Music and Lyrics - the story

Music and Lyrics - the story

Have you ever walked through a valley so dark, so long, and so silent that you’ve ended up doubting if the sun exists anymore?

I have.

For 15 years I lived through a season of being completely hidden. Invisible, passed over and forgotten. I was there, but not really there. I was physically in the room, but not really present. I was screaming, but not heard. Can you relate?

Get sharp or go home!

Get sharp or go home!

As I press in with God, I do not find that the road ahead of me broadens, and my options widen. I find that things are tightened up and narrowed. I’m less and less willing to allow the drudge of the world contaminate me, and I’m more and more intent on purity and holiness, because that is what he requires from me.

The aim is not to get away with letting in as much as I can get away with while retaining my ‘Christian’ title.
The aim is to have a pure heart and clean hands so that I can ascend the hill of the Lord. (Ps42)

So then why, oh why, are we seeing believers, supposed mature believers, flirting with fire and playing with principalities, and yet still expecting to not get burned?

Confessions of a Curvy Girl...

Confessions of a Curvy Girl...

By my daughters age (10), I was already highly aware that my body was not the preferable shape to those around me. I’d experienced my leg circumferences being measured in the school yard, and compared to the most popular girls measurements, and having my body measurements circulated around the kids at my school, like they were the newest candy trend that everyone wanted a piece of…

I need to learn to embrace the body I’ve been entrusted with, and not expect my ocean liner to behave like a jet ski.