My friends were all good at something. Adriana could play the viola and piano. Tessa was the best swimmer on her swim team. Hannah could speak French. Sophia was incredibly smart-witted and hilarious. Then there was me. I couldn’t play any instruments, couldn’t sing, I tried to be funny, I spoke American fluently… if that counts, and apparently everyone knew not to ask me to be on their team in P.E.
Then I started going to church.
First, I want you to know that you are special and you can have amazing encounters with God daily. You are never so lost that God cannot use your life to do beautiful things. You are found in Him. (Colossians 3:2-3) Second, I’d like to talk to you about your calling…
Today, I write to you from Brazil. I’m here for 3 months, waiting on God, asking Him about His purpose, why He has sent me here. I’m not here with a team, or any church. It’s just Jesus and I. He told me to go, and here I am. Typical. It’s quite funny when people ask me…
God sent me to Asia in April on a mission trip but before going, He told me to fast. It was a liquid fast and low-sugar. When God asked me to do this kind of fast in spiritual preparation for my trip, I was actually quite stoked. Just me and God! Together, battling the forces of nature, bringing my flesh low so my spirit could soar. Yes. I could not wait!
Ha. That was before it started.
Ask Me anything and I will do, Everything you ask Me to
If it’s My will then it will be done. Get ready to be amazed at My Son
He will do impossible things, For He is the King of Kings
You may not have a valentine, Or perhaps you do
But in any case I'd like to, Share a thing… or twenty-two
First, You should know, You are sweeter than pie
Second, God calls you, The apple of His eye
As Christians, we are on a journey, learning how to die to ourselves, our flesh, the things that separate us from God. It’s not always talked about, but there it is. We are learning how to die. In other words, we aren’t here to please ourselves, we aren’t here to follow people, we aren’t here to impress others with our spiritual gifts, we are only here to follow Jesus. But Lord knows, we need Jesus to follow Jesus and prayer helps.
Can we run? O Church, will we run?
Run together, Hand-in-hand, Away from the hate, To a heaven land
A place where we can discover, Where dreams speak aloud, A place to dance, jump, wonder, Where life was first given sound
Imagine a girl, no more than 13 years old, a scrawny thing, with wild, wavy hair, sitting in her room with her knees drawn to her chest. She is crying. Again. She is thinking… I just want to get it right. Why can’t I just get it right? I’m so tired of messing up,…