Friday, September 18, 2015


The other day I finally just took a moment to pause. To stop and listen. Through my open window, I could hear the wind rustling the trees. It danced with them in a waltz. What a beautiful, peaceful sound. 

No pressure, no worries. Just abounding peace. 

God overwhelms us with peace. 

While the rest of the world bombards us with news, nonstop business, and stress, God gives us peace. 

Zephaniah 3:17 says, "The LORD your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing." 

 "The LORD make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; 
 the LORD turn his face toward you and give you peace." ~
Numbers 6:25-26

So just stop and listen. 

Rest in Him. Enjoy His peace. 

I Dare You

What are you doing to make a difference? 

Are you fighting for the unborn? Or are sitting back while countless lives, innocent souls, are being legally murdered in our country.

How many abortions will happen while you remain silent? 

But this issue is not just with abortion. The unborn are not the only ones who need our voice, though they need it so desperately.

How many people will end their own lives while you neglect to stretch out your hand and let them know YOU care?

Broken people are all around us. Find them. And help them. 

Speak up. 

Be a voice. 

"If you were accused of being a Christian, would there be enough evidence to convict you?" 

I'm not writing this to condemn you. My purpose is not to say, "Oh look, you're not doing anything." I mean this to encourage you to do something by showing you what you can do. 

You never know just how much influence you do have. Good, or bad. So use your influence for good! 

Encourage someone. Offer them a smile. Pray for the person you see hanging her head down. Text an uplifting  verse to your family and friends. Let's get a revival started! Ask three people how you can be praying for them in the upcoming week, and then DO IT! 

Share the love of God. 

Make a difference. 

I dare you. 

Friday, September 11, 2015

For the Fallen


Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

(Excerpts from "For the Fallen" by Laurence Binyon) 

Friday, September 4, 2015

My Sweet Colorado

My heart never ceases to long for the red dirt and majestic mountains of Colorado. I wish to walk and climb in the Garden of the Gods. How I desire just to catch a glimpse of Pikes Peak! However, whenever I am missing Colorado, my mind always wonders back to one particular place. One interesting town. Manitou Springs.
I will not forget the first time I entered Manitou. I remember thinking, “Well, this sure is an interesting little place!” I stared out at the shop windows, laughing to myself at some of the random signs. Then we drove straight up the ridiculously steep streets, looking around, trying to read the tiny little signs out in front of buildings to figure out where Summit Ministries was.
Later on, my new friend and I went down town to get custard and hang out. We walked down Main Street. Shades of rusty red and brown were all around us, matching the special dirt of Colorado. The colors of the earth were accented with bright yellows and blues and greens and oranges of shop signs, the giant rubber duck outside the duck store, or random spray-painted pieces of plywood covered in peace signs, reminding passersby’s of the town’s hippie flavor.
As we continued to walk, we passed adorable little homes. They were tall, not wide, with white railing on decks and down the stairs. The railing was matched by white trim along the front door and the edges of the windows. Some of them had a slight Victorian look, which I love! My friend and I  made a little loop, down one side of the street, and up the other, until we reached the famous custard shop. It is a little rock building on Manitou Avenue with black tables with green umbrellas outside it. We got our custard and sat down on a wooded bench not far from the shop. There we could see much of the town. Several of our fellow Summit students were lined up at the custard shop, awaiting their little taste of heaven. Down the streets we watched people go about their day. Some hippies dressed in very colorful, strange clothing strolled in and out of the shops. In the distance we could see the mountains; Pikes Peak majestic with his crown of snow. Off to the left and a little further down the mountain was the Incline. One mile, straight up, of wooded stairs. The view was a gorgeous watercolor painting of the light blue sky, puffy white clouds, royal purple and blue, vibrant green, and of course, my ever favorite red. All the colors blended together and embedded themselves into my memory.
This unique town has found a place in my heart. It holds a place of fond memories and will always call me to return. Someday, in the near future, I know I will be back. Meanwhile, you should visit it for me. Go tell Manitou hello. Walk its streets. Look up at the mountains. And don’t forget to eat some custard!