My favorite age so far — hers and mine.

My favorite age so far — hers and mine.

I believed a lie that if I didn’t feel Him, He w

I believed a lie that if I didn’t feel Him, He wasn’t there. I believed it was my job to manufacture and produce positive feelings about God. And I believed if I had to tell myself something was true but I didn’t feel it to be true, then that belief wasn’t authentic enough and God would be disappointed in my lack of faith.

I had fashioned a golden calf of what God could do for me, how He could bless me with feelings of closeness.

This idolatry created places of control and anxiety in me.

I depended more on how I felt about God than I depended on God Himself. I trusted my ability to maintain a sense of closeness to Him (my definition of it) instead of trusting Him alone.

// new blog post //

I apologize to the car owners for the Oreo hand pr

I apologize to the car owners for the Oreo hand prints you might find.

@kiokeebaptistchurch #CruiseIn2021

I would put one in the bucket, she would put it in

I would put one in the bucket, she would put it in her mouth.

Serious about donuts.

Serious about donuts.

Easily one of my (surprising) favorite things abou

Easily one of my (surprising) favorite things about moving to Appling is going to the post office. We don’t have a mailbox, so we stop by often.

I read headlines of hate and hear words of great strife, and I know it’s real, but if I’m not careful, I’ll start to believe what I read on the internet is *all* that there is.

I’ve had so many random, sweet conversations while waiting in line. I hear strangers making conversations with others based on an event t-shirt or military hat or insurance company woe. Stories. Kindness. Questions. Jokes.

Life is challenging and joyous, orderly and messy, as are people. Imperfect, but not inhuman.

I only see a tiny part, but it’s enough to make me smile and to throw more hope onto Jesus Christ to keep making us new.

Y’all. I picked this dress out for my senior pho

Y’all. I picked this dress out for my senior photos when I was graduating from high school. And I wore it today.

When you love it, you love it? 😆

Same girl, and yet different girl.
Same curls, new joys + struggles.
Same creativity, diverse dreams.
Same Jesus, deeper faith.

God cannot change but I can... Hallelujah.

Anyone have high school things that have made it into adulthood?

Goodbye baby, hello toddler.

Goodbye baby, hello toddler.

I say I want an ocean amount of God but I only hol

I say I want an ocean amount of God but I only hold up a 5 gallon bucket for Him to fill.

The more space we make, the more we can receive, the more we enjoy, the more we can pour out.

The spiritual habits (and dependence on the Holy Spirit) we cultivate will continually make room for more of God. The overflow of that ‘more’ is your ministry, discipleship, work and fun.

Is it crazy to say I want us to be people carrying around an ocean inside instead of just a coffee cup to offer refreshment to the thirsty world around us?

May our giving not exceed our receiving. May our pouring out never exceed our being filled.

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My favorite age so far — hers and mine.

My favorite age so far — hers and mine.

I believed a lie that if I didn’t feel Him, He w

I believed a lie that if I didn’t feel Him, He wasn’t there. I believed it was my job to manufacture and produce positive feelings about God. And I believed if I had to tell myself something was true but I didn’t feel it to be true, then that belief wasn’t authentic enough and God would be disappointed in my lack of faith.

I had fashioned a golden calf of what God could do for me, how He could bless me with feelings of closeness.

This idolatry created places of control and anxiety in me.

I depended more on how I felt about God than I depended on God Himself. I trusted my ability to maintain a sense of closeness to Him (my definition of it) instead of trusting Him alone.

// new blog post //

I apologize to the car owners for the Oreo hand pr

I apologize to the car owners for the Oreo hand prints you might find.

@kiokeebaptistchurch #CruiseIn2021

I would put one in the bucket, she would put it in

I would put one in the bucket, she would put it in her mouth.

Serious about donuts.

Serious about donuts.

Easily one of my (surprising) favorite things abou

Easily one of my (surprising) favorite things about moving to Appling is going to the post office. We don’t have a mailbox, so we stop by often.

I read headlines of hate and hear words of great strife, and I know it’s real, but if I’m not careful, I’ll start to believe what I read on the internet is *all* that there is.

I’ve had so many random, sweet conversations while waiting in line. I hear strangers making conversations with others based on an event t-shirt or military hat or insurance company woe. Stories. Kindness. Questions. Jokes.

Life is challenging and joyous, orderly and messy, as are people. Imperfect, but not inhuman.

I only see a tiny part, but it’s enough to make me smile and to throw more hope onto Jesus Christ to keep making us new.

Y’all. I picked this dress out for my senior pho

Y’all. I picked this dress out for my senior photos when I was graduating from high school. And I wore it today.

When you love it, you love it? 😆

Same girl, and yet different girl.
Same curls, new joys + struggles.
Same creativity, diverse dreams.
Same Jesus, deeper faith.

God cannot change but I can... Hallelujah.

Anyone have high school things that have made it into adulthood?

Goodbye baby, hello toddler.

Goodbye baby, hello toddler.

I say I want an ocean amount of God but I only hol

I say I want an ocean amount of God but I only hold up a 5 gallon bucket for Him to fill.

The more space we make, the more we can receive, the more we enjoy, the more we can pour out.

The spiritual habits (and dependence on the Holy Spirit) we cultivate will continually make room for more of God. The overflow of that ‘more’ is your ministry, discipleship, work and fun.

Is it crazy to say I want us to be people carrying around an ocean inside instead of just a coffee cup to offer refreshment to the thirsty world around us?

May our giving not exceed our receiving. May our pouring out never exceed our being filled.

Saying a prayer that Anna might have as many (or m

Saying a prayer that Anna might have as many (or more) nonbiological but spiritual grandmas and moms and aunts and sisters as I have.

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