House on the Rock

May it be enough for me to see God in the world. He asked me to go get coffee. Is that okay with you? I know you kind of liked him. May it be enough for me to see God in the world. My picture got almost eight hundred likes! That's crazy because I didn't even post it at prime publicity time. May it be enough for me to see God in the world. My mom just randomly bought me this. I didn't even ask for it because it was probably a couple hundred dollars. She randomly buys me stuff all the time.  May it be enough for me to see God in the world. I got up at 6 this morning to work out. I like to start out my day in the gym because it gets me feeling good and improves my body. May it be enough for me to see God in the world. I spent two hours reading my Bible this morning. You didn't? I just feel like God really cherishes our time with him so that's why I try to get a few hours in.  May it be enough for me to see God in the world. I got a 96. I barely e...

Mom, I'm about to change a lot of things for you.  You and Dad are busy now because you want to do everything right—hastily slapping speckled carpet down in the kitchen that you’ll regret when I’m a toddler. The house on Country Club Terrace isn't ready yet, and the new carpet is one of many impulsive decisions you’ll make in these nine months. But I’m coming, and you're putting carpet down so that the kitchen floor won't give me splinters, and you want to do everything right. You listen to Mozart in the mornings and eat fish oil vitamins because you want to do everything right. You read to me as I sit peacefully inside of you because you know that prenatal reading exposure can drastically change the mental capacity of a child. You've changed your diet for me. You have stopped drinking wine. Your hands habitually return to a folded position on your stomach because you hold me, just like you'll hold me for the next several months in your stomach and the next ...

Providence: (n). God holding everything together for our good and for His glory. Every detail of my life is intricately and intentionally fabricated by God. I thought about the series of events in my life that have brought me to the point I'm at today. This acknowledges the goodness of God and serves as a powerful reminder of His hand in every single aspect of my life. And it all starts with a men's slow pitch softball league. My grandpa operated the ball diamonds, so my mom played on a team and in an effort to get to know my mom, my dad signed up to be a coach. so then he married my mom, and they found their way back to the diamonds when dad was playing on a slow pitch team. my mom came to watch the game and she met Lis Glancy who invited her to MOPS which led to them checking out Pleasant View Church, where my dad eventually became a deacon and then a pastor which built a foundation of faith in my family and led me to accept Christ as my savior but then a ...

I see a girl. A child. My child; one I created with a specific purpose. A child I dearly love. She is wandering. And oh, she is prideful. She is so caught up in herself and her ways that she is not willing to surrender control and lean into me. I love her with an everlasting love. She feels like she is wandering through a desert with no good options out. She doesn't see that I will be with her in any option. She doesn't remember that I am the God who champions in bringing people out of the desert. But I love this girl. I want her to come running to me. I want her to repent of her ways, to abandon her pride. I want her to open her hands and surrender to my will. I want her to wait. She is so unsettled. Searching. Longing. Holding so tightly to what she thinks is best for her. I see her and I love her. O, that she would look up and see that I see her. She mistakes my silence for absence. She doesn't consider the way I let people wander to draw them in clo...