Your people want to help, but they don’t know how if you don’t ask. Let’s be the type of family, believer, and friend that shares our crazy and loves each other out of theirs.
Today, let’s choose to show up and let ourselves be seen.
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.
Dear younger me, I love your flair.
Consistency. Normalcy. There was no greater gift in my valley.
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.