Raise high your glass to the rain of mercy Let the waters overflow Raise high your glass to the flood of forgiveness Let the waters heal your soul The clouds are dark, they are bulging with rain They are gray,
I hope you are all celebrating Christmas wherever you are. Tuesday is the day where I usually go over News– and what better news is there than the birth of hope in Christ? It is good news itself, the gospel.
I just love these things. And not cause I made them, but because I truly find them to be motivational… babies. I was feeling down the other day and browsed the originals and just loved almost each one.
I tried to figure out my top ten favorite movies, then it became a top 23, then I didn’t want to write about that many, so I decided to pick 3 favorites– maybe not the favorite favorites, but ones I
Bread. I like bread. All sorts of bread. French bread. Italian bread. Croissants. Baguettes. Hawaiian sweet rolls. Wonderbread. Dark German bread. Pretty much any type of bread, I can enjoy. (Except Bagels. Don’t really like bagels.) That being said, because
I thought I was die-hard in my ruthless pursuit of God But I don’t even try that hard to think of Him at all I thought that I was the one that was chasing the One most worthy But it
On Friday morning, I logged onto Facebook to see what was going on in the lives of my Facebook friends. I saw that someone got engaged, a few friends were celebrating their birthdays. Another friend was commenting on music, another
When I was a high school senior at CCS in Cypress, TX, I was involved in planning a skit for a school year kick off event. We did a variety of bits, like two fru-fru ladies selling school mums and
I spent about a year and a half working on a thesis to finish my undergraduate studies at Baylor University. Now, that sounds impressive, I’m sure. Truthfully, I did try my best to live a full life while working on
I had other plans for today’s post, but the school shooting in Newtown, Connecticut just brought tears to my ears and an ache to my soul. Here is a video featuring the song, “Columbine, Friend of Mine” written by friends
This past summer at camp, I developed the curriculum for the Day Camp program. Our theme was MOVE, based on Acts 17:28, “In Him we live and move and have our being…” We talked about how God moves through us
A song inspired by writings of Andrew Peterson and CS Lewis. Romans 8:19-23 I have a hunger, I have a craving, I have an urging, a deep desire I have a thirst, I have a yearning, And it’s burning
I struggle with depression. I don’t know how long, but it’s flared up over the past few years. In my senior year at Baylor, it was the major factor in delaying my graduation for a year. Even as I went
Here’s some more of my fun quotreations (quote creations) from my Motivational Babies blog. What’s your favorite?
I wanted to call them posters, but they’re too small for that. And I didn’t want to call them images, because that’s too generic. I wanted to make up a word, but couldn’t find anything suitable. So I’m calling these
A student gets frustrated as he studies hard– so hard that he basically destroys his books. One book is not going to take it lying down, and it makes a great escape. Who will win? This video was produced in
Hi there. So you know that whole spiel about how we shouldn’t take the Scripture we like and leave out the stuff we don’t like, as opposed to Thomas Jefferson who… well, did just that. Well, I agree with the
A poem of hope in the winter season ~:~:~ ~:~ Brace yourself for the winter’s bane Rushing in like refreshing rain Spring erupts and breaks the bonds Of snow and ice and hail and frost Wretched death is finally gone
I don’t know about you, but I hate change. I think I’ve dealt with this since I was a baby– loud noises and changes in environment caused me to start crying and freak out. Now I don’t cry as much,
Well, that’s not exactly the best title, but it’ll do for now. No, I’m not filling this post with dollar sign shaped swimming pools or trampoline basketball courts (though, granted, both would be cool). No, this little post is about
I am developing a story (still secret for now) and as I was searching for inspiration, I came across this artist. Hans Dahl was a Norwegian artist who lived from 1849 to 1937. He painted scenes of Norwegian countrysides and