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Kristen Welch and I are sorta, kinda, soul sisters? As I serve on the board of directors of the ministry Kristen founded, Mercy House Global, I get to see it first hand…
Maybe I would — or wouldn’t have — signed up to be the mother of children who could die at any minute. Maybe it’s kinda every mother’s worst fear? I…
Grace would have it no other way — but to come find you no matter what way you’ve taken.
There is a time for death, but there is also a time for birth. Our hearts, though heavy, need not despair.
Caring for the poor is absolutely not optional for the Christian — caring for the poor is absolutely elemental for the Christian.
What I really needed all along, more than anything, was to see myself through His eyes.
I glimpsed the joy beyond the curtain that was mine for the taking, and in that glorious, incredible moment, something in my heart shifted.
But faith is not measured by our ability to manipulate God to get what we want. It is measured by our willingness to submit to what He wants.
A flourishing human existence finds its source of power in God and is demonstrated through a life of love.
Nothing is beyond God’s capacity, ability, or desire to redeem, restore, and reconcile.
You are able to walk Jesus strong because of who He is and what He has already done.
God didn’t just rock my world. God blew my world apart and then rebuilt it from the ground up.
When we trust fully in God to help us and refuse to let our pride turn us away from His forgiveness, then He will renew our strength, giving us joy and energy for the tasks ahead.
I promised God that if He would give me words, I would give Him my voice.
Sometimes, for a season, all we can expect from ourselves is to sit on the floor and breathe.
Let’s talk — I’d love for us to get to know each other…
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