I have spent my entire life as a female . . . no surprise there. There’s times where I pull my cardigan together and feel like I’m in a dramatic movie looking out the window ready to cry. I also get super excited when my pants have deeper pockets than just fitting a… who am I kidding? You can’t fit…
As sons and daughters of God, we have a duty to stand up and do something. It’s not time to be passive. It’s time to actively live out of our relationship with our loving Father. Nowadays, it’s popular to be caught in passive Christianity. We go to church and even invite our friends to church, but when it comes to…
For the past couple of months, I got caught up in following his way. I began climbing the ladder of work-based religion that tells us, “read one more verse and God will love you, sing another worship song and you will get there, do this and maybe God will give you the time of day.” I got exhausted. Fast. It wasn’t until I heard God say a phrase to me that woke me up to the second captain’s way. Jesus’ way. I pray God would use this phrase and my story, to open your eyes to how Jesus is talking to you. The way He is drawing you into the deep waters of His love.
Alright say this with me, “My worth is not based on what I’ve done. My worth is based on Jesus Christ. I am who you God says I am.” A person I follow on instagram posted a song they created and this is the lyrics. “There’s nothing wrong with you, my son. Your worth isn’t based on what you’ve done.…
For far too long I have kept silent. I have not attempted to understand the perspective of POC and the impact that systemic racism has had on their lives. As a white man it has seemed so distant to me. Thoughts like, ‘this can’t be real’, or ‘this is not a widespread issue’ have helped me justify not examining my own heart, thinking, and ingrained prejudice. The idea that growing up in a white, middle class family in a rural mountain town wouldn’t in some way have shaped my views, felt intimidating to explore. I felt like learning about my prejudiced thinking would somehow make me less of a good person.
When God called me to missions, I laughed at what He was saying. Why would He call me to missions? My sister was the one who was called to missions, but me? No way. I wasn’t ready to step into the unknown and give up all the comfort of being home. I wasn’t ready to give up the classic college experience or the security of a good job. I wasn’t ready to depend fully on Him when it came to finances. I wasn’t ready to be constantly pushed out of my comfort and challenged to step into boldness. Nope. Maybe I heard Him wrong. Yet, God slowly and patiently kept knocking on my heart and calling me to step into the unknown with Him.
Recognizing God’s Presence Do you ever wonder what the smile of God looks like? Have you ever really sat with Him and asked what He likes most about the trees? Do you know what His favorite part about you is? Too often we get caught up in working, doing, and running the good Christian race and we forget to stop.…
Living An Adventurous Life Millennials are known for craving it, whether it is living in a van, tiny house, or quitting their jobs all together to travel. Our social media is riddled with stories of people who have chosen to live adventurously. They appear to risk everything to step out and bring excitement to their life. We all admire these…