{abba's girl. fearless & fiercely loved.} by kezia lewis
Writing about my walk as Abba's girl. Celebrating and sharing Jesus to others.
A Personal Reflection on Matthew 25:1-13 Read Matthew 25:1-13 I am a teacher. To think ahead is my inclination, and though my classes seldom unfold as I intend, I never go to one without a plan. Planning is my least favorite part of teaching. Nonetheless, I do it because it primes me for any scenario, … Continue reading Matthew 25:1-13: Are We Ready?
Palm Sunday The Messiah’s (Anointed One) own people expected him to arrive as a conquering King arrayed in glory, in a display of power, who would defeat their enemies through might and force. Instead, the unexpected happened; it confounded everyone, including those closest to him. Good Friday Betrayed, abandoned, mocked, and regarded as a criminal—the … Continue reading Haiku: A Passion Week Series
Born of the Spirit: My TestimonyDarkness was what I mastered. In its guile, I drifted. On its terrains, I rested. Its cheap sway, I fostered. Bid others, “Come join me in its pursuits.” But I was turned to rubble,thrown into a hollow. Life, then, was ceaseless sorrow, trapped in constant struggle. Agony endured; I could … Continue reading Born of the Spirit: My Testimony
A Personal Reflection on Matthew 20:1-16 Read: Matthew 20:1-16 When I immigrated to the United States, I went to a small town on the East Coast from one of the biggest, busiest cities in the Philippines. Life in my city of over a million people was not easy. It demanded a considerable amount of hard … Continue reading Matthew 20: Offensive Generosity
Swahili is an African language spoken in Kenya. After I introduced myself to a new Kenyan friend during our recent trip to Kibera in Nairobi, he replied, “You have a beautiful name. Do you know what it means in Swahili?” I shook my head and said, “No, what does it mean?” He said, “Kezia (pronounced … Continue reading Kesha: How God Spoke to Me Through My Name in Africa
A Personal Reflection on Matthew 12:1-8 Read Matthew 12:1-8 I confess: Whenever I read this passage, my usual inclination is to agree with the Pharisees, who were quick to criticize Jesus for violating the Sabbath. I identify with how they felt witnessing Jesus and His disciples go against the established law of their time. I … Continue reading Jesus, The Ultimate Rest
I feel a great deal of angst staring at a blank page. I have been at this since this morning, frantic and uneasy on how to write about my year 2018. It’s now three in the afternoon; ah, what to say? It was a good year. It was a hard year. 2018 began with a … Continue reading 2018: A Personal Reflection
Christianity Is Easy The clouds were hanging over us as a mass of darkness threatening to overtake all of Krabi. We raced to our car to escape being drenched in its rage. It was a Friday morning. Jason was set to meet a friend in Ao Nang (the nearby beach town) for breakfast and a … Continue reading The Weight Of Grace
No, He Wouldn’t
I am not sure when I first heard this encouragement: God will never give you more than you can bear. He will give you only what you can handle.
In the early years of my walk with Jesus, I found these words comforting especially in times when it seems like I couldn’t really go on anymore. I even began dispensing the same pep talk to friends who go through tough times. Continue reading “Will God Give Me More Than I Can Bear?”
I did it again. I bought a dress.
I couldn’t help it. It was so cheap.
I didn’t need it.
Me and dresses, we have this thing going on. They are not to disturb me and steal my attention away. They are to look bland and utterly ugly in their little corner at the store while I go buy my groceries. Yet there they are, just a few steps away from where the vegetables are, beckoning me with their pretty colors, adorable laces, and insignificant details visible only to me.
They never stop looking so bright and interesting. I have to muster all control to ignore them entirely.
Once in a while, I’d succeed without ever looking at one dress. Occasionally, I’d fail and try a dress or two. Other times, I’d fail with honors and arrive home with a dress in my bag of groceries.
Tonight, I failed with honors. I brought dinner home with a dress in the bag.
I know what you’re thinking. There is nothing wrong with buying a dress or two. I agree with you.
Except, my closet disagrees. Continue reading “Me and Dresses”
{abba's girl. fearless & fiercely loved.} by kezia lewis 