Monday, April 27, 2015

The Voyage



The thoughts in my head rage like a tempest
I fear the voyage ahead and what it will bring.
The waves swell and the bow dips.
My feet become damp and I fear the rising of the water.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

You Will Not Fall: The Hope of God's Everlasting Covenant

“Come, all you who are thirsty. Come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy, and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without cost. Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and you will delight in the richest of fare” (Isaiah 55:1-3).

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Philippians 4:8 Challenge

               

               There are so, so many temptations in this world and, especially attending a public school, marching forward on the “straight and narrow” with eyes constantly turned to Jesus can be difficult and daunting task.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

So Much Better


        Want is a powerful feeling: it so often consumes a soul. It can be good and evil because it only reflects the attitude of a heart. If your heart is evil, your wants are evil. Sometimes, though, I desire things that aren’t bad – some of them could even be considered good – but that desire consumes me so that it becomes an idol to the One I’m supposed to desire.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

For Girls Everywhere: Be You

                Who are you? At the core, where it really matters, who are you? Yes, you are your name, but that is a mere scribble on a piece of paper, just letters put together that sounded nice to whoever named you.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Because of Jesus

What if Jesus hadn’t risen? What if the stone hadn’t been rolled away, if the curtain hadn’t been torn in two? What would that mean for us? Without Jesus, this world would be drastically, terribly different.

Friday, April 3, 2015

The True Goodness of Good Friday

I was going to do a big Good Friday post. I had so much planned, but as I tried to write, I realized something: sometimes, as much as I hate to admit it, there are no words that can be used to describe something; sometimes, something can only be experienced. So, instead of describing Jesus' terrible, agonizing death, I am going to describe an experience: my experience of Jesus' love.