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Author Archives: Elea Lee
Best friend, period.
When God started to tell me to help my husband start a small clinic in the middle of the pandemic, I argued with Him.
I loved being a stay-at-home mom.
I loved being with my kids all the time.
But in the end, God won out and what a blessing!
More on that in bits and pieces, but for now—if Jesus is telling you to do something hard and out of your comfort zone, listen to Him.
He is the best friend a girl can have
He is the best friend, period.
Life among the human walkers
At dusk they emerge, fluffy and enthusiastic, humans in tow
The dogs of Southbank, beneath surviving trees,
Walk their humans
Who, Lord knows, need their daily circumambulations.
Last Breath
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2025/mar/04/bottom-north-sea-running-out-air-no-hope-rescue
Dearest,
I stumbled onto the documentary version of this story last night and counted myself blessed that I could watch a YouTube clip about the story with the crucial information that he survived.
Many dive stories do not have such relief-washed denouements.
It is hard to see just “lucky” when Lemons’ story seems to be awash with signs of miraculous interventions.
He did not get shredded by the manifold.
He was able to locate the manifold in profound darkness.
His body was moving in ways that signaled to others that he was still alive when he was already unconscious.
He was revived with two rescue breaths.
He sustained no brain damage.
He is, whatever else you might say, a full medical miracle.
Yet this story hinges on many miracles—the men on the boat, manual overrides, training in a crisis, the efficacy of the ROV, the race against time.
You want, we all need, someone who keeps searching for us when hope seems lost.
Mark 5:38-43 KJV
[38] And he cometh to the house of the ruler of the synagogue, and seeth the tumult, and them that wept and wailed greatly. [39] And when he was come in, he saith unto them, Why make ye this ado, and weep? the damsel is not dead, but sleepeth. [40] And they laughed him to scorn. But when he had put them all out, he taketh the father and the mother of the damsel, and them that were with him, and entereth in where the damsel was lying. [41] And he took the damsel by the hand, and said unto her, Talitha cumi; which is, being interpreted, Damsel, I say unto thee, arise. [42] And straightway the damsel arose, and walked; for she was of the age of twelve years. And they were astonished with a great astonishment. [43] And he charged them straitly that no man should know it; and commanded that something should be given her to eat.
That Divine Motherboard
My father was a helicopter pilot. That meant that from a young age, I was familiar with what a helicopter cockpit looked like.
I remember distinctly being very young and having a nightly prayer sesh. I fully acknowledged (at that time) that God had A LOT of buttons and levers to man in order to keep the universe clicking.
He therefore could not be expected to respond personally to me.
Wrong.
Turns out He is Omni-everything and can respond to each individual supplicant while keeping breath in our lungs and making baby turtles adorable.
In fact, the opposite is true. It is not God who is too busy to respond to us, it is we who become too concerned with the buttons and levers of our busy lives to wrest the time from it all
To be still and know
That He is God
And we are loved
Beyond measure.
John 20 and 21
I was tempted to ask her
Is this for a party? Or a group home?
Exactly the things they presume about me
Soda, a bottle of bleach, lots of toilet paper, a tray of 36 eggs, I wondered idly if they were made more dear because of the cull?
Why do you have to kill them?
Would none of them survive?
We are all humans
Standing in line
The beautiful woman in suspenders sings to us all
After she really did go the extra mile
I construct a tee shirt in my head with all the defamatory words spoken about me by strangers
Wear them like badges, girl
Your shelter was a Man
On a Cross
You look for Him everywhere but it is not enough
Give me that Living Water, Sir!
What lies beneath
https://www.bbc.com/culture/article/20250221-eight-portraits-found-hidden-inside-masterpieces
The one that haunts me the most Is the picture of Jesus, bound and dying, standing next to a corpulent Pilate, covering the upside down figure of an ordinary man.
A painter’s recycled canvas delineates the only viable story of salvation in human history.
Jesus’ sacrifice is painted over our ordinary, flawed, upside down lives.
His perfect life and horrifying death covers us.
Forever.
To lay down His Life for a friend…
He made them homes
Exodus 1:17-21 KJV
[17] But the midwives feared God, and did not as the king of Egypt commanded them, but saved the men children alive. [18] And the king of Egypt called for the midwives, and said unto them, Why have ye done this thing, and have saved the men children alive? [19] And the midwives said unto Pharaoh, Because the Hebrew women are not as the Egyptian women; for they are lively, and are delivered ere the midwives come in unto them. [20] Therefore God dealt well with the midwives: and the people multiplied, and waxed very mighty. [21] And it came to pass, because the midwives feared God, that he made them houses.
Home
“Our Father, who art in Heaven”
Intermittently, over the last few years, I have watched HGTV shows and Youtube videos documenting tiny homes, people who live in vans and Teslas, home makeovers, and a variety of home tours of the rich and famous.
All of them generally have the same affect on me—they make me grateful for my current home and they remind me that Jesus has told us that he is preparing places for us to “dwell” in heaven, forever.
I chafe at the translation of “dwelling” into “mansions,” not because God is not capable of building mansions, but because most mansions I have seen are not designed for the big, sprawling foster family that Jesus seems to rep for.
He kinda told one potential follower that he was homeless.
He was a carpenter but did not build himself a home.
Once, when I lived in a messy old house on the coast, I had a realization—Heaven could be pretty pared down in the “fixings” as long as the people who sat on the back porch with you were your treasures.
We are God’s treasure. He longs to spend time with us and he rewards those who long to spend time with him.
He is who is in heaven
He makes his art there, and I have little doubt that heaven will amaze us.
Those who long for it, as they long for him, will find it oddly familiar—a place full of comfort, “for the healing of the nations.”
Dad wants all his kiddos to come home, so he makes a place for them.
Carrying Light 