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This is one of my best friends’ babies. In her hands is a custom order from someone who’s friend lost her son to suicide last week. A son who was this age once. A son who was fiercely loved and valued and squeezed tight. A son who will always be their baby. My heart cannot fathom the overwhelming grief. Our only hope? To lift our eyes to the One who is our help in every season and situation. Jesus, come quickly.
It seems the Lord is teaching me a deeper (more experiential) meaning of what Paul talks about when he describes servants of God as “sorrowful, yet always rejoicing” (2 Corinthians 6:10a). • You see, there is so much good happening. So much joy, provision, and depth of community. So many doors opening. So many opportunities to minister and be ministered to. So much love and humility and grace and kindness and care that it has made me—quite literally—cry into a plate of chicken and waffles from the mercy of it all. • These scattered beams can only be explained by the Lord, who is dropping joy bombs and grace explosions all around. • But it’s not all chicken and waffles. • (Link to blog post in profile ❤️)
“All in all, it was a never-to-be forgotten summer—one of those summers which comes seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going—one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends, and delightful doings, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.” -L.M. Montgomery

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Monday Morning Munch No. 95 – Logs on the Fire


My dad is the hardest worker I know.

By day he’s a nuclear medicine technologist at area hospitals and by night (and weekends) he’s constantly studying and developing his relationship with God on top of working around the house fixing anything or preparing to fix things that aren’t broke yet (he’s on top of everything), as well as mowing, splitting wood and preparing for winter.


I couldn’t find a picture of him working on the wood but it doesn’t matter. These are the moments I don’t want to forget.

(If you want to read more about my dad [and you should], check out an article about him in the March/April RTM Magazine. )

Because we have an awesome wood burning stove that heats our home, my dad constantly monitors our wood supply so we don’t have a shortage in winter. He basically starts in January preparing for the next winter. It’s a constant cycle of chopping and stacking wood.

Some of my earliest memories involve working with my dad preparing for winter. Because it would “build character”, he taught me to stack and cut wood (I’ll never forget the first time he let me use the chainsaw by myself… such an exciting moment for a 10 year old), read the woodgrain so as to properly split the wood and how to use an axe.

All I’m going to say is that unceasing praise was poured out when our neighbor let us borrow his log splitter.


Glorious fruit of my dad’s labors.

Perhaps my dad’s hard work in making sure we have enough wood for the fire to stay burning all winter is the main reason Proverbs 26:20a stood out to me so much this week.

“For lack of wood the fire goes out.” -Proverbs 26:20a

Am I continuously putting more wood in the furnace of my soul or am I content to let the coals grow cold?

I want my heart to burn c o n s i s t e n t l y with a fierce and unquenchable devotion to the Lord.

How does this happen? By putting logs of truth into our hearts and fanning into flame the gift of God, which is in you.

Feed your soul.

Prepare for winter.

Fill up the stove of your soul with the kindling of the Word of God and pray that the Holy Spirit ignites it into a blazing wildfire that consumes you and everyone you encounter.

“God, I pray Thee, light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn for Thee. Consume my life, my God, for it is Thine. I seek not a long life, but a full one, like you, Lord Jesus.” -Jim Elliot

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