Now I’ve been back in America for almost a year now, and I’ve realized something. Even though I now have church again, I’ve stopped seeking God on my own. Continue reading I’m starving.
See, I grew up in a society that idolized perfection. It felt like I didn’t fit. Continue reading The Perfect Gap
Alarm buzzer startles you awake. Your hand automatically finds the snooze button as you critically stare at the numbers on … Continue reading Excuses only lead to death
Jesus does this beautiful thing where he warns you how hard something will be before you actually step into the challenge. He warned me this would be an incredibly difficult season. Satan just tells you his way is wonderful at face value, and then later you’re wondering how you crashed and burned and get disappointed, because you weren’t expecting it. Jesus, however, says, “This will challenge, stretch and grow you, and you’re probably going to hate it, BUT it will be good.”
At least he’s honest. Continue reading You can’t get stronger without ripping your muscles
As I laid in my bed crying about my lost desires, Yahweh gave me a picture of a baby sobbing after his toy got taken from him. I thought about how drastic everything is in a baby’s world. Continue reading “BUT I WANTED THAT”: short-sighted faith
Now it’s May, and I’m getting into my sixth month of being back. I’m starting to discover resemblances of what normality must be. I feel less like a fish gasping for air while flopping around a boat deck, and finally have local friends. I have a community here. I have a ministry. I have a job. I have a temporary place to live. I have comfort. Continue reading Superabundantly Comfortable