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Permanent Marks of His Grace

Permanent Marks of His Grace

I’ve always loved Easter. As a child, it represented a general time of joy through community, celebration inundated with pastel colors and pleasant reminders that Spring had finally arrived. Over the years and into adulthood, as I reflected more upon Lent and what the cross meant to me personally, it was a time where my faith was renewed and strengthened.  But with the exception of Emma and Olive’s infant baptisms on Easter Sunday in 2009 and 2012, this time of year remained just that - general times of blessing, where nothing significant really stood out. Where no permanent mark was made in my life. Nothing I’d expect to remember for years or decades to come.

That changed last year.

A Good, Good Father

A Good, Good Father

Three months ago, I moved across the world to Korea. Coming here was daunting to say the least – resigning from a job I loved, leaving a supportive work community and a loving church family, saying goodbye to my brother, relatives, my friends, and our pets were not easy. There were many tears shed. But strangely, through the entire process and transition, I knew and felt God walking beside me. Whether it was through conversations with friends and family or the myriad of details in the complex moving process falling right into place, God continually reminded me that He was taking care of me.