Anna is sick and her normally active self wants to be held more minutes than not. Held because she is tired. Held because she doesn’t want to be alone. Held because she needs extra tenderness. Held because she knows I’m…
admitting your nothing is not your shame
If You created from nothingThen I am waitingCause all I have is my nothingBut I bring all of meOh, God of mercyGod who understands meGod who made me thirstyThen came down and gave me drinkVIA There’s something about me no…
how do you come to God?
When I imagine myself in Biblical stories, if I’m honest, I am most often the Pharisee. Thankfully, with grace, the Holy Spirit uses that challenging realization to convict and change me, not to shame me. There isn’t a story that…
Limps, Thorns, and Bents
From February 2011 to July of 2013, I had 4 different surgeries for the same injury, a broken navicular bone in high school. It was a cycle of adjustments, doctor’s appointments, ice and crutches and pain medicine, physical therapy and…
A personal story: the appearance of streams when inside is a desert
I’d like to tell you a story. A flyover at least. A story of a girl and her experience with God. I began an exile from Him – the Holy Creator Father God. As I grew, spending every Sunday within…
something better than easy belief
I’m noticing a pattern in my relationship with God: not only do I learn new things, but He takes familiar truths and redefines them. For example, in high school, I absorbed the term sanctification as God’s shaping me to be…