There was a season that God was dealing with my heart. He was healing it. I didn’t go out. I went to work. I went to church. But for the most part I stayed home most nights and read my Bible determined to not find myself in anything but God. Determined to not run from my mistakes but fully place them in God’s hands. I heard the voice of God clearer than I ever had in this season.
One night, I had the most vivid dream. In this dream someone from my past was trying to harm me. They were
I used to have a friend that had a huge rose garden. The garden was immaculate and truthfully unlike anything I had ever seen. There were trails that forked and swirled between huge bushes of roses, all of which were vibrantly colored. My heart would gain an instant peace as I walked through the garden and the fragrance of the roses would softly touch my nostrils. Of all the places I knew, I would definitely call this one a favorite. It was comforting because of where I was in life. I remember
7 Things No one Told Me About Marriage:
It’s been 7 months and we haven’t raised our voices.
We’ve had discussions.
We’ve faced all sorts of changes that haven’t felt comfortable in the least bit.
But we’ve held on tight to each other in the midst of any storm.
And even tighter to the grip of our Savior who holds it all together.
Marriage is nothing at all what I thought it would be.
I’m also not the wife I thought I would be.
I read marriage books. Tons of them.
I listened to sermons on
What I would say to those of you who are struggling with depression:
The days are hard and when night time comes and the world stands still, it's even harder. Depression is something that most of us have faced at some time or another. Some of us in a larger amount, while some of us it’s only a tiny sting that we feel every now and again. Some of us struggle with it for most of our lives, while some of us it only happens for years at a time. Today I want to help both parties. I pray that hearts
I remember the first boy who ever broke my heart. I was fifteen years old. He was tall, skinny, and had the best jokes. He was the first guy I clumsily kissed and the one I wanted to spend all of my time with. In this season of my life I was incredibly depressed. Life was hard everyday and my heart was full of bitterness. It's evident when another person is full of love. It's even more evident when they are full of the opposite. Just listen to the words that they speak. Look at their behavior.
I was 12 when I asked Jesus into my heart. I can remember tangibly feeling different. I can remember not understanding why I went to the altar, after all o was raised in church. I've never doubted God’s existence. But I knew that I couldn't get around it. I knew that preacher was talking to me. I knew that I had never fully called upon the name of Jesus. So I did that night. This was the start of my journey. I asked for a bible that Christmas. (That's actually a common thing even now on my
“You’ve really mellowed out since high school,” he said as I quickly cut his hair. I almost laughed out loud. Mellowed out? I’ve more than “mellowed” out. I’m a completely different person. This guy has witnessed my crazy, and I really wanted to tell him the whole story of how God had completely wrecked me. Instead I found myself trying not to chuckle. “I struggled alot in high school with things that alot of people don’t know about. God healed me of the sickness that I had. I’m completely
It started out as letters to myself at 18. I had just recently given my whole life to Jesus. That should make everything in my world easier right? I was completely baffled as a battle with insecurity started to wage war on my heart even more brutally than before my Jesus encounter. One day I was texting a friend about it. I told her that I had been feeling crazy insecure these days, and I wasn't sure what to do about it. She gave me advice that I have never forgotten. She suggested that I write
I was crying harder than I ever had. Nothing was soothing this heartache. The sting of rejection was hitting me over and over like waves. I couldn't speak, couldn't think, and was unsure of what was next. Little did I know what was next would change my life completely for the better. I prayed a simple prayer that was full of my heart. Have you ever been in this place that I'm describing? The unknown is taunting your mind, and the scars from your past feel so painful that healing seems too far o
How to let go when the world stops turning:
I can remember where I was sitting when our third grade class found out the twin towers were hit. It was September 11th. A day that will forever be remembered in America. I can remember the pained look on my teacher’s face as we turned on the news. I can remember the hushed sound that filled the room as we all tried to understand what was happening. Then, the questions that followed and the tears of one of my classmates because her grandmother was