There is a subtle difference between carrying someone's burdens with them and carrying them entirely. Learning that little difference is making all the difference for me.
The process of conviction may sting, but what hurts worse is living a life continuing to do something that is killing you spiritually.
There is a real draw to be known within our souls. There is a deep-rooted desire to be loved and admired. So, in our quest to bring light into a dark world may we never use that as a means of filling our spiritual love tank at the cost of depleting someone else's.
Because God is the essence of love, if we are truly following and abiding in Christ, we will produce the fruit of His love. That love will be patient, kind and not delight in evil but rejoice in the truth.
For the large majority of my life, I didn’t believe God loved me. My pastor said God loved everyone. My mom said He loved me almost as much as she did. 😉 But because of people, who unknowingly fought against that truth by the way they treated me, I just couldn’t believe Jesus would love... Continue Reading →
If Gods love was proven by a lack of suffering, what would that say about The Fathers love of Jesus? 🤯
I have loved writing for as long as I can remember. I’ve kept diaries and written poetry since I was a little girl. Writing has always been a sacred past time for me. To this day, I have a diary in my bedside dresser from when I was in middle school. I treasure those memories... Continue Reading →
Waiting.... what a joyous activity we all know and love! Right? Ha..... yeah sure Amanda. I would imagine the word "wait" brings up a variety of emotions for everyone reading this article. Some of you may literally be snarling at the thought of waiting one more second to go on your lunch break. Because you're... Continue Reading →
I speak in alliterations and analogies. I bullet point my “points” in conversation. Every conversation leads to an article someone else wrote or an article I should be writing. Every painful thought morphs into words on tear soaked pages. Writing helps me process. It helps me think. I am different because of it. I am... Continue Reading →