You could be a fisherman, a Samaritan, a Pharisee, a tax collector, a prostitute... you can be a sinner. But He will STILL have died for you and He will STILL have shed His blood for you and you, sinner, are STILL forgiven and loved.
Jesus isn't all about JOY alone... He knows that growth is hard. He knows that division between people is painful. He didn't die so that you could avoid the reality of our world and the souls lost within it. He died to give you a courageous life... so that you could be free in His love and show those who can't otherwise see Him that He is a reality.
I admit it... I have abandonment issues. As much as I know I'm loved right now... there was a point in my life where I'd been tossed around so much, I decided I wasn't worth love. Some where along the... Continue Reading →
There's something foolish about trying to understand, analyze, and question everything. There are times I find myself super intrigued about the chaos. Millions of intricately and uniquely designed lives flutter in and out, buzzing about, sometimes passing by each other... Continue Reading →
It’s my honest belief that God not only loves our uniqueness, but that He created us so unique for a reason. Did you know that your fingerprint and the pattern in your eyes are completely unmatched from any other human... Continue Reading →
I think a lot. The gears are always turning. I never rest. I have a lot of issues that no one knows about. Hidden things that I ignore but know someday will probably hurt me. And I have this theory... Continue Reading →
Sometimes... I overreact. I jump to conclusions. I make up these imaginary worst case scenarios... and I'm ready to flee-jump-escape... before anything bad even happens. I still have crazy bouts of anxiety. I cry over things that haven't happened yet...... Continue Reading →
HOPE has been the driving source of my life calling. I have survived, fought, withstood, and conquered, but sometimes it's too much. For me, it took years of devastating failed attempts to thrive in a world that constantly took from... Continue Reading →
Some days she received light. More often she gave light. Worn down. Broken. Complicated melancholy. Haunting her mind, a melancholy. Why hast thou forsaken me? Crying to the depths of her core. Her spirit was at war.
Rescued Hope 