You can't claim to love God, but hate or ignore those made in His image. A bite-sized blog.
An Open Letter to the Tired, Discouraged Ministry Leader
Dear ministry leader, I know it’s hard. (Try not to shake your head, roll your eyes and say, “You have no idea.”) I may not understand your situation fully, but I have a concept. I know what it feels like when God gives you a vision and it burns brightly inside of you. You want to … Continue reading An Open Letter to the Tired, Discouraged Ministry Leader
When Fear Strikes Again
Last month I had a panic attack. It was a full blown, heart pumping, blood rushing, fists clenching, freak-out. To feel like you have no control over your own mind and body is a scary thing. I would have screamed if there had been enough breath in my lungs. I forgot how excruciating anxiety can be. … Continue reading When Fear Strikes Again
I meant to be thinner for my wedding.
I was going to start working out 6 months before, because I was going to have a killer body for the honeymoon...
PSA: 2 Weeks Out
This is a public service announcement that I am getting married in TWO WEEKS. So, I apologize for the unintentional hiatus. To make up for my absence... An update. Some Current Events: I'm almost all the way in to my new apartment! You know, except for the living there full time part. Loving shout out … Continue reading PSA: 2 Weeks Out
“Does Not Rejoice in Evil,” by Joel Huna
It's easy to want to rejoice when the bad guy gets what he's due. But love doesn't take pleasure in the pain of others.
Does Not Insist on Having Its Own Way
I used to say that I didn't mind admitting when I was wrong—if it ever happened. But that's not true.
Keeps No Record of Wrongs
Keeping no records of wrongs means agreeing to live with the consequences of another's sinful behavior.
I am not a biblical lover.
At the core of who I am, I am petty and spiteful; impatient and unkind.
Lonely Hearts Club
I used to be that person. The person who ever so noticeably avoided the candy aisle around mid-February, and who sometimes ate drive through tacos alone on Fridays. I was the girl who talked herself into going on bad dates because I was afraid of dying alone. I dreaded any functions that required me to … Continue reading Lonely Hearts Club
