I visited Lutheran for the first time since I graduated last week. It got me thinking:
If I could tell my freshman self anything, what would I say?
I visited Lutheran for the first time since I graduated last week. It got me thinking:
If I could tell my freshman self anything, what would I say?
I’m sorry Jesus for these big ugly walls.
“Beloved, if I can break down the walls of the grave, don’t you think I can break down the walls guarding your heart?”
I wrote a letter to my (potential) future husband, and in it I included what God has taught me are the qualities of a godly man ~ and what I should work on in the waiting myself.
How a conversation with a stranger at a coffee shop reminded me of my greatest treasure–and how far God has brought me.
There are days, even as a child of God, that I feel very lost.
For the one feeling a little bit lost:
All those years in youth group, I tried to wrestle down what God was doing in my life. For a while it made sense. For a while it didn’t.
But God doesn’t stop being good when I don’t see what He’s doing. And it all hit me during my very last youth group.
This weekend, we celebrate freedom. But I think America’s definition of freedom is quite different from Jesus’s definition. And I think we need to pay attention to the difference.
Eight days ago, I finished writing the Far Below Human Eyes series. I wrote the last word in the fifth book (yes, there are five), closed my computer, and cried. Then I wrote THIS.
When life feels strange; when the holidays look different this year and you’ve never missed your annoying cousins so much; when you just want to hug your grandma but you can’t, be confident that God’s love RULES this.
I challenge you: this Monday, look for God. Look for his blessings in the mundane. Jeremiah 29:13 says, “You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.” Seek for God even when it is difficult. And I promise, God will be there, even on Mondays.