Our local church is hosting a missions conference unlike any missions conferences I’ve ever seen (and I’ve seen a lot). The “Grace on Mission Conference” is running for the entire month of March, and this is what it’s all about: As part of this conference, members of our local church are presenting the para-church ministries … [Read more…]
But what about the wake – the ripples and waves and spray and foam that toss and tumble about from the path cut by the ferry on this journey of healing through telling my story?
This is why I write vulnerably, raw, and exposed. To offer hope by letting people know that they aren’t alone.
Because whether I was wrong – or the critic was wrong – coming face to face with my mistakes is what pushes me closer to Jesus.
God our Father We thank You For our many blessings Amen
My stories can wait to be told until I’m mature enough to tell them well.
I create. I write. Music or words. It matters not. I am a writer.