Tears streaming down my face, hands shaking, the words “it is well with my soul” quietly, yet distinctively, playing in the background. Ashamed and broken, I slightly turn my gaze to Jesus… “I’m not worthy,” I cry out. I say “slightly” because today I don’t feel bold. I don’t feel worthy. And the idea of turning my full stance to Jesus just isn’t happening. My filthy rags and wicked desires got the best of me. My first thought is “who can I blame?” Next, after talking myself down from the high place my pride has taken me, I remind myself, “No, this is my sin. This is my weakness. Take responsibility,…

My entire life I’ve tried to do everything right. I was raised by a pastor, which stereotypically will result in one of two things. Either a rebellious, uncontrollable daughter or the goody-two-shoes who knows nothing about the real world. Although I don’t feel like I identify with either of those, if I was going to be lumped into one category, it would be the latter. I am grossly imperfect. I mess up in more ways than I can even convey, but one thing that has been a theme in my life is my deep desire to glorify and serve God. There are many who believe Christians try to be “good people” in order…

“It’s time.”  The gentle whisper my soul has been hearing lately. Life is so incredibly unpredictable. It’s so overwhelmingly busy, always. Those two things will never change. Life around us is in fact always going to be busy, and unpredictable. We are restless beings. Always striving, working, earning, planning, predicting, guessing, assuming, and dare I say it, worrying. I’m not sure there is anything I can write to you, or say to convince myself to simply let all those things go, because it’s not human nature to just rest, and trust. To us, It’s actually not simple at all. We’ve been hurt too many times to just let go, and…

I’m a feeler. Like, a hardcore feeler. For those of you who are familiar with The Enneagram, I’m a Four. So basically, I don’t only experience a lot of emotions, but every emotion is felt DEEPLY. If I’m excited about something, it’s oozing out of me. If I’m sad about something, I feel a physical ache in my chest and palms of my hands. And many times when I’m in prayer or acknowledging God, I feel tingles like sand running down my body.   I believe God created me this way on purpose. For one, to be able to be empathetic to the people in my life. Understanding what others…

We often derail ourselves from the course set before us.   Sometimes we do it daily. Even multiple times a day. It’s scary to really think of that. There is a path that has been paved specifically for our lives. A path that was paved with love and intention. Some of us go so far off the path, we lose ourselves and we lose the truth of our identity. Some of us never come back. Others will spend their lives draining their own resources, swerving on and off the path over and over again. And then there are those that see their path, see the truth, and it clicks for…

  Last week, while my husband and I were reading our devotional before bed together, I had one of those “aha!” Christian moments. It was a moment I am familiar with because it’s happened to me before. The moment where I quickly go from thinking I know something, to realizing I am absolutely clueless. “My goal is God himself, not joy nor peace, nor even blessing, but Himself, MY GOD.” (My Utmost for His Highest)  As I read these words out loud, they could have just gone in one ear and out the other. And for a moment, they did pass through my gaze, ready to be forgotten. As I…