At my highschool graduation dinner, my friend's dad brought up the Fruit of the Spirit. I remember him speaking over me that I kne...
I have waited two days to write about this subject. I don't want people to see this part of me. But this is what my life is surrounded by righ...
So... yes, I know I have a blog. Yes, I know I "should" blog. Do I use my blog? Hardly. That's going to change.... hopefull...
Are fictional characters really portraits of ourselves? Is that why stories are created? I have come to this conclusion: Good stories are created to e...
So I am here, shivering in the cold November weather. I make plans and I wait in anticipation to enjoy the hot Ugandan sun again. I pray I ca...
Today I feel like King Hezekiah. Ok, we'll I don't know how King Hezekiah was all the time but I feel...
I sit on my bed running my fingers through my hair with thousands of thoughts running through my head. Seth Barnes' new book, Kingdom Journeys, s...
Jazzy music played softly through my earphones as I stared out the window of the car. The sun was setting but all I could see was the hazy softness...
My heart is in the Hands of Jesus. I tend to run over to Hm and try to take it in my own hands sometimes. Thankfully He has imparted much grace to me....
I'm moved in! 3 weeks ago, I stepped out of the car in the Georgia heat and breathed in the smell of freshly cut grass. Center...
