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    Kissing the Wave

    First and foremost—I promise you that this not a ploy to trick you into believing that I have it all together at twenty-one, because, not even close. Just ask anyone who has come in contact with me in the last week. They’re all reading this rolling their eyes—we know. If anything it is the exact opposite and if it is any consolation to you, I’m writing this from my halfway made bed at 12:37 a.m. featuring acne cream, a blue sock, a black sock and minty-fresh retainer. “I don’t understand, maybe I never will. That’s when You come rushing in.” This has been the song of my heart for sometime…

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    Dear Lovely,

    Jesus to me two hours before my alarm was supposed to go off this morning: Get up! Hurry! Get out your pen, I don’t want you to miss this!  Man, I am so glad that I didn’t. These are real words, exactly as they are in the pages of my journal, just as the Lord gave them to me. For every lie that enemy has planted in my ear, Jesus countered. He will do the very same for you. I feel entirely exposed publishing this, because they are from the deepest, most intimate places in my heart, but I believe from those same places that He has a word for you this…

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    A Tired Hallelujah

    “Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and give me a willing spirit.” Psalm 51:12 “Consider me and answer, Lord my God. Restore brightness to my eyes; otherwise, I will sleep in death.” Psalm 13:3 I don’t know about you, but my hallelujah these days is puffy-eyed and groggy. Exhausted, in the most raw sense. Somewhere in the mix it has become a quiet chore. Somewhere along the way I stopped expecting and started living on yesterday’s word, which became last week’s, which became last month’s. And this is not to say that the Lord cannot or will not fall fresh on scripture that you have read a million times, but…

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    A Prayer For the Anxious One

    “Holy One, thank you for my place at Your feet. Even in the midst of everything else, you made room for me. My Champion, you step into the pages of my story—You win.  Darkness cannot exist in Your light (Micah 7:8). Teach me to call it out. Mighty Warrior, You rejoice with me. Let the song you sing over me be the anthem of my life (Zephaniah 3:17). Fear, bow. Sickness, heal. Anxiety, cancelled in the name of Jesus. Your Word ordains my victories (Psalm 44:4). You alone are my mountain of refuge and source of strength. I trust You. (Psalm 28:7). Today I will walk confidently before the throne, as Esther did—like the heir that I am (Hebrews 4:15,…

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    If Ceilings Could Talk: Genesis 1

    I found this picture in my camera roll. It’s the ceiling of the Georgia Dome in Atlanta, Georgia–that this week–some 55,000 eighteen to twenty-four year olds sat enamored under, listening to the hope of the Gospel being communicated by some of the greats. I thought it was only fitting for the word that the Lord has given me this morning. Today is the first day following Passion 2017. It’s like December 26th all over again. You know what I’m talking about. The day after Christmas when all the hype is now past-tense and you’re surrounded by all of this new stuff and you don’t even know where to begin doing something…

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    Faucet Water

      Greetings from the twilight zone. Been a little while, eh? I guess it always will be. For those of you who have followed my blog for any period of time, first of all, let it be known that you are a Rockstar. Mean it. Capital R. Bold. Times New Roman font size 87. And me? I am your groupie. Taking time away from you, was never originally my intention, it never is. Sometimes you just get weary of your own vulnerability and want to put a “gone to lunch. be back never” sign over the door of your transparency and pretend like life is really what it seems on Instagram. If only, if only…

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    Life Off the Edge

    “Worry implies that we don’t quite trust God is big enough, powerful enough, or loving enough to take care of what’s happening in our lives. Stress says the things we are involved in are important enough to merit our impatience, our lack of grace towards others, or our tight grip of control. Basically, these two behaviors communicate that it’s okay to sin and not trust God because the stuff in my life is somehow exceptional. Both worry and stress reek of arrogance. They declare our tendency to forget that we’ve been forgiven, that our lives are brief …and that in the context of God’s strength, our problems are small, indeed.” -Francis Chan…