I used to tell myself I was going to buy a bouquet of flowers a week (or until the last ones died) as a form of "treating myself." And by bouquet of flowers I mean ruscus, camellia's minus the camellia, or any kind of eucalyptus. No flowers really. Think minimal and green. I recently discovered that… Continue reading Pick Me Ups.
Jesus, I need you. I am still tired and weak. I need your peace to fall afresh. I need you to hear my cry. Holy Spirit, come. Give me rest. And build a home. Every morning you'll hear me at it again. Every morning I lay out the pieces of my life on your altar and watch for… Continue reading A Letter To Jesus.
I want to be as unafraid as a child. As fearless as a lion. As bold as a pack of wolves. I don't want to be fazed about uncertainties, sickness, the future, that exam, or that circumstance. I could name so many things in my life that would lead me to be anxious and afraid. I… Continue reading Faith Like A Child.