When I was a kid I literally thought I was invincible. I felt completely safe no matter what situation I was in… But as I have grown up and experienced some things, I’ve realized how freaking crazy this world is. How we are not promised another day. When I was a kid… the extent of … Continue reading Let’s Be Free.
I am tired of being a hot mess. I’m tired of the constant internal monologues. And the verbal processing. I’m tired of carrying around my crap like it’s the spare tire around my stomach I’m doing every exercise possible to lose, with little result. I’m tired of being tired. I’ve heard that Christ came to … Continue reading Do We Always Have to Be a Mess?
This is where I am today, four hours out of restlessness and driving all over Georgia for the dozen reasons I can’t list here. To say that I am weary just doesn’t do it justice. I keep thinking that maybe my God should not be my junk mail folder, where I send all my unwanted … Continue reading What to Bring On a Rescue Mission
Cascada sings this crazy song of passion, love and intense emotion. So much energetic synergy is channeled into this dude that He must be pretty cool. I wanna bang my head in the air and fist pump as I sing along to “everytime we touch” rooting for the romance and hoping she wins. but in … Continue reading What About Love?
This is a post written by a good friend of mine. Her words sting my soul, for I too have been in this place. _____ I ran away from home… But, it’s a secret. No one knows. My face didn’t end up on a milk carton. There weren’t flyers posted to downtown telephone poles hoping … Continue reading She Ran Away From Home.
(Editor’s note: This is an excerpt from my time in Malaysia during Month 6 of The World Race. I’m currently still in the field beginning Month 9) I came to Malaysia to ATL the month and win souls for the gospel. I was convinced we would see signs and miracles. I had a feeling we … Continue reading We broke up…It’s not you, it’s me
I wish I could say the extent of my life being wrecked was when my dog ran away when I was 8. But, it’s not. I lived a beautiful life growing up. My parents loved the Lord so much that it reflected in their marriage and overflowed into their love for us. They poured their … Continue reading In My Mess, He Found Me
I like the expression “I’m a hot mess.” Somehow it’s better than saying, “I feel really uncomfortable.” People going through hard times can be a hot mess and still make it. They can learn to wade through their discomfort to a new place. They can realize that though they feel messy, they may actually be … Continue reading Becoming a Hot Mess