I was a part of one church for twenty eight years. Yes, you heard me right…twenty. eight. years. To me that was my normal, I couldn’t have imagined growing up any different. My parents joined our home church soon after they found God in the 70’s, and immediately fell in love with the grace message
Have you ever been at the end of your rope, so to speak? I know I have. I’m not sure what picture comes to mind for you when you hear that saying, but for me I envision someone frantically pulling a rope towards themselves in the hopes that something promising would be attached to it.
At this same time last year I was in a quandary of sorts. I had been living in California for the last year and a half, and was two months shy of finishing my Counseling degree. For a year leading up to this point I had this mysterious but strong impression that something major was going to
“Something happens when you feel ownership. You no longer act like a spectator or consumer, because you’re an owner. Faith is at it’s best when it’s that way too. It’s best lived when it’s owned.” -Bob Goff, Love Does I couldn’t agree more with these words. This speaks of a life all-in; feet that have left