Hello faithful readers,
The “cold” has finally reached Houston, and honestly, I’m delighted. I’d be happy if it stuck around for three more months! Of course, in true Houston fashion, by the time I finished typing this newsletter, we were already back in the 70s, which I suppose is still better than the 80s in December.
I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and are feeling the joy and anticipation of Christmas drawing near.
Over Thanksgiving break, I loved the extra sleep and slower pace, and I’m hoping Christmas brings more moments of rest and time with family. But I’ll be honest—lately my heart has felt a bit distant from the thankfulness and joy that usually come so easily this time of year. It feels like I’ve misplaced some of the “magic” I used to sense as a child. More deeply, I’ve felt somewhat disconnected from life, though I can’t quite pinpoint why.
This morning (12/5), during my quiet time, I wrote:
“I want to feel connected to life. I want to be done with this half-life. I long for joy, hope, security, peace, completeness… not out of doubt, but because something feels missing.
I am struggling.
What is it?
Lord, is it You I’m missing?
Lord, I have You—You are my Savior. How much I need You. You are my hope, my security, my sanity. I’d be nothing without You. You created the heavens and the earth… and somehow decided the world needed me, too. You sent Your Son to live, die, and rise again so that all who call You Lord would have life in You.
Thank You—though these words barely feel adequate.
Lord, You are gracious, loving, trustworthy, and complete. You go before me and behind me.
I have You, but I need You more. I’m asking for Your wisdom, Your joy, and everything You desire to give me on this side of heaven.
Lord, capture my heart.
What do You desire from me, in me, and through me?
What do You want to teach me?”*
As I wrote, the lyrics of “In Christ Alone my hope is found” came to mind, and I prayed that those words would be more deeply true of my life.
I’m not entirely sure how to wrap up this blog post except to say: would you join me in that prayer?
Thank you, truly. And here’s to the cold weather lingering a little longer… and to the hope that God is already warming the places in my heart that feel a bit chilled.
Holding onto grace. *
*I feel the need to say the em dashes were not Chat GPT but how I actually wrote my prayers


