Will you pray with me? #goingthere

I felt the spirit in me yesterday morning in a way that I haven’t felt in a while. Tears fell as I heard about our sister church in Liberia and their need for basic supplies and food as a horrific virus sweeps their country, killing so many. And the Israel situation escalating among God’s chosen people, and ISIS who is killing so many innocent people, and targeting Christians. And, and, and… And then right here, one state away, riots are happening and a community is in upheaval, possibly the nation in upheaval. It all seems a bit too much and I can’t stop praying, “Jesus, I see the persecution, I see the evil, won’t you come. Come Quickly.”

It’s ok to not be ok!

Sometimes, we buy into the lie that we have to have it all together. We worry that if people saw our tears, they would think less of us. We think that the only way we can minister is if we have it all together.

A Misfit and a Giveaway

While I had grown up in church my entire life and knew and love Jesus from an early age, I couldn’t help but feel like an outsider in my new surroundings. I didn’t talk the talk, or even know what walking their walk looked like. Simply put, I was a misfit.