What is my purpose?
I know—scary question right? The standard answer most Christians say would be to pray about it and ask God for guidance. I wholeheartedly agree with that.
Continue readingWhat is my purpose?
I know—scary question right? The standard answer most Christians say would be to pray about it and ask God for guidance. I wholeheartedly agree with that.
Continue readingMy heart thudded against my chest. My breaths were fast and shallow. I felt like I was gasping for air.
I would hold myself, I would try to self-soothe.
I cried a lot. I felt constantly alone.
Continue readingThere are many wonderful qualities about you.
First, your volition to spend time around teenagers. Teenagers are a difficult group to minister to. Some adults think teenagers are self-absorbed and unwilling to learn. You see something different. You see that teenagers are part of the church too, and you seek to guide them.
Continue readingFor this post, I had the privilege of talking with several friends of mine as well as a few adults about the importance of Christian community. Some names have been changed.
One of the things I miss the most out of all the things we’ve lost by sheltering in place during this pandemic is my community. Even though I get to see them on video calls, it isn’t the same. Through these last few weeks I’ve realized how much my church, youth group and girls’ group is important to me.
Continue readingI love to journal. I am passionate about all kinds of writing and keeping a journal is just one of the ways I do that. Every time I fill up one journal, I go through my collection of journals, and pick my next one based on what season of life I am going through.
This season’s journal was decorated with loaves and fishes. I wanted it to remind me of God’s provision. The reason was, before all the cancellations and quarantines of the COVID-19 pandemic, I was supposed to go on a mission trip. It was going to be my first mission trip and I was excited and a little nervous to see how God was going to use me.
Continue readingPrayer was hard for me because I never knew what to say. I was a shy girl who lived in fear of saying the wrong thing, even to God. Every time I tried to pray, it felt wrong for some reason. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right.
The first thing that opened up my eyes to prayer was the Prayer Night I mentioned in my testimony. That was what started my learning, but I didn’t become “perfect” at praying. I was still confused after the event and had more questions.
Continue readingMy youth leader gave everyone an index card. “Write a question,” he said. “It could be a question about God, a random question, or even a silly one. These cards are anonymous.”
There were many questions I had that I was too shy to ask, so I was grateful to be able to ask them on paper. I took the index card and wrote my question: “Why is there an Old Testament?” and dropped it in the box. A few weeks later we had the Question Night I mentioned in my testimony and I got an answer.
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