This past Saturday was Epiphany. It is a day that the church has historically marked to celebrate the revelation of Jesus as Savior, not just to the Hebrew (or Jewish) people but to the whole world. The moment in Jesus’ life most often used to celebrate Epiphany is the visit of the Magi, the wise men or three kings who traveled from far away to bring gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh to Jesus to worship Jesus as King. 

If you had told January 2023 Sam everything that would happen in the year ahead, she would have snorted with laughter. 2023 was a year of unexpected joy and unexpected grief. I experienced beautiful things like going on an Encounter Trip to El Salvador but also experienced the grief of losing family members unexpectedly. However, this year has shown me that letting Jesus into the unexpected can bring something beautiful from broken things.

I grew up without social media, cell phones, or the internet. The simplicity of that era meant that life was veiled; you had no idea what your friends were up to or if there was a big party you weren't invited to. Discovering such details was akin to playing the role of a detective searching for clues. Given the brokenness of my home life, my world revolved around friends and the need to have them all in my life. People and conversations fuel me, as I love bringing joy to others and desire the same for myself. Learning that people aren't exactly like me has been shocking and mostly disappointing. As an adult, God blessed me with a husband and a best friend who are both introverts - what a sense of humor He has. I used to think it was because I never gave them a chance to talk, but the truth is, I needed the perspective of people who I knew loved me.

Close your eyes for a moment and think of a one-word description of how you feel right now. I know, I know - you're reading, but just for a moment, take this time to get still and quiet - what comes to mind about how you feel? Many of us are challenged by the pace of our lives and the continuous bombardment of thoughts that race through our heads. So much so that we may default into a robotic stance of just trying to get through another day. Eventually, physical, emotional, and spiritual numbness can set in. 

For a writer, a blank page is both exciting and frightening. It offers freedom of inspiration as well as potential frustration. Even though there are endless opportunities to create, the possibility of finding yourself stuck is just as real. Today, in the first week of 2024, we find ourselves holding a journal with a bunch of blank pages and a pen. Nothing has been written so far.

We engage in the spiritual practices of stillness, prayer, and reflection not to shed more light on ourselves but to see ourselves in light of who Christ calls us to be and the full life He invites us to experience if we trust Him. Christ's love is abundant and never runs empty, so we are free to give it away. 

"Together" is not just a concept; it's a way of life that profoundly impacts us. We need each other to become the people God created us to be. It's in our togetherness that our lives are transformed, and the very life of God is exchanged among us as we give ourselves to one another. Our collective display of God's love is a powerful testimony to the world. In coming together, we bear the integrity of His image and the influence of His love. 

Our journey of transformation is not a one-time event but a continuous pursuit of Christ-likeness. Just as an artist meticulously sculpts a masterpiece, God shapes us to be reflections of His character.

As we stand on the threshold of a new year, our hearts are filled with hopes, desires, and dreams. We long for success, happiness, and fulfillment, and we're eager to set our goals and resolutions for the year to come. It's only natural to aspire to a brighter and better future, but as we do so, let us also remember the importance of surrendering our plans to God's will.

We find ourselves amid the tension of the messy middle - the space that resides between the year we've left behind and the one that is off on the horizon. It is here where we often get caught up in the trap of fixating on our destination or nostalgically holding onto days that have passed. It's precisely in this middle space that God extends a compelling question: "Why are you here?" It's not a rebuke or a judgment; rather, it's a gentle invitation for Him to engage with us, lavishing boundless compassion and grace.

The past year, with all its twists and turns, has been a journey of joy and challenge, victories and defeats. We've danced through the highs and trudged through the lows, and in the midst of it all, God has been weaving a story—a story uniquely ours. In the stillness of reflection, we uncover the hidden treasures of the past. It's like God's way of giving us a spiritual magnifying glass to examine the intricacies of our journey. As we revisit the moments that made our hearts sing and the ones that brought tears, patterns emerge—patterns that reveal God's hand at work.

For as much joy, beauty, and delight that took place over the past twelve months, there are places where we felt the sting that comes from spending our days living in a broken world. The echoes of the past year linger, leaving us with wounds—some visible, some hidden. There are those of us that 2023 served as a year marked by loss, adversity, suffering, and disappointment. In some way, these disappointments can feel like a death; something died within us - a dream, relationship, circumstance, etc.

From the beginning, God gave us a desire for delight and the means to experience it, so it’s no wonder that delight comes naturally to us. As humans, we are led by what we love! So it's not a question of if we delight, but what we delight in. All around us, there are things that spark joy, spur delight, and move us deeply.

In a world that moves at the speed of a swipe, we often allow our digital memories to languish in the cloud. Even though our lives are constantly documented through the lens of our smartphones, we tend to underestimate the powerful spiritual tool that resides right in our pockets. Our phones, with their vast collection of photographs and social media posts, are a digital scrapbook, capturing the moments that define our lives. In a way, they serve as a time machine.

As we stand on the threshold of a new year, it is a natural impulse to hit the pause button, to step back from the whirlwind of life's demands and take a moment to reflect. In the rush of modern existence, we often find ourselves swept away by the relentless currents of productivity and hustle culture, drowning out the quieter, more profound currents that run beneath the surface of our souls.

We often think peace comes from having everything just right—money, health, smooth relationships, a peaceful world. But Jesus flips that idea. He says real peace is found in trusting Him, not in perfect circumstances.

We are always on the go. We are engrained from very young to work faster and harder. Our schedules are jam-packed as we go from one activity to the next. If productivity becomes the marker of success and success is our ultimate goal, then the quicker we produce, the more success we enjoy.

Hallelujah, Jesus is born! It's time to pull out the mobile devices, snap the cutest picture of baby Jesus and Mary, and hit the send button to let the world know the true Messiah has arrived. Well, maybe that's how it would have been done today.

When our kids were younger, our fridge became a winter wonderland decked with jolly art. From glittery ornaments to handprint reindeer, these masterpieces were like little treasures. Displaying them brought us (and them) a daily dose of holiday happiness. 

Our girls would come home from school, often covered in glitter and paint, excited to show us their latest holiday masterpiece, then plead with us to find real estate on the fridge to display it. 

If you ever doubted you’ve been given influence, I present to you Exhibit A: Remy. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this fellow, he is the Elf that resides on our shelf during the holiday season. And, yes, for all you Pixar fans, he was indeed named after the cooking rat from the movie Ratatouille. I figured it was only fitting considering this elf rats out my kids’ bad behavior to the jolly old man living in the North Pole.