There's nothing inherently "simple" about the world that we're living in. It's complicated, isn't it? And there's such a pressure to keep up with all the ways that it's changing, too.
Growing up, we always had a phrase that we'd toss back and forth like a schoolyard chant: KISS (Keep it simple, stupid!)
Keeping it . . .
When it comes to my walk with Jesus, I always am thinking, "I'm just in a waiting place. I'm just waiting on God right now."
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting for what, exactly? Some divine symbol from God? Some big, shiny, pointy arrow, telling me which direction to go?
Maybe a little bit of all of the above.
The . . .
Confidence has, quite frankly, not been my thing. I'm not good at it. I have a much easier time beating myself up. I have a hard time being confident and seeing all that others see in me. In other words? My self-esteem... Is not always the greatest.
The idea of confidence has always been a fleeting thing.
I'll be . . .
Friends, I have recently been challenged... About praying bold prayers. Praying prayers that are outside my comfort zone. You can read all about that journey here.
But today... Today is a testimony. Thinking about today, I am overwhelmed by the goodness of God over, and over, and over again.
My heart is full tonight, . . .
The story of Martha and Mary is one that I'm sure we are all familiar with. It's a great story. Jesus is in the home of Mary and Martha: Mary is sitting at the feet of Jesus. Martha is running around like a crazy woman focusing on all the little tasks that just had to get done.
Martha, in her irritation, essentially says . . .
I keep talking about prayer a lot through this 31 day journey... Prayer is not only important, but I'm also realizing that prayer changes things. That the same God who handcrafted all the beaches and oceans and you and I is listening to my prayers. I'm seeing that come to life in such a beautiful way in my own life.
I . . .
I've been a part of the church since the moment I was born. I grew up in the church: from Sunday school to choir on Wednesday nights to play handbells to youth group later on, I was there. If the church doors were open, I was probably there.
As I've grown up in the church, I've had the privilege of seeing the body of Christ come . . .