If faith is simply something kids hear about in second period and CCD, they will never understand the beauty, depth and gift of knowing Jesus.
As I’ve shared the vulnerable parts of my story, I’ve come to realize the importance of using your own voice to really come to hear and know it.
There is no part of your story that He cannot redefine. There is nothing too broken for God to reweave and redeem.
Sometimes it can be so easy to reflect on all that we’re up against rather than all that brought us here.
Faith is a choice. A choice to see Him in all of our little moments. A choice to not ignore His work in our lives, in the mud.
Sometimes Christ can simply shake our hands.
Don’t let your dark memories and chains define who you are.
Let’s have patience with awkward beginnings and recognize that, as in all things, growing solid friendships and communities takes time.
Sometimes it can be so easy to reflect on all that we’re up against rather than all that brought us here.
Is letting our faith simmer to a more comfortable, dulled down version really all there is? When I was set on fire at that retreat, I thought I signed up for more.
The first person to pray for us was the driver of the Mack truck we collided with.
