It is the eve before I set off again. Destination: Nashville. My heart swells at the sweet thought of familiar arms wrapping around me and of brick walls that have now become home. I am also deeply sad. My eyes burn as I think of the faces and hearts I love in my hometown, the [...]
Being in ministry, I've heard a lot of testimonies. I've been hearing testimonies since I was small and couldn't even spell testimony. There are testimonies people share that are inspiring, sharing what God did for them and that's neat. Then, I've heard testimonies that grip your heart, that shatter all shame and condemnation and point [...]
Everyone goes through it. At first, you hardly recognize it; reading a book, a scene from a movie, a song, or watching people on the street. It's always small, but it tugs on the strings of your heart, makes you sigh and wonder, "When is it my turn?" Love is beautiful, but I have not [...]
The lump in my throat was nothing in comparison to the shame I felt upon my face. Pharisees hands gripped my arms tightly, pulling me through the streets. They condemned me with words and truths that I knew I could now never undo. I was an adulterer, and the consequences were inescapable. It wasn't until [...]
We have all, at some point or other, lived and walked out lies that the enemy has thrown at us to hold us down. Some of us only listen to it for a short while before we cast them aside, but some of us take years to fully realize what we've been believing is false. [...]
I could tell you all the things that I had to go through to really get to the place I am now. It's the same plot line the enemy uses with so many, just different places and different faces. A tale of insecurity, lost identity, and the empty numbness where the love of God is so desperately needed. My testimony is my story, and it's still being written.
Even without all of the distractions, for the longest time there has been a small part of me that didn't want to let go. Because sometimes in order to truly listen and hear, you have to relinquish control to your busy street of a mind. You have to silence yourself, and be still.
Do you remember when you were small, and you had only seen what your parents had shown you? You barely could remember yesterday, but you had an imagination that stretched past the sky into the heavens. The world was good and there was no wrong. It was just you, your family, and a limitless adventure ahead.
There's no exact moment I can pin point when I stopped listening. I wish that I could tell a story of a girl bursting out from beneath the surface of self-hatred and embracing a life of love. But there just isn't one. My story goes something like this.
If I were to say that I hated Meghan Trainor's song "Dear Future Husband", I would be a bold-faced liar. It's cute, it's catchy. The problem with it, is that it's selfish. I've listened to the song and read the lyrics a few times, wishing that I could be on board with Meghan. I like [...]