“If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.”
~ C.S. Lewis
There are moments when the ordinary world seems to whisper of something more. A porch waiting to be swept. A garden after the rain. A winding road. A stream hidden among the trees. A candle still giving light long after the flame has faded. Small things. Familiar things. Yet somehow they leave us longing for a beauty we cannot quite name.
The Smoldering Wick is a place for those quiet moments. Here you will find reflections on faith, home, work, family, beauty, and the everyday experiences through which God gently shapes our hearts. They are simple stories about ordinary days and the grace that often hides within them.
Each post begins with something small—a broom, a puzzle, a porch, a journey—and follows the thread toward something deeper. Together, they explore the slow work of becoming: learning to notice, to trust, to persevere, and to find Christ in places we might otherwise overlook.
The name The Smoldering Wick comes from Isaiah’s promise that the Lord does not despise weakness:
“A bruised reed He will not break, and a smoldering wick He will not quench.” (Isaiah 42:3)
For those who feel unfinished, weary, uncertain, or simply in need of encouragement, may these words be a reminder that God is patient with His people. He is still at work. He is still tending the flame.
Thank you for stopping by. I hope you find something here that helps you see His presence a little more clearly in your own ordinary life.
✧ The Smoldering Wick ✧
“Do not be too easily discouraged. Perhaps by God’s grace our imperfections can be made the material for His work: to show His power and mercy. The self you loathe is neither the real you (but only a temporary cloud which will vanish) nor yet a real thing at all (like sin itself, it has no true substance: it is merely a failure to be something, a hole where something should be). It may be that when we no longer bear it we shall be astonished to see what a mere nothing it was. God knows what a wretched machine you are trying to drive. Keep on. Do what you can. One day (perhaps in another world, but perhaps far sooner than that) He will fling it on the scrapheap and give you a new one. And then you may astonish us all—not least yourself.”