I don't believe in love to gain salvation. I don't do things because I feel guilty or obligated, just because Jesus also did them, nor simply because they're the right thing to do. I don't love people by obligation, because... Continue Reading →
I don't like everyone... But I also don't hate everyone... Yet, I do love everyone. Anyone who thinks love is overrated, just doesn't know what love is. Anyone who thinks you can like a lot of people and love a... Continue Reading →
Years ago I had this conversation with an old friend about how she'd been seeing multiples of numbers all the time. Someone in the same room jumped into the conversation explaining that humans were instinctively seeking patterns as a natural... Continue Reading →
Just thinking about how Jesus would sit with these people that others avoided...Like the lepers of their day... Not just inflicted with a physically painful ailment but it being seen as a result of sinfulness and something they can't come... Continue Reading →
I cannot promise tomorrow for anyone… I cannot promise a painless day or that a relationship will last or even that you'll breathe another day. But I can stand as a living testimony that despite the storms and pains of... Continue Reading →
I find myself terrible at remembering names or other details. My memory sort of sucks. But in life, when circumstances arise that feel tough, scary, or hard to handle, a small, still voice whispers things like, "be still... let me fight this battle," (Exodus 14:14) or, "I'll never give you more than you can handle, stand firm, persevere, and have hope..." (1 Corinthians 10:13, 15:58, 16:13, & James 1:2-4).
But there is something about this Love; something that changes in you when you come to truly understand it. This is a Love you can't escape, sabotage, or destroy. You can HATE Him... And He will STILL LOVE you. The moment I realized He's there and He's not going away... I can't avoid it and I cling to Him.
From my point of view, I was treating life like a math problem. I was weighing outcomes that hadn't even presented themselves as possibilities. I was calculating what could be the worst to happen, the best to happen, and everything in between. Oblivious to how tortured I was, I thought I knew everything and I literally knew nothing.
It's as though I'm learning His language and the more we get to talking, the more I wanna know.
Rescued Hope 