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Alia Joy

a student of grace, seeking wonder, becoming fluent in the language of hope

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  • The Fluency of Hope

    My word of the day app keeps opening to the word fenestrated. I look up the definition because while I consider myself well read, fenestrated is a jumble of foreign syllables to me. It says provided with a window or windows. I look out the windows. The dark still awaits the break of dawn and… [Continue Reading]

    The Fluency of Hope
  • A Moment to Remember: Battling Shame, Envy, and Comparison

    This past summer, when (in)courage announced that its annual retreat for its writers would be in Cancun, my first thought wasn’t, how generous or I can’t believe I’m going to an ocean with warm water. I didn’t think, I have never been to a resort, or on a vacation like this. I didn’t think how amazing it would be… [Continue Reading]

    A Moment to Remember: Battling Shame, Envy, and Comparison
  • Considering It Joy: An (in)courage Post

    I am spectacularly clumsy. I have been known to fall over just standing because I am delicate and graceful like that, so while I was in Kenya, I had to pay close attention to my feet in relation to the world around me. I traveled from an insulated world where possible injury comes with prerequisite… [Continue Reading]

    Considering It Joy: An (in)courage Post
  • When Everything Feels Too Frivolous or Urgent: A GraceTable Post

    I’ve been mostly absent from social media for the past few months. I come and go but mostly I’ve been offline trying to live into my present. Living in the now is no small task. We are a people of anticipation or we are a people of despair. As people who believe in Christ, hope… [Continue Reading]

    When Everything Feels Too Frivolous or Urgent: A GraceTable Post
  • When We Don’t Want Others To Belong: A Mudroom Post

    I’m looking for spaces that are a homecoming. I’m realizing it’s not easy to find places of true belonging and it’s even harder to be a person who offers it. I don’t know a single person who doesn’t want to belong, but I know many who want to disconnect, to distance, to separate and divide.… [Continue Reading]

    When We Don’t Want Others To Belong: A Mudroom Post
  • Living Wholeheartedly Today: An (in)courage Post

    We’re cleaning out the garage and moving boxes up to the attic so I’ve been tasked with sorting through them. I get sidetracked with a box of photo albums from the old days when we actually got pictures developed and took the time to paste the best ones in books instead of just scrolling through… [Continue Reading]

    Living Wholeheartedly Today: An (in)courage Post
  • Live Interrupted: A GraceTable Post

    In the last few weeks my heart has taken to skipping beats again. The lub dub lub dub that pounds faithfully hour after hour now has a new rhythm. Like a jump start, a thick thud lands in my chest, sometimes making me cough like someone has thumped their first against my sternum. I had… [Continue Reading]

    Live Interrupted: A GraceTable Post
  • Withhold Nothing: An Incourage Post

      “Don’t ask me to leave you and turn back. Wherever you go, I will go; wherever you live, I will live. Your people will be my people, and your God will be my God. Wherever you die, I will die, and there I will be buried. May the Lord punish me severely if I… [Continue Reading]

    Withhold Nothing: An Incourage Post
  • When I Am Bipolar

    I hold the small red pill between my thumb and forefinger. It’s miniscule. Maybe a third the size of a breath mint. I’ve already taken my antidepressant faithfully, as I always do. I habitually gulp down the rest of my pills but this one I take last, because it’s so small. There was the time… [Continue Reading]

    When I Am Bipolar
  • Carry Me to Jesus: When We’re the Answer to Someone’s Prayers

    I fell out of a chair and re-injured my ankle. The same ankle that’s been giving me grief for years and often flares up, leaving me limping and in pain. Let’s not discuss how it’s even possible to fall out of a chair while sitting. I’d like to think I have the grace and agility… [Continue Reading]

    Carry Me to Jesus: When We’re the Answer to Someone’s Prayers

When Everything Feels Too Frivolous or Urgent: A GraceTable Post

September 25, 2017 By Alia Joy

I’ve been mostly absent from social media for the past few months. I come and go but mostly I’ve been offline trying to live into my present. Living in the now is no small task. We are a people of anticipation or we are a people of despair. As people who believe in Christ, hope is our native tongue but we often struggle to translate that language to the world. It’s not enough to just hope we get beamed out of here when the world goes up in flames. We’re a people of a coming Kingdom, we must …

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Filed Under: Love Letters, Relationship, Story, Suffering, Writing

When We Don’t Want Others To Belong: A Mudroom Post

July 25, 2017 By Alia Joy

I’m looking for spaces that are a homecoming. I’m realizing it’s not easy to find places of true belonging and it’s even harder to be a person who offers it. I don’t know a single person who doesn’t want to belong, but I know many who want to disconnect, to distance, to separate and divide. Myself included. It seems antithetical but it’s actually the way we most often experience belonging- by separation. I am a big fan of “me too” moments. It’s one of the reasons I feel most called to write …

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Filed Under: Relationship, Story, Suffering, Writing Tagged With: belonging, Church, community, grace

Living Wholeheartedly Today: An (in)courage Post

July 24, 2017 By Alia Joy

We’re cleaning out the garage and moving boxes up to the attic so I’ve been tasked with sorting through them. I get sidetracked with a box of photo albums from the old days when we actually got pictures developed and took the time to paste the best ones in books instead of just scrolling through Instagram. I sit for a long while thumbing through the pages, remembering. It’s difficult to live in the present. I’m often nostalgic for the past. I’ll think back to the times when life seemed more …

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Filed Under: Story Tagged With: dreams, Faith, story

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Hi, I’m Alia Joy

INFJ and Enneagram 4w5…so it’s complicated. Wife and mom, coffee-dependent, grace saved, cynical idealist learning fluency in her native tongue, the language of hope. My pen is my weapon of choice to fight off the darkness when depression looms, it is my compass for navigating my messy mind, my even messier heart. Writing is my wilderness and my home. I write the reminders to find my way back to the heart of God. I write to feel God’s pleasure.

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