish as I “grew up” — in reality, as I grew in age, I grew in my childishness to presume this Biblical principle was too simplistic. J.O.Y. — What does it mean? It’s…
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Dear Friend, I’m in my time of dancing, friend! And how freeing this is! My prayer in this is to embrace the celebration of God’s grace in every moment. The countless reasons for joy: first, salvation itself, but even the day-to-day little things (like finding an entire collection of my favorite blue pens at the store to replace my well-used ones). Celebrating the lives of my young nieces and nephews…
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