wrote this poem as a reflection on how the Glory of the Lord brings hope through the promises that He keeps. He is a God of abundance and of eternal promise, and because of that, I believe that there is more.
I didn’t mean for this to end up being a glorifying prose, but more of an expression of the rebellion in my heart. But in this process, I see that I, who am in union with Christ, am eternally entangled with Him for the purposes of His Glory. I can never be removed from Him, and that there is no distance that I put between me and my God that He won’t cross to steal the affections of my heart.
Dare to dream- think bigger than just being known or famous or self sufficient. Think about revival- a bible in the hands of the incarcerated or the persecuted in a far away country. Think about My word resonating through the walls of a building. Don’t think personal goals. Think with a kingdom mind. To think big in the upside down kingdom, you have to think small.
Why Jesus? I recently started a new job as a barista in a local coffee shop. New faces, new work, and new coworkers. The first couple of days are filled with learning and chatting and a lot of questions being asked about each other during the lulls of the day. “What’s your major? What doContinue reading “Why Jesus?”
A Prayer For Worship Leaders Dear Heavenly Father, I come before you today, acknowledging that you are the King of kings, the Lord of lords, and sovereign over all. I acknowledge that you are God and that I am not. Father I lay my trespasses at your feet. I lay down my pride and myContinue reading “A Prayer For Worship Leaders”
“If you look up,” she said, “you can see the saints in the sky, these are the stars. These are the people that Jesus has saved. He can see you from up there where he resides.” I just remember looking at the tiny glowing dots and wondering how on earth a person could get so high up. “I can’t see them” I told her. “If I can’t see them, and they are with Jesus, how can he see me?”“He can see you.” She told me. “He always sees you.”
On this Good Friday, sitting and thinking upon the crucifixion of our King and Savior Jesus, I wonder, why is it that on this day, when the King of the world, who condescended to bring his father glory in the salvation of His people, can be called good?
I have been thinking a lot about joy lately, and I’ve noticed that in order for there to be joy, there must always be a sacrifice. As believers, we experience joy as a fruit of the spirit (Galatians 5:22-23) as a product of the continual transformation brought on by the Holy Spirit. This joy isContinue reading “Joy is Weighty”
This is the story of Fernando, as it was told to me. I did my best to reconstruct the story with the fragments that were given to me over time, shared in reminiscent pieces as the memories were dug up slowly over late nights and mournful moments.
That faith that allows me to talk to the hero of the book firsthand, the thing that I watched my great grandma do everyday. The faith that taught me that the book, over time, would become my best friend. It made me the person that I am today. There is so much still waiting to be uncovered by that book, and every day, the seeds that were planted grow and take root, transforming into a garden more refreshing and more life-giving than even the most beautiful of gardens that I sat under the shade of all those years ago.