In another “life” (indulge me)…I would…

Work for National Geographic as e a travel photographer and writer, able to drop and go at a moment’s notice and embrace the beauty, sorrow, and wonder of this world that God has so majestically hand-crafted.

Live in a loft apartment in Boston and live the “city life”. I would bring my non-existent iPad to the local Starbucks and “work” while enjoying my COC (coffee of choice).

Live on the beach in the Caribbean performing some inane job, like hair braiding, henna tattooing, or some other meaningless task. But I would be one of the locals. I would only wear flip flops. Or be bare foot.

Backpack the world on foot (with the exception of Antarctica or anywhere else cold on a continual basis. I despise winter).  (Maybe this is the same as my traveling photographer life?)

Begin surfing at a very young age and be good enough to enter professional competitions.

Take ballet lessons. (What?! I know…)

Be a nature expert in the Amazon and hang out with the tribes….though I would probably stay clothed. Maybe not. It would depend on whether or not this particular life included post childbirth body.

Serve as a missionary nurse to third world countries and administer the gift of compassion that God has bestowed upon me to the hurting and ill.

Meet my sponsored Compassion child, Dallana.

Be an astronaut and explore the mystery of the heavens from above our atmosphere.

I acknowledge that a lot of my “would be’s” are totally pointless and selfish.  These other “lives” aren’t to say that I am not content with the one I have now.  I am grateful for my God, my family, my friends, and the opportunities and experiences He has allowed into my life. He gave us imaginations for a reason. There is a longing for something inside of all of us, for something more, something different, something better. It’s gotta be heaven.

Despite the abundance of lie we have on this Earth with Christ as our Living God, we know deep down inside of us that it will not be completely filled until we see Him and are with Him for eternity.

From the lyrics of Matt Redman (and others who have sang this song of Praise:

“Take the world, but give me Jesus
You’re the treasure in this life
Take the world, but give me Jesus
Is my cry”






all is stripped away

I stood at the kitchen sink last night peeling the skin of an apple for my oldest son. He loves apples but hates the skin. He also doesn’t like the “yucky parts” where the apple is bruised from being mishandled or past it’s ripening date. After peeling the apple, I inspect it for “yucky parts” and dig them out with the tip of the peeler. The flesh of the apple ends up with mini craters, perhaps not the most appealing to look at, but nevertheless meets my son’s approval for consumption.

As I watched the red strips fall one by one into the sink, it occurred to me that God does the same with our lives. We all walk around with a facade; our “people” face so that others may not reject us (or perhaps we won’t reject ourselves). As we place our trust in Christ, he begins to peel away this mask and uncover the bruised spots of our hearts. We all have them. Whether these bruises are caused by our own sin or the sin of another, they continue to rot us “to the core” if we allow them to. Without Christ to dig out our imperfections, hurts, fear, sin, and so on, we will remain covered in spots. The alternative is to allow Him to do what only He can do: the work of forgiving, healing, and restoration. We may be left looking less than perfect, but we now have approval in the eye’s of the Father. Despite our pock-marked appearance, we can rest in Him knowing that only He can repair the damage in our hearts.

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.”

1 Corinthians 5:17