Luke 7 tells us the story of a woman who falls at Jesus’ feet and weeps.He is at a dinner party, and she comes in (uninvited) simply to worship her king.She weeps in adoration. She weeps in humility. She weeps as an act of worship. How often am I conscious of how others perceive myContinue reading “Weeping at Jesus’ Feet.”
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strength to strength//poem
Abba, When I wake up to you, Fresh morning dew Still wet on the ground and the sound of your voice Dancing in my ear, I hear you whisper “I give new strength day to day.” Payer of debts, forgiver of sins Wonderful councillor Redeemer and friend One who is just, the one who createsContinue reading “strength to strength//poem”
When God Calls You to Worship in Darkness: Guest Post.
I still remember the day that I received my summer Bible study book in the mail for the National Bible Bee. The word Worship was written across the cover in a beautiful teal color- my favorite. I opened the book in awe. The verses that I would be studying and memorizing for the next eightContinue reading “When God Calls You to Worship in Darkness: Guest Post.”
FireStarters: a day in the life of a teen ministry.
I get the chance to go and worship and spread Jesus with 60 other teenagers every month. For one weekend per month, we invade a church and bless the community however we can. This is a small taste of a weekend with FireStarters, a generation set on fire for Jesu to be sparks of revival.Continue reading “FireStarters: a day in the life of a teen ministry.”
Latvia: beautiful country, beautiful people.
The dirt roads leading up to Druvienia feel like a portal transporting you to a different world. Trees lining the road color everything with specs of orange. Nothing moves in Druvienia. Walking through it, you could almost imagine that you were the only person there. Then the silence is disrupted by a tractor, and youContinue reading “Latvia: beautiful country, beautiful people.”
Home is running barefoot through a forest path, yelling all the way in case there are bears. There never are, but we enjoy the rush.Home is calling friends at unnatural times because time zones don’t care who’s missing who.Home is my grandma’s perfume seeping through the scarves she’s left behind.Home is yelps and screams becauseContinue reading “|home|”