Peace is not found in getting to where you think you need to be, but rather looking at each step, focusing only on that step, and then…

embracing the temporary
by Chantel on February 14, 2012 in Singleness & Trust
I’m not married today. So today I am called to be single. Today my responsibility is to glorify God through my willing acceptance of my singleness.
We need to learn to embrace the temporary as temporary, neither fretting at our current state nor stubbornly deciding it will never change.

the life of love
by Chantel on February 9, 2012 in Love & Marriage
God is the life of love, the source of miracles, the meaning of happiness. And life is a gift, love is a miracle, and Your grace, O Lord, is enough.

not about what you call it
by Chantel on February 7, 2012 in Love & Marriage
Courtship is not about what you call it. It is not even about how you do it… The word courtship is subject to definition. Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, does not need any definition. If you’re looking for a DTR, there it is, right in Ephesians 4:32.

Tomorrow
by Chantel on January 20, 2012 in Prayer & Devotion
I sat alone in the moonlight,
And thought me of today-
Of the joys and the sorrows
That had come along the way…

this new year
by Chantel on January 9, 2012 in Prayer & Devotion
I don’t really know what Twenty-Twelve is going to look like. Sometimes that both thrills me and terrifies me a little. But now, in the dawning of this new year, these are the kinds of things things I want to choose. I can’t change circumstances, but I can choose to find beauty and to trust Him with the future. This is where I want my focus.

While Shepherds Watched
by Chantel on December 25, 2011 in Prayer & Devotion
Cool and clear was the night
That shepherds watched their sheep;
Up in fields on yonder hills,
While in the valley Bethlehem lay asleep…

here we come a-caroling
by Chantel on December 22, 2011 in Ministry & Missions
Winter was never my favorite of the seasons, but my family and I eagerly looked forward to the days after Thanksgiving when we would fill our long evenings with baking banana bread and packing up little bags of cheer to share with our neighbors near and far at Christmas time.
The nights were often windy and the cold was good at finding any little crack to creep into, even if you dressed up like a snowman with parkas and mittens and scarves.




































