My heart is breaking today. I was near tears earlier after reading a message from a friend I made in Nepal, begging me to send money to her so her family could eat. They have just lost their house completely after the earthquake. Her parents both have broken bones and they cannot afford food. I … Continue reading When Tragedy Strikes
Jesus loves you. Jesus died on the cross for you and for your sins. Jesus is the way. After hearing these words over and over again in my walk with God, I’m sure I’m not alone when I say that after a while, they don’t hold as much meaning as they are meant to. After … Continue reading Back to Basics: What I Learned This Good Friday
I have a tattoo of a feather on my right hand. When asked what it means, I often refer to Galatians 5:13, a verse that talks about freedom. While overseas in Costa Rica last year, I fell upon these words while reading in a coffee shop, and they jumped off the page. “For you, my … Continue reading Called to be Free
Wrecked. It’s a word I’ve heard used many times, and one that I thought had to look a certain way. It’s what they said would happen when I went on a mission trip for eleven months to some of the world’s poorest countries. And while my heart was broken and my eyes were opened, I … Continue reading What Wrecks God
