#4 Tip for LIFE: Speak Truth L.I.F.E.: Living Intentionally and Focusing Eternally He squared my shoulders, looked me straight in the eye and with a steady voice spoke the words that finally released me from my agony. “You are not responsible for his salvation.” For months, I had been...
#3 Tip for LIFE: Live Truth L.I.F.E.: Living Intentionally and Focusing Eternally Her words echoed in my head as I tried to hold back my tears. She didn't know I had overheard her speaking disparagingly about me. How could someone be so hurtful? What should I do with this...
#2 Tip for LIFE: Choose Truth L.I.F.E.: Living Intentionally and Focusing Eternally As I walked away from the conversation, I hung my head. Already, my inner critic was loud. The thoughts spun and twirled, weaving a story full of shame and regret. Knowing where the spiral would lead,...
#1 Tip for LIFE: Know Truth L.I.F.E.: Living Intentionally and Focusing Eternally Cari recently sent me a screenshot of a social media post from a reputable source featuring a quote from someone carrying the title of pastor. I say "carrying the title" because after comparing the words with...
Startled awake by yet another nightmare, my body jolts into alertness. Each night, my subconscious paints vivid images, and my body wrestles as if they are real. My heart races. Sleep feels impossible. I yearn to feel safe. When my flesh feels far from God's promises, I...
Under the veil of darkness, a predator walked my path. Hunting, prowling - leaving his mark with every step. A path I walked daily, blissfully unaware of his presence. This morning, the sunlight revealed his footprints. The size of the prints made me pause and ponder, "What else am...
Reaching into the sweetener bowl at a coffee shop, I picked up a packet. The slogan on it read, “Always trust in yourself.” I’m not sure why sugar packets are now dispensing pep talks, but I have to disagree with this one. We cannot trust in ourselves. As followers...
The sun reflected off my blonde hair like a beacon, inviting strangers to stare. On the busy Asian street, the locals strained their necks to see me, a foreign teenager with light hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. Many approached cautiously, reaching their hands out, requesting to...
I stared out the window of the moving train, mesmerized by the unfamiliarity of everything before me. The writer in me longed to pull out my phone and document the foreign nature of this place. Reaching for it, I glanced around the train. No one else...