Peace. My One Word 2011. I can’t even believe it’s been a year since I chose the word I would focus and reflect on for the past 365-ish days. As the end of the year has begun to approach, I’ve found myself thinking more and more about my one word. Did I choose well? Continue reading
Today was one of those days where, as I was driving from my first job to my second, I thought, “Why do I do this?” Circumstances being circumstances, I’ve recently resigned myself to the fact that I’m not leaving the two-job pool anytime soon. I’ll be honest with you, I’m exhausted. I’ve come to a place where I despise the need for financial-security and am struggling to find a healthy balance between work and play. Continue reading
It’s been two weeks since myself and the rest of the Cross Point DR mission team arrived home. Two weeks of hearing “How was the trip??” and two weeks of struggling to answer. So much that I’m beginning to question my heart. Not in a cold and heartless way, but in a closed and cut off way. I can’t seem to make my thoughts make sense as I sift through the memories of each day spent in Santiago and Brisas.
I guess to begin, I’ll share the answer I’ve given everyone, because it’s true. Continue reading
Walking out of the 1130 service at Cross Point this morning, a middle-aged man and his wife walked behind me. I had forgotten to say goodbye to a friend, so I turned around to blow a kiss at him and blew a kiss at the older gent instead. We had a good laugh and he gave me a hug so we wouldn’t be strangers anymore. (Don’t ask me his name, I couldn’t tell you. :D) I made the comment about what an incredible message Pastor Pete had spoken for our MORE series. The man behind me agreed and then got this kind of “far off” look and said, “If God really knew the darkness in my heart, there is no way He could love me with that filth.” We were stopped in the aisle at this point and I turned to him and said, “But God DOES know your heart. He knows all our hearts; even the darkness.” His wife held his hand and had an “I don’t know what to do” look on her face, and she remained silent. The man said, “He couldn’t possibly know the darkest crevices.” I put my hand on his shoulder Continue reading
Sometimes I forget that you can have your heart-broken by more than guys (or girls depending on who you bat for.) Your friends can break your heart, or your family, or maybe even your dreams. But typically you wouldn’t throw God into that equation. How many times have I prayed for God to break my heart and to shape the pieces into a creation of His own desires? At this point in my life, He did what I asked Him to. So why am I pissed off?
While I received a little backlash from it, being able to share so much of my life recently on Jason Wert’s blog has been incredibly freeing. It was all about me trusting God enough to take a huge risk Continue reading