Almost a year ago I traveled with people from my church on a two-week trip to the Middle East. I was both stretched and impacted.
I want to be stronger and shine brighter.
In high school, I always looked forward to Wednesday nights because it was our discipleship group for young ladies — called Bright Lights (founded by Sarah Mally). This stands for “Being Radiant in Godliness, Holiness, and Testimony” with the theme verse, “Let no one look down on your youth, but be an example of the believers in word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity.” (I Timothy 4:12) Continue reading “Bright Lights with Passports”
Today is September 25th, and I began a new prayer journal.
It’s a thick hardcover with gold-rimmed flowers on the front. Writing the first page felt like signing a contract because I’ll probably be dedicated to this one for two years, thanks to its size and small lines. Were there any themes I wanted? Special purposes or ways to use it? A fancy way to write the date? Now was the time to begin a new tradition! Continue reading “Little Flocks”
This spring has been thought-provoking.
This post will be as eclectic as some of my moving boxes, which let me assure you, are filled with many miscellaneous items you can’t throw away. I mean, you can’t just toss unused matches in the trash. Or college notes, or socks, even if you don’t know where the other pair is.
Studying Nehemiah this past year with my church was breaking new ground for me. I honestly didn’t know how it ended. I avoided reading summaries to avoid spoilers and was carried along in the suspense. I kind of expected the book to conclude with the wall built and the choirs singing. Turns out, the wrap-up in the last few chapters is more of a sobering wakeup call for my own pattern of turning to “broken cisterns” instead of God.