Cimarron, KS
The God we serve is more than able to use our obedience in ways that cannot be imagined. That, alone, is amazing news. But what quiets my anxiety the most is that His plan for my life has already factored in my less-than-stellar-ness: my failures, my blunders and bad decisions, my boasting big mouth and even my willful disobedience. He knows that I am a sinner constantly in need of His grace. He created me; of course He knows. That’s the point: He knows and can use me anyway.
Our identity isn't found in the mistakes that we've made. We have been given an identity from God, and He calls us loved, cherished, redeemed, forgiven… and launched into a ministry so powerful, we become unapologetically bold in sharing the message of Jesus. It’s time to join Jesus for breakfast...
The first time my world imploded, it was late on a Saturday night. I truly thought the pain would take me under. I distinctly remember the sensation of drowning – […]
Even when we struggle to breathe inside the silence of Saturday, the Sunday promises of God echo from the empty tomb.
Christmas is peace and awe, happiness and beauty, because Jesus is all of those things, but before that, Christmas was much simpler... Christmas was God's promise kept.
This is our assignment, our calling. Our horrible, beautiful commission. To share our lives – brokenness and all – with such generosity, that the world becomes illuminated with a Light that can never be extinguished.
Sometimes I wish life were more like a cartoon. I picture myself sauntering down the road, a little sass in my step and a joyful whistle that dances its way […]
If there’s such a thing as a spirit animal, I was fairly certain mine would bear a strong resemblance to a sloth. The three-toed sloth’s maximum speed when threatened is […]