Author: Kayfromhome
-
I don’t regret growing up non-Christian
I boast in my weakness, not because I take pride in who I’ve been, or what I’ve done. I’m not so proud of where I’ve been, so much as I am proud of how far He went to reach me… And how far He’s taken me since.
-
Whatever You Feed, Grows
There’s a principle at work in this world that is very similar to, “You reap what you sow.” And that’s, whatever you feed, grows.
-
Feelings Are Not King
Christians, if indeed, Jesus is King, then our feelings cannot take His place. In fact, they must not. We must not let them. For our own sake and for His glory.
-
I just wanna go home
My heart cries out for home, but as a wayfaring wanderer, my rootless soul doesn’t recognize “home” as a single place. What a joy and a devastation to love and be loved in so many places. Where is home? Where should home be? Is home the place where people knew me best then, or where…
-
“When God Asks for Mercy” by Tabatha Beiser
…in the depths of sin, He provides a way to wholeness and freedom again through ultimate sacrifice.
-
Suffering in the Hands of a Holy God
In the midst of the chaos, the social-injustice and the tragic, the world often begs the question: “If God is a good God, why do bad things happen to good people?”
-
When Leaving LifePoint
I firmly believe that being at LifePoint church has salvaged what was left of my hope in salvation.
-
Nostalgic about Niches: A Friday night musing captured
Have you ever walked through a door, entered a room and felt instantly at home? There, in that place, the stresses of the day melt away. Whatever happened up until the moment you stepped over that threshold fades to distant murmurs in the background, and serene feelings of peace wrap around you like a well-worn blanket. You…
-
Dear Pastor, Your Platform is Your Pulpit
Last week, I was scrolling through Facebook (my obvious first mistake), when I came across a comment that made my blood boil a little more than the usual rubbish. This is not an attack on you. I know you are human. Yes, of course you are human. Human and weak; fragile and filled with mistakes…
kayfromhome 