Yesterday was my first Wednesday as the new Children's Ministry Assistant at Hixson United Methodist Church. How amazing! I was so excited to receive the call about the offer
of the position.
We had a water game night set up for the kids on Wednesday night at church. As all the children . . .
The school year is officially started, and I am getting back into the swing of things. My week was full of meeting professors, starting classes, buying textbooks, reconnecting with old friends, and meeting new ones. So far, junior year of college is off to a great start!
As I am getting back into the swing of things . . .
I was recently playing a game of dominos with my mother. If you're familiar with dominos, you know that once you knock one down, they all go! This brought back fond memories of seeing who could build the longest domino train between my sister and I. We took great delight in setting them all up in different patterns, and seeing if we could get . . .
I once was a tutor at an after-school program sponsored by a church in Chattanooga- E.L.E.C.T (East Lake Every Child Taught). The teacher I was assisting at the time was attempting to encourage a young girl to keep doing her work. This child was in second grade, overwhelmed by the difficulty of her spelling words. She didn't like to read, and . . .
Today, I was thinking about the purpose of a veil. We see them on beautiful brides at weddings, and we see references to the veil time and time again in both the Old and New Testament. Veils are generally used to separate, or cover, so
meone or something. When I think of a veil, I think of mystery.
As I was thinking about veils, I . . .
I recently went to a worship service called the Well of Nashville. Pastored by Carl and Leann Albrecht, it is a beautiful ministry that hungers and thirsts after the power and love of Jesus. We meet on Tuesday nights at 7 for a time of seeking the Father's heart, and to discover what He has to say.
Last night, we entered into a really precious . . .
I've been in church my whole life. And more often than not, I've noticed that we, as a collective body of Christ, complicate what it means to be the hands and feet of Jesus. We try everything: manuals, extra programs, more board meetings... All of these things are good in their own right: however, when we rely on . . .