Tuesday, December 23, 2014

new beginnings.

Christmas Eve is one of my most favorite days of the year. It is a reminder to me of the brilliance and simple and unmatched beauty of a Father's plan to send a Son, cloaked in humanity and full of divinity, to redeem those who are His brothers and sisters. It is also a reminder to me of my shortcomings in the past year to draw near to Him who so perfectly drew near to the Father. It is through the Son that I return to the Father, in every way - and not just in the redemptive sense. I reach the Father's love through the Son, the Father's mercy through the Son, the Father's grace through the Son, and the Father's enabling powers through the Son.

It is difficult to put into words at the end of the year how I feel all at once blessed and at peace and beautiful while feeling completely overwhelmed with my own inadequacies to submit to a God who I claim and truly feel I love so much. But that is what Christmas is to me. It's feeling all of these things all at once. It's feeling like I'm everything to God, and nothing in comparison to Him. It's feeling closest to Him because He gave us His Son and so far away from being worthy to enter His kingdom.

What brings me understanding, however, is the example of one who seems to have felt these similar tuggings before the literal coming of the Savior into the world. It seems as though she who was Christ's first disciple felt the same measures of hope and humility that tend to flood my soul at this time of year.

Mary uttered, "How shall this be?" while still proclaiming, "I am the handmaid of the Lord." She praised God when meeting Elizabeth while recognizing her own status below, "My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has regarded the lowly state of his handmaiden."

She knew that she was chosen. She knew that she was doing a great work, that she would be honored and revered for her incredible and essential part in salvation, but she knew that she was only great because her Lord was great. Her humility was coupled with great hope of what she could be because of the glory of Who she carried inside her.

This time is a reminder to me that it is these dual feelings that make up my human experience in trying to come to God, in trying to understand what God wants for me, and in trying to move forward, be better, learn more, grow closer, and forsake more. As advent comes to a close, it is still crucial to remember that the next year is spent preparing for the next coming of the Lord and that I must make changes in order to really be ready for it. Christ let the world know through His birth that new beginnings were here with the hope of His life and love, and Christmas does the same for me. While I am aware of my failings, I know that there are new beginnings always because of Jesus Christ and that because of His mercy my successes and love for Him will be enough.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

oh hey, world.

I realize it's been months since I last posted.

This is honestly because I've been really busy living my life and enjoying every single gosh-darn morsel of it.

The past year has drawn me closer to my Father in Heaven than I feel I have ever been...closer to Him through prayer, through study, through introspection, through drawing closer to and loving His Son, and through trying to understand and love those around me better.

Also in the past six months I started dating the most wonderful human I have ever known.  This has been more of the reason for the scant posting than the first thing, which has led me to lots of journal writing, just not on the blogosphere.  Because I'm really excited about this relationship, I'm actually not going to make our goings on public on here, cause, well, I like that we have some things just between us.

I also started law school! It's not as hard as I thought it would be, but it is even more detail-centric and awfully time-consuming than I imagined.  Also, contracts are not my favorite juice.  I honestly just don't understand why people can't just promise something and do it.  Honesty, people. Honesty.

My family is wonderful, as always. And I am blessed that they are so incredibly supportive of me in all my endeavors.

I figured I would post today because the cutest little new nugget just entered our family at a whopping 10 pounds 4 ounces! (Gooooooooo Kimi!!!)  I'm excited that Miss Noelle is here with us.  Here's a little video from Kid President to welcome you into the world. :)

Sunday, June 29, 2014

o my soul.

Shake your chains to the Earth
And rise up with the dawn
O my soul

Each step
A living prayer
And we never walk alone

Lift up your eyes
Take back your sight
And shake your chains to the Earth

O my soul

Wednesday, June 11, 2014


Inspired by and dedicated to my little niece, Eliana.

I just want to give the whole world a hug,
Wrap them in my arms and cling to each person,
Let them know I love them, God loves them, and
We are all one.
I just want to dance in a circle with everyone alive,
Holding hands and spinning around,
Look into everyone's eyes and
Let them know each one is beautiful, perfect, and
Cherished always.
I just want to give each person I meet, and even those I don't,
A flower picked from a newly blooming field,
Remind them they are noticed by me and their Maker,
That they are unique, yes, but also made of the same stuff as everyone else.

But that it's that same stuff that makes me want to
Hug them,
Hold them,
Love them,
Accept them,
Nurture them,
Sing with them,
Shout with them,
Mourn with them,
Frolick with them,
Be with them always.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

finding the Son.

This Easter I've been thinking a lot.  Mostly about the power I feel from believing in the resurrected Christ, in my Savior who walked the Earth again, in the love and mercy that He personified by coming back to us after living how He did.

It is through these reflections that I have come to ponder on the power of His return, and the peace it brought to this Earth.  It changed everything.  And what I think it has meant for me, in particular this Easter, is to recognize how it has changed everything for me.

In church today a brother quoted a poem whose author wrote, "The one who rose was I."  This is how the resurrection has changed everything for me.  Through Christ's resurrection, I too rise, we too rise.  Not only my body after death, but my spirit in this life above that which could bog me down.  Christ's resurrection is the wing upon which my soul takes flight.  It makes possible for me a different world, one where we do not focus on judging others and scorning them, but on loving them and embracing them.  While, like Mary at His empty tomb, I have wept at what seemed like the separation of myself from my Savior, at his apparent departure, I know that in reality He has always been there waiting on me and helping me find sanctification in times of deep sadness and loneliness.  He is the constant presence in my life, and while I have not seen, I believe.  I know He is there, I know that He rose, and I pray that, like Mary, I would know Him with just one spoken word.  He is my Lord, and I have felt His comfort and grace when I have asked and often when I haven't.  There is little I know for myself in this world, but I do know of His constancy in my life.  He will never leave me, and His resurrection teaches me that I can find peace and empowerment in this.  Because of Him, I am.

I hope that all of you have a beautiful Sabbath day, and that, even if you do not believe in His divinity, you can learn of the possibilities of new beginnings, of rising above oneself and the world, and of happiness that comes through choosing a higher way of living from Jesus' life.

"With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible." (Matthew 19:26)

Sunday, March 23, 2014

three little trees.

There was a small tree and a small tree and a really, really, really tiny tree.

The really, really, tiny tree decided to go to his grandmother's house like in Little Red Riding Hood and he took his grandmother's gingerbread cookies.

That's the end.

By Eliana

Painting by Rosemary Cotnoir

Sunday, March 16, 2014


when I see myself

I don't see Me.

I see a

A me who
gave too much and
asked too little or
asked too much and
didn't give enough.


whenever I see this me
I know I can
       sew up

my skin and mind and soul and
and fill back up
and be Me again


I choose to drink up
the love of my Jesus.

For it is only
He who knows
how to unfold me into something
          Beautiful again.