That's funny. Last post was February 3rd and I promised to post every day {probably shouldn't ever make that promise anyway :)} and then one week later, I had already missed 7 promised posts and found out that I was pregnant. Now I'm 7 months and we're having a baby girl. Maybe one day I'll use this blog to post pics of our little girl? Maybe I'll just use facebook. Who knows... holding out hope... one day, this blog might be big time.
Until then, enjoy the inconsistency. :)
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE SOUL
Well, I have proven to be a terrible blogger. It's true. But I have loved following other people's blogs! Does that count?
So it being a new year and all, I've decided to turn a new leaf, and actually use this space of internet that declares "The Greater Rescue" and share with y'all the 90 day experiment Brett and I and then me and some of the Elon College Life gals have been doing called "Champagne for the Soul."
Basically, the concept is to spend 90 days intentionally pursuing joy and claiming it in your life.
On day ten, Brett casually mentioned to me, "You know, we don't do much with this, but I swear I really am more joyful." It's crazy, y'all, it's changing our lives.
So every day we read 2 pages out of Mike Mason's book "Champagne for the Soul" and then I post a little tid bit about it on a facebook thread between me and the girls. Which is where the blogging is going to come back in.
I'm going to put all 90 days on this blog. And it's going to be awesome. And anyone in the world who wants to can do this experiment along with me and my small little group of people doing it.
That is, if you're willing for your life to really be changed.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
The ONLY Thing...
Decided to start the blog again... at least for the summer. :)
Jimmy Needham has spoken a truth into my heart that is healing me and setting me free in my constant striving: The ONLY THING that pleases the Father is Jesus' sacrifice. Check it out here.
I tried Lord
I tried Lord
I tried hard to be Your good little boy
Chin up, head high
All zeal and no joy
Thinking all my good deeds could please Jesus
Boy, was I wrong
Though I knew the right songs, all my cymbals and gongs played the melodies wrong
And it wasn’t long ‘til I saw my disease
A life spent wanting to please
On hands and knees
To make right, to appease
God help me please
This can’t be Christianity, it can’t be
The whole thing’s like insanity
Where’s the rest of eternal security?
Where’s the hope of a God big enough to cope with all my hang-ups and insecurities?
Certainly this isn’t breathing
My chest burning and heaving
It’s like my pulse is ceasing
Like my heart quits beating
Yet this I recall to mind and therefore I have hope:
You died, Lord
You died, Lord
Assuredly, like the coming of the dawn, the Father’s love song goes on
Drowning out my bitter songs
And breaking through walls and barriers
Christ swoops in, removes sin, picks up His bride and carries her
So I can sing in agreement with the King this thing:
There’s only one thing that pleases the Father
The God-man on the tree in the midst of the scoffers
Now I finally see that Christ is what Christ offers
And I’m finally free in the love of the Father
So thankful that He asks nothing from me but to RECEIVE. Not only believing this today, but FEELING it in the sunshine and humidity and deep breaths of a slower pace in summer time. :)
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Libby.
I got a new dog and I really really love her. I mean, look at that face, how can you NOT love it?Tuesday, April 22, 2008
The Ministry of Presence
"More and more, the desire grows in me simply to walk around, greet people, enter their homes, sit on their doorsteps, play ball, throw water, and be known as someone who wants to live with them. It is a privilege to have the time to practice this simple ministry of presence. Still, it is not as simple as it seems. My own desire to be useful, to do something significant, or to be part of some impressive project is so strong that soon my time is taken up by meetings, conferences, study groups, and workshops that prevent me from walking the streets. It is difficult not to have plans, not to organize people around an urgent cause, and not to feel that you are working directly for social progress. But I wonder more and more if the first thing shouldn’t be to know people by name, to eat and drink with them, to listen to their stories and tell your own, and to let them know with words, handshakes, and hugs that you do not simply like them, but truly love them."
- Henri Nouwen
- Henri Nouwen
Friday, March 14, 2008
Picture of Ellison and McKenna
Ellison is on the left, McKenna on the right. I love these girls and the way they show me Jesus.
Use Your Words
My friend, Amy, has two BEAUTIFUL little girls. McKenna Grace and Ellison Faith. They are precious. When McKenna was learning to talk, she used sign language to communicate things like "water" and "more"... And Amy would always say, "McKenna, use your words" to encourage her to talk with words, not just sign language.
God talks with sign language and with words. I saw His sign language in a LITERALLY breath-taking sunset when I turned down my street the other night. I hear His words when I'm finally quiet enough to listen...when I read His Word...when my friends tell me about Him.
Whoever is secretly reading my blog, I pray that the words of the Father who loves you beyond imagination will be real in your life. I pray that His words will flood your hearts and your lives. And I pray that my words and all the words of the world would keep quiet so that you can hear His.
God talks with sign language and with words. I saw His sign language in a LITERALLY breath-taking sunset when I turned down my street the other night. I hear His words when I'm finally quiet enough to listen...when I read His Word...when my friends tell me about Him.
Whoever is secretly reading my blog, I pray that the words of the Father who loves you beyond imagination will be real in your life. I pray that His words will flood your hearts and your lives. And I pray that my words and all the words of the world would keep quiet so that you can hear His.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Our Young Life Fundraising Banquet is tomorrow night. And while I'm excited to share with 500+ people the ways which we see Christ work through the ministry of Young Life, I'm feeling like Henri Nouwen did when he wrote this:
"More and more, the desire grows in me simply to walk around, greet people,enter their homes, sit on their doorsteps, play ball, throw water, and be knowas someone who wants to live with them. It is a privelage to have the timeto practice this simple ministry of presence. Still, it is not as simpleas it seems. My own desire to be useful, to do something significant, orto be part of some impressive project is so strong that soon my time is taken upby meetings, conferences, study groups, and workshops that prevent me fromwalking the streets. It is difficult not to have plans, not to organizepeople around an urgent cause, and not feel that you are working directly forsocial progress. But I wonder more and more if the first thing shouldn'tbe to know people by name, to eat and drink with them, to listen to theirstories and tell your own, and to let them know with words, handshakes, and hugs that you do not simply like them, but you truly love them."
I can't wait for heaven when I read this... because we won't be bound by the context of time, and we won't be tempted to prove ourselves by what we do because we will be perfectly one with the One who makes us who we are--who breathed life into us and sustains our lives--eternally.
I also can't wait for heaven to meet Henri Nouwen. And C.S. Lewis. And Mrs. Audrey Wetherell Johnson. And Mrs. Henrietta Mears. And Pam Young Lippert. --all people whom I've never known, but whose lives have changed mine radically.
So throw progress out the window today--I will too, even as we plan the last minute details of this banquet--and spend some time sharing loving words, drinking milkshakes together, hugging the brokenhearted, and drinking in the blessing of the ministry of presence.
"More and more, the desire grows in me simply to walk around, greet people,enter their homes, sit on their doorsteps, play ball, throw water, and be knowas someone who wants to live with them. It is a privelage to have the timeto practice this simple ministry of presence. Still, it is not as simpleas it seems. My own desire to be useful, to do something significant, orto be part of some impressive project is so strong that soon my time is taken upby meetings, conferences, study groups, and workshops that prevent me fromwalking the streets. It is difficult not to have plans, not to organizepeople around an urgent cause, and not feel that you are working directly forsocial progress. But I wonder more and more if the first thing shouldn'tbe to know people by name, to eat and drink with them, to listen to theirstories and tell your own, and to let them know with words, handshakes, and hugs that you do not simply like them, but you truly love them."
I can't wait for heaven when I read this... because we won't be bound by the context of time, and we won't be tempted to prove ourselves by what we do because we will be perfectly one with the One who makes us who we are--who breathed life into us and sustains our lives--eternally.
I also can't wait for heaven to meet Henri Nouwen. And C.S. Lewis. And Mrs. Audrey Wetherell Johnson. And Mrs. Henrietta Mears. And Pam Young Lippert. --all people whom I've never known, but whose lives have changed mine radically.
So throw progress out the window today--I will too, even as we plan the last minute details of this banquet--and spend some time sharing loving words, drinking milkshakes together, hugging the brokenhearted, and drinking in the blessing of the ministry of presence.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Veritas or Vera Bradley?
"If you look for truth, you might find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get comfort OR truth--only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin with and, in the end, despair." -C.S. Lewis
My mom gave me a year-long C.S. Lewis book and I love it because I can handle Lewis in small bits, but can't read a whole book of his to save my life.
I love this quote--and am so encouraged by all of my friends and family who seek TRUTH in their lives even more than they seek comfort. It is true, isn't it? When we just want comfort, we can be let down so easily. But when we change our hearts and we seek TRUTH--the comfort is a natural result.
Comfort is so many things, and I'm the worst and thinking comfort is Vera Bradley or Starbucks or "if I could just sleep in"... and certainly, there is some comfort in those things. :) But the LASTING comfort that I know is in Truth. Jesus.
His love is my comfort and a truth I want to claim every day.
My mom gave me a year-long C.S. Lewis book and I love it because I can handle Lewis in small bits, but can't read a whole book of his to save my life.
I love this quote--and am so encouraged by all of my friends and family who seek TRUTH in their lives even more than they seek comfort. It is true, isn't it? When we just want comfort, we can be let down so easily. But when we change our hearts and we seek TRUTH--the comfort is a natural result.
Comfort is so many things, and I'm the worst and thinking comfort is Vera Bradley or Starbucks or "if I could just sleep in"... and certainly, there is some comfort in those things. :) But the LASTING comfort that I know is in Truth. Jesus.
His love is my comfort and a truth I want to claim every day.
Friday, December 28, 2007
An Unlikely Christmas Newsletter
Ahhhhhh… 2007. Thank you Jesus for being the only reason we made it! This year we managed not to kill each other, we found a dog that loves us better than we’ll ever love anyone, we have managed to only mow our lawn twice in 6 months, and watch every episode of 24 on DVD…. But that's just the beginning.
Well, this was a big year for Meg. Literally. She finally reached her highest weight ever of 160 pounds. To top it off, she found this out at the doctor’s office scale, which is pretty reliable, so there’s no denying this. She really enjoys it, however, and hopes that the rest of the world will start to realize that 160 is a great weight.
Brett reached his highest potential at Duke by shielding himself from people and burying his nose in books all semester. All for some good grades. We both agree this is the best training for ministry ever. Ummmmm--NO. It does make us look good that he goes to Duke, though, so he’s going to stick with it so people will be impressed with us.
As you all know, we’ve had a drought this year and so Meg has been pro-active about doing something about it: she only showers every 3 days or so. She does manage to pluck her eyebrows approximately every month & chip the paint off of her toenails about that often, too. She finally has a dermatologist appointment that she’ll go to in January and is hopeful that this time he’ll actually be able to help clear up her adult acne that has plagued her for years.
One of Meg’s biggest accomplishments for this year has been her ability to stop answering her phone as much and let people become more acquainted with her voicemail. However, she still managed to leave her phone on the top of her car and drive 60 miles an hour down the highway, breaking the phone into pieces. She salvaged it for another month until it finally died and she had to spend $100 to replace it. This didn’t make Brett very happy. As a result, he is now compulsively cutting coupons and doing the grocery shopping to save money.
As you all know, the Lybrands moved this year. It’s been great because now we actually have a normal sized house & we can spend time in our house away from each other. The most exciting part of this move has been correcting our address for our credit card company and everyone else in the world who likes to send us mail. The peak of the excitement came when our credit card companies tried to screw us out of our money and so Brett called them and let them have it.
Sam, our yellow lab--who isn’t really ours, but someone else’s who lost their dog and never found him—is a great dog. He pees on his front right arm every morning when Meg lets him out to pee. He sheds & so one of Meg’s new hobbies is constantly picking up dog hair. Meg & Brett don’t wear dark colors anymore. Sam is an inventive dog—always finding new ways to show Meg & Brett that he doesn’t like it when they leave: digging through the trash, eating the blinds, eating a whole plate of cupcakes… He especially enjoys sleeping on Meg’s side of the bed, which pushes her over to Brett’s side of the bed, which, as you can imagine, makes for a tight fit for a 6’5 guy on a queen sized bed.
Good news, though, this might be the winning argument for Meg to convince Brett to get a king sized bed. :) In all seriousness--I am so grateful for the ability to be honest about our lives and our year and who we are--imperfections and all! Here has been my prayer for this year:
Colossians 1:19-22
19For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him, 20and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross. 21Once you were alienated from God and were enemies in your minds because of your evil behavior. 22But now he has reconciled you by Christ's physical body through death to present you holy in his sight, without blemish and free from accusation
Holy in His sight... wonderful words to end on. :) Love you.
Well, this was a big year for Meg. Literally. She finally reached her highest weight ever of 160 pounds. To top it off, she found this out at the doctor’s office scale, which is pretty reliable, so there’s no denying this. She really enjoys it, however, and hopes that the rest of the world will start to realize that 160 is a great weight.
Brett reached his highest potential at Duke by shielding himself from people and burying his nose in books all semester. All for some good grades. We both agree this is the best training for ministry ever. Ummmmm--NO. It does make us look good that he goes to Duke, though, so he’s going to stick with it so people will be impressed with us.
As you all know, we’ve had a drought this year and so Meg has been pro-active about doing something about it: she only showers every 3 days or so. She does manage to pluck her eyebrows approximately every month & chip the paint off of her toenails about that often, too. She finally has a dermatologist appointment that she’ll go to in January and is hopeful that this time he’ll actually be able to help clear up her adult acne that has plagued her for years.
One of Meg’s biggest accomplishments for this year has been her ability to stop answering her phone as much and let people become more acquainted with her voicemail. However, she still managed to leave her phone on the top of her car and drive 60 miles an hour down the highway, breaking the phone into pieces. She salvaged it for another month until it finally died and she had to spend $100 to replace it. This didn’t make Brett very happy. As a result, he is now compulsively cutting coupons and doing the grocery shopping to save money.
As you all know, the Lybrands moved this year. It’s been great because now we actually have a normal sized house & we can spend time in our house away from each other. The most exciting part of this move has been correcting our address for our credit card company and everyone else in the world who likes to send us mail. The peak of the excitement came when our credit card companies tried to screw us out of our money and so Brett called them and let them have it.
Sam, our yellow lab--who isn’t really ours, but someone else’s who lost their dog and never found him—is a great dog. He pees on his front right arm every morning when Meg lets him out to pee. He sheds & so one of Meg’s new hobbies is constantly picking up dog hair. Meg & Brett don’t wear dark colors anymore. Sam is an inventive dog—always finding new ways to show Meg & Brett that he doesn’t like it when they leave: digging through the trash, eating the blinds, eating a whole plate of cupcakes… He especially enjoys sleeping on Meg’s side of the bed, which pushes her over to Brett’s side of the bed, which, as you can imagine, makes for a tight fit for a 6’5 guy on a queen sized bed.
Good news, though, this might be the winning argument for Meg to convince Brett to get a king sized bed. :) In all seriousness--I am so grateful for the ability to be honest about our lives and our year and who we are--imperfections and all! Here has been my prayer for this year:
Colossians 1:19-22
19For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him, 20and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross. 21Once you were alienated from God and were enemies in your minds because of your evil behavior. 22But now he has reconciled you by Christ's physical body through death to present you holy in his sight, without blemish and free from accusation
Holy in His sight... wonderful words to end on. :) Love you.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Seeking+Waiting=Surrender
Surrender is in seeking and waiting.
Now: it's Christmas. And at Christmas we do a lot of seeking. For presents, cheap plane tickets, different families to visit (haha)....
And we DON'T do much waiting. We order online, drive over the speed limit, get mad when it takes more than 5 minutes to go through the Biscuitville drive-through (that was me this morning).
Here's where God's got me this Christmas:
Seek HIM. Howard Baker quote: "Seek the One, and the many will be taken care of."
WAIT. Advent, is afterall, the season of waiting for the birth of the Messiah. The One who RESCUES US.
Praying that surrendering will be a joy as much a challenge for y'all as it has been for me this Christmas!!!
Now: it's Christmas. And at Christmas we do a lot of seeking. For presents, cheap plane tickets, different families to visit (haha)....
And we DON'T do much waiting. We order online, drive over the speed limit, get mad when it takes more than 5 minutes to go through the Biscuitville drive-through (that was me this morning).
Here's where God's got me this Christmas:
Seek HIM. Howard Baker quote: "Seek the One, and the many will be taken care of."
WAIT. Advent, is afterall, the season of waiting for the birth of the Messiah. The One who RESCUES US.
Praying that surrendering will be a joy as much a challenge for y'all as it has been for me this Christmas!!!
Thursday, November 22, 2007
It's Thanksgiving and...
Last week we had College Life we read the last half of John 6 where Jesus said:
"I am the bread of life."
I bet we all ate really tasty bread today. And turkey. And ham, maybe, if you like ham. (I love it :)) And sweet potato pie and all sorts of other delicious food. AND WE ARE FULL.
But what I am realizing with my full and (temporarily) satisfied stomach, is that I AM DESPERATE. I am full of food, but that's not what I'm most desperate for.
More than a delicious Thanksgiving meal, I'd really rather gorge myself on something that offers me permanent satisfaction--don't you?
If you read that chapter: John 6, you see Jesus feed 5,000 men at the begining part of it. Then the people follow Jesus to the other side of the sea because they are amazed by His ability to feed all these people with so much food ("until they were satisfied"). And here's the fabulous dialogue afterwards:
People: "Rabbi, when did you get here?" (lame question for the Messiah)
Jesus: "You want to be with me because I fed you, not because you understood the miraculous signs. But don't be so concerned with perishable things like food. Spend your energy seeking the eternal life that the Son of Man can give you."
(John 6:25-27 NLV)
Here's my point: we'd rather eat a feast (a free one for the folks in this story and many of us whose families fed us today) than spending our energy SEEKING eternal life that ONLY Jesus can give. It's true. I do it. You do it.
And He loves us anyway. Dang THAT'S good stuff.
"I am the bread of life."
I bet we all ate really tasty bread today. And turkey. And ham, maybe, if you like ham. (I love it :)) And sweet potato pie and all sorts of other delicious food. AND WE ARE FULL.
But what I am realizing with my full and (temporarily) satisfied stomach, is that I AM DESPERATE. I am full of food, but that's not what I'm most desperate for.
More than a delicious Thanksgiving meal, I'd really rather gorge myself on something that offers me permanent satisfaction--don't you?
If you read that chapter: John 6, you see Jesus feed 5,000 men at the begining part of it. Then the people follow Jesus to the other side of the sea because they are amazed by His ability to feed all these people with so much food ("until they were satisfied"). And here's the fabulous dialogue afterwards:
People: "Rabbi, when did you get here?" (lame question for the Messiah)
Jesus: "You want to be with me because I fed you, not because you understood the miraculous signs. But don't be so concerned with perishable things like food. Spend your energy seeking the eternal life that the Son of Man can give you."
(John 6:25-27 NLV)
Here's my point: we'd rather eat a feast (a free one for the folks in this story and many of us whose families fed us today) than spending our energy SEEKING eternal life that ONLY Jesus can give. It's true. I do it. You do it.
And He loves us anyway. Dang THAT'S good stuff.
Friday, November 2, 2007
God being obvious
I talk about resting a lot--but mostly--I'm really good at not doing it very well. It alludes me.
And lately, God's being ridiculously obvious about how seriously we need to take rest. He rested--we all know that--but apparently--it's not a big enough deal for us to stop doing so dang much and breathe.
So here are all the things He's put in my face about the Sabbath:
"Blessed are those who honor my Sabbath days of rest." Isaiah 56:2
"The Sabbath was made to meet the needs of the people, and not the people to meet the requirements of the Sabbath. So the Son of Man is Lord, even over the Sabbath." Mark 2:27-28
"Keep the Sabbath day holy. Don't pursue your own interests on that day, but enjoy the Sabbath and speak of it with delight as the Lord's holy day." Isaiah 58:13
Blessed--when God says someone will be blessed--I WANT IN ON THAT.
Made to meet the needs of the people--God cares about my needs and I'm not even taking it!
Holy--set apart. SET APART.
Good stuff.
And lately, God's being ridiculously obvious about how seriously we need to take rest. He rested--we all know that--but apparently--it's not a big enough deal for us to stop doing so dang much and breathe.
So here are all the things He's put in my face about the Sabbath:
"Blessed are those who honor my Sabbath days of rest." Isaiah 56:2
"The Sabbath was made to meet the needs of the people, and not the people to meet the requirements of the Sabbath. So the Son of Man is Lord, even over the Sabbath." Mark 2:27-28
"Keep the Sabbath day holy. Don't pursue your own interests on that day, but enjoy the Sabbath and speak of it with delight as the Lord's holy day." Isaiah 58:13
Blessed--when God says someone will be blessed--I WANT IN ON THAT.
Made to meet the needs of the people--God cares about my needs and I'm not even taking it!
Holy--set apart. SET APART.
Good stuff.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Kierkegard & Suffering
My friend, Laura Parker, sent me this quote and I LOVE IT:
"Comfortable, cozy Christianity was the order of the day in nineteenth-century Denmark, much as it is in twenty-first century North America. In contrast, our Christian Scriptures were written out of the crucible of suffering. There is much talk about a "Christian worldview," but I have yet to hear expectation of suffering as part of the discussion. Yet for most followers of Jesus for most centuries, suffering was an expected reality, an acknoledged aspect of their worldview. Kierkegaard observed, "Little by little, I noticed increasinglly that all those whom God really loved... had to suffer in this world. Furthermore, that that is the teaching of Christianity: to be loved by God and to love God is to suffer." Little more needs to be said in support of his observation than that we follow a crucified lord. To live in this fallen world is to experience pain--if not our own, then our neighbors; if not our neighbors', then Jesus', as we fill up what is lacking in His suffering (see Colossians 1:24). So Kierkegaard rightly said, "The nearer to Thee, the more pain." The closer we are to Jesus, the more His heart becomes our heart and His pain our pain over lost and broken people. He also knew the reality of 1 Peter 4:13: "To the degree that you share the sufferings of Christ, keep on rejoicing, so that also at the revelation of His glory you may rejoice with exultation." So he wrote, "I know that in Thy love Thou sufferest with me more than I, Infinite Love." Throughout Kierkegaard's Journals, suffering is not portrayed as a pain to be endured, but as the way to joy. In the midst of the suffering, prayer is the consolation, the source of strength, and the means of transformation. As God worked in Kierkegaard through his prayers, joy emerged."
"Comfortable, cozy Christianity was the order of the day in nineteenth-century Denmark, much as it is in twenty-first century North America. In contrast, our Christian Scriptures were written out of the crucible of suffering. There is much talk about a "Christian worldview," but I have yet to hear expectation of suffering as part of the discussion. Yet for most followers of Jesus for most centuries, suffering was an expected reality, an acknoledged aspect of their worldview. Kierkegaard observed, "Little by little, I noticed increasinglly that all those whom God really loved... had to suffer in this world. Furthermore, that that is the teaching of Christianity: to be loved by God and to love God is to suffer." Little more needs to be said in support of his observation than that we follow a crucified lord. To live in this fallen world is to experience pain--if not our own, then our neighbors; if not our neighbors', then Jesus', as we fill up what is lacking in His suffering (see Colossians 1:24). So Kierkegaard rightly said, "The nearer to Thee, the more pain." The closer we are to Jesus, the more His heart becomes our heart and His pain our pain over lost and broken people. He also knew the reality of 1 Peter 4:13: "To the degree that you share the sufferings of Christ, keep on rejoicing, so that also at the revelation of His glory you may rejoice with exultation." So he wrote, "I know that in Thy love Thou sufferest with me more than I, Infinite Love." Throughout Kierkegaard's Journals, suffering is not portrayed as a pain to be endured, but as the way to joy. In the midst of the suffering, prayer is the consolation, the source of strength, and the means of transformation. As God worked in Kierkegaard through his prayers, joy emerged."
Sunday, August 19, 2007
"I wanna blog!!!" Yep, that's what created this blog. My inner five year old saying, "I wanna blog!" :) So, who knows what this will become, but my hope is that it will be a constant reminder that every day we're a part of a GREATER RESCUE of God redeeming us to Himself.
Just started my grad program for Christian Counseling at Gordon-Conwell in Charlotte and it made me realize that I'm desperate for His healing and His rescue every stinkin' day. The busy-ness of Young Life is about to start back--and so you can pray that every dang day that I'll hear God's voice calling me away from the world and TO Him daily.
"The enemy RUNS at the sound of Your voice." Isaiah 33:3
Just started my grad program for Christian Counseling at Gordon-Conwell in Charlotte and it made me realize that I'm desperate for His healing and His rescue every stinkin' day. The busy-ness of Young Life is about to start back--and so you can pray that every dang day that I'll hear God's voice calling me away from the world and TO Him daily.
"The enemy RUNS at the sound of Your voice." Isaiah 33:3
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