If you were following along with my life on an atlas, it would look like a very slow road trip through the American Midwest. Except for a few years when my parents were missionaries in Trinidad & Tobago, I grew up in Michigan, right near the big lake. I started dating a hottie named Aaron in college, which meant a long-distance stretch during his deployment to Iraq, and then married him after graduation. We’ve remodeled houses, miscarried babies, switched churches, and moved to new states a lot more than I would have planned, but these things have all been such important parts of this gospel-remaking in me that I’m starting to think that upsetting my plans might have been the point. We’re now in Missouri with a daughter, son, and a large, ridiculous dog named Max.
I’ve kept a personal journal obsessively since middle-school and this blog is a public extension of that. In the midst of life as a woman, wife, mother, homeowner, musician, reader, thinker and Christian, I’m juggling thoughts about way too many things as God keeps working on my heart. In all this, the gospel story means I will always see glimpses of the resurrection in the fallen world. Proverbs 15:15 is a bold picture of the ongoing transformation of the gospel — all the days of the oppressed are wretched, but a cheerful heart has a continual feast. In the Fall there is oppression and wretchedness; the only solution is the gospel, the power of the Resurrection, where there is cheer and the promise of an eternal feast. That’s what I want my life to reflect, and it’s what I’m hoping you’ll see happening in you, too.
On this mountain the Lord of hosts will make for all peoples a feast of rich food, a feast of well-aged wine, of rich food full of marrow, of aged wine well refined. And he will swallow up on this mountain the covering that is cast over all peoples, the veil that is spread over all nations. He will swallow up death forever; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from all faces. – Isaiah 25:6-8