I always wanted to be a doctor when I grew up. But not just any doctor, the best doctor. I had it all planned out by the time I was fourteen. Undergrad, Medical School, Residency, etc. It was going to happen. The best schools in the country were going to accept me because I was going to have that 4.0 g.p.a. and countless recommendation letters in the bag. This was my one and only plan. My life..
I grew up reading (and rereading) the insanely popular relationship books on courtship and dating. Titles like, “When God Writes Your Love Story,” “When Dreams Come True,” “I Kissed Dating Goodbye,” “Boy Meets Girl” and several others were well worn books on my bookshelf.
As a 14,15,16 and 17 year old girl I was gung ho on board with the idea of “leaving the pen in God’s hands.”
I trusted God..
Earlier this spring I was hired by an amazing ministry to be a youth counselor in the beautiful Redwood forest in the Santa Cruz mountains of California. I left in June and enjoyed a brutal, beautiful, difficult, amazing, summer with 40 other staff members and hundreds of kids.
The reason I say it was difficult and wonderful at the same time is because it was. I grew in many ways I thought..
The car pulled in the driveway, I got out and walked into the house and went up to my room. I looked in the mirror at myself and let out a heavy sigh. How could I have left the house looking that way?
Why are my legs so big?
Why is my hair so flat?
Why can’t I keep a clear face?
The list of what was wrong with my image ran through my mind a million miles per hour. I couldn’t stop judging myself..
I was sitting in the nose bleed section with thousands of women in attendance.
This conference had all the motivational speakers, power packed content, and an energy that sparked action. It was busy, alive, and brought powerful “aha” moments.
Yet it was in one of the quieter moments that my soul was stirred – through a song sung by a woman whose voice graced me with penetrating stillness. Standing in awe, soul resonating, tears flowing, I soaked in God’s presence through these words…
In today’s society it seems as though singleness is a curse. Our world portrays singleness as a condition of loneliness, doomed to the unfortunate. But I challenge this notion by saying that one can be single, and not be lonely. When you’re busy pursuing the kingdom, you don’t have time to be lonely.
If we are not careful, singleness can challenge our self-worth because of thoughts like… “if..
If you’re a Christian you’ve heard it a million times: Trust in the Lord
We all know it’s easier said than done. For me, I like to be in control so trusting does not come easily. I love to plan and I love to know. When I was five years old I dreamed of becoming a party and wedding planner. Sometimes it just about kills me to not know what lies ahead—but when I think about it—where’s the fun in actually knowing? The mystery of what’s to come should ignite us with wonder. God mostly calls us to trust in Him because it shows our faithfulness to Him, but more than that, trusting in Him allows for a deeper bond between us and our Creator.
I will be the first to admit that trusting in God’s plan is difficult, but it is also life changing.
We’ve written several articles in the past about how to be a godly woman in a difficult generation, we’ve talked about singleness, we’ve talked about relationships, but I thought it would be a good idea to address the topic of how to be a godly woman worth being pursued by a godly man.
Sometimes it’s hard to know what is required. Sometimes you wonder if you are doing something wrong if you’ve..
I’ve heard this phrase many times, and yet somehow it makes me smile every time. The thought of sitting behind the wheel expecting to go somewhere but never putting the gear in drive seems ridiculous, yet how many of us live our lives just like this? Do you feel like your life is in park?
Ever try to drive a parked car?
God wants to be the one in charge of the wheel and the One to give..
For as long as I can remember, I’ve needed to be my own “knight in shining armor”. I’ve tried desperately to protect myself from getting hurt or from being hurt by others. Needless to say, it can’t be accomplished. Pain is unavoidable, or so I’ve learned-the hard way.
Many times, I’ve fought to keep myself from doing things, or going places, or involving myself in things that might hurt me. I..