The Messy Coffee Table

Patience [ source ] [ pay -shehns] quiet, steady perseverance; even-tempered care; diligence bearing provocation, annoyance, misfortune, or pain, without complaint, loss of temper, irritation, or the like an ability or willingness to suppress restlessness when confronted with delay "You tilled the soil of my life so patiently Grace to grace you held my hand faithfully Transformed my worries into peace Springing from the ground you helped me see that I am blooming." (Shaida Escoffery, 'Blooming') There is something about plants these days that is teaching me a lot about my relationship with God. With each artist I've featured so far, there's been some theme that's come out of our conversations related to God's creation: it's intricacies, it's depth, it's need for care and cultivation by a patient gardener willing to endure the elements, or even the failures, and especially the waiting. Oh Lord, the waiting. I know all of us have been there a...

Enduring ( source ) [in- dur -ing] lasting, permanent abiding, timeless, patient imperishable, durable "My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus' name."  (Edward Mote, 'The Solid Rock') When God knit us together, I believe he put a spark in all of us that He invites us to discover. A thing that, when you do it, feels like it's in your blood, like it's a part of you, something to cultivate and stoke into a flame. These are the lasting gifts, the things God deposits in us, designed for kingdom work that brings him glory. But a flame needs fuel to keep burning. Are any of you feeling burnout? Maybe this is you today: you've thrown what feels like everything onto the fire and haven't had time to stop and gather more kindling. And now, you feel like a little pile of ashes, embers burning red and gold, still alive, but just barely.  Maybe what we need is not mo...

Rooted [ roo -tid]:  ( source , source ) having developed from something very strongly and firmly fixed having an underlying support having a close relationship with one's environment "You make all things work together for Your glory and for Your name.  When I doubt it, Lord, remind me I'm wonderfully made.  You're an artist and a potter. I'm the canvas and the clay."  (Pat Barrett, 'Canvas and Clay') If other artists are anything like me, I'm sure many of them would agree that we are our own worst critics. When something is forming by our own two hands - like clay on the wheel, or words on a page - the image in our head of what we want it to be, while helpful in directing our vision, can sometimes get in the way of something equally important to an artist: discovery.  When I look at life as it is today, it is not like I imagined it would be 10 years ago. When we're young, we set our sights on lofty pictures of what we think we want to become. ...

Manifold [ man - uh -fohld]: ( source ) having many different forms, features, or elements many and various not capable of being counted, enumerated, or numbered, hence, indefinitely numerous vast in quantity or number, profuse, abundant having more than one layer being designated for something for many reasons "Summer and winter, springtime and harvest  sun, moon, and stars in their courses above join with all nature in manifold witness  to Thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love."  (Thomas Chisholm, 'Great Is Thy Faithfulness') Something that has always stressed me out in job interviews is the prompt, "so tell me a little about yourself!" I know, this should be an easy one right? But it makes me so anxious - my palms get a little sweaty, I overcompensate by smiling too much as I  think to myself, where do I even start? Do I only talk about my employment history? Do I talk about where I'm from? How is this person going to get a complete, accurate pictur...

When I think back to the month of April 2020, I wish I could tell myself that this was only the beginning. At the time, I had only been working from home for about a month but it felt like an eternity. All our church events and services were cancelled and we were pre-recording everything, including Easter services. With the exception of a small few, I was not seeing people regularly in the same way we had been before, and that included our family. I was beyond weary already, not knowing how much longer this might (and would) go on.  Screen fatigue was an understatement. One day as I sat answering e-mails and submitting invoices, the headache I'd had all day suddenly gave way to nausea. Looking at my screen was physically dreadful. Over the next couple of weeks it would get to the point where I couldn't even read a text message without feeling dizzy and nauseous. Even armed with blue light glasses and anti-nausea remedies, the headaches and fatigue were unbearable. But I was pus...

Do you feel like your voice is heard above all the noise? I've really struggled with this one. As an enneagram 4 with a 3 wing (I know, nerd-alert), I long to be authentically known, seen, and heard. I long to have a voice in the things that matter to me. Whenever I feel silenced, or drowned out by other voices, I get insecure. I start to question, will I really matter in this world if the world can't hear my voice? This gets all jumbled up in my vocation too - as a singer and a worship leader, the voice is essential. Whenever I get sick and can't sing, it breaks something in me. I feel useless. If there's a particular issue we feel strongly about, but the powers that be aren't really listening, we can even start to feel like our voices don't really matter. That's when sin and anxiety try to creep in and speak for us. Sin is wanting to mute everyone else so that we alone can be heard. This works great for Zoom meetings (efficiency-minded introverts, unite!)....

Y'all, I love to eat. I've tried "dieting" but my desire to look a certain way has never been stronger than my desire to enjoy food. I am unapologetically hungry for gathering and feasting with my people. I love a home-curated menu. Decadent trays of charcuterie and glasses of wine preluding a fresh-off-the-oven dish, filled in with sides contributed by all the guests, enjoyed around someone's table...passing this or that, filling and re-filling glasses, catching up and swapping stories. Top it off with a fabulous dessert and retreating to the living room with a night-cap in hand, and you've just described my kind of evening. I also love going out. I love experiencing a menu as it was meant to be experienced. No modifications, no substitutions. My husband rolls his eyes at me for liking "fancier" places (and I'm not talking about 5-star dining here, just anything slightly "elevated"). For him it's mainly about sustenance, at a reaso...