How a snowflake reminded me of my purpose

How a snowflake reminded me of my purpose

Do you remember, as a kid, making those paper snowflakes to string up around the classroom during the holiday season, or to decorate wintry windows with at home? I was never particularly good at this. I’d fold my little paper the requisite number of times, and slice eagerly into it with scissors to create haphazard geometric patterns I hoped would look purposefully abstract. But somehow they always ended up with gaping holes and shapeless attempts at intricacy

When surrender seems impossible

When surrender seems impossible

Following Jesus means learning to die to a whole slew of things — self being one of them.

Sometimes dying to self means releasing yourself from a relationship you’ve held onto and with it, the future you’ve imagined, as it’s suddenly ripped from underneath your feet.  Sometimes it’s letting go of timelines you’ve envisioned, and giving God the pen no matter how attached you were to the story in your head.  Other times it’s surrendering dreams in discovering that God’s call on your life does not match your own.