BEHOLD.
(the art of looking deeper)
Welcome.
This is a place for the soul to find rest, for the heart to dance.
A place for marveling at the beauty and mystery of God’s kingdom in one hand while holding the pain and paradox of life in the other.
This is a space for questions that ache, for quiet wondering, for commonplace revelations.
Here, I will share my journey of uncovering the beautiful real nestled within everyday realities.
I’m so glad you’re here.
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God:
But only he who sees,
takes off his shoes…
-e.b. browning
Ten days before my grandmother left, I sat wrapped in a blanket of pain, rigid in my yellow velvet arm chair that has not softened or settled into relaxed comfortability yet despite seven years’ worth of hard sitting and intentional trampling upon its resolutely fixed form. At the very least, the discomfort I feel when sitting in this disappointment of a chair keeps me awake enough to pray. The text from my Mom read,
Grammy has gone into the hospital. We don’t know what’s wrong. Please pray.
So I closed my eyes to pray, filled with the familiar grief-laced fear of losing her. The moment my eyes shut, I received a flash of a vision. . .