One day, about a month and a half after my seventh birthday, my dad and I took a trip to the grocery store. I don’t remember why, but we picked up ginger ale along with some other groceries. Maybe it was just a treat, or maybe someone was sick (ginger ale can calm the stomach), but whatever the reason, we picked some up.
There was a time where I wasn’t leaning on God as much as I should. I felt like I didn’t have the authority that Jesus has given to us. Instead of praying boldly about my depression or insecurities, I would hide in my room, sometimes lying in bed all day because I was too anxious or depressed to do anything if I was off work.
When I was 16, I was a junior, and it was by far the most challenging year of high school for me. On top of having eight classes, I was in a rough situation. I had caught a person in some serious sin, and that situation did not get handled the way I had hoped. Between trying to study sulfur for a class presentation in chemistry, editing photos for my photography business, and attempting to address the situation, the Lord strongly convicted me of an issue in my heart
Have you ever picked a word for the new year? A couple years ago, a friend introduced me to this concept. I tried it last year, and I decided to try it again this year too. I wanted the word to act as a base for my activities for the year.
One day the drugs took a hold. The baby girl couldn't do anything to make the woman happy. She was the brunt of the attacks. Too young to understand, too young to know when to hide. The neighbors below heard her screams and cries. Rescue came moments before death might have stolen her away. Confusion overwhelmed her. No wait!! Don't take me away!
Growing up, I had always considered myself a fairly healthy person. I played sports, ate decently healthy, and was rarely sick. But when I began high school, I discovered I had scoliosis, a pretty significant spinal curve.
A little over a week ago, I went on my first missions trip to Nicaragua. I really didn’t know what to expect because I have never been on a missions trip before, but I absolutely am so humbled in the fact that God brought me there.
There was a time in the not-so-distant past when I allowed the enemy to use the strengths of the people I love to convince me that my own gifts were worthless. A time when instead of appreciating their gifts and how they benefited not only me but God’s Kingdom, I let jealousy creep in and take away my joy.
This summer I worked at a Christian youth camp. I took pictures of people all summer and grew in faith more than I know. God taught me many lessons in grace and joy and how I needed them throughout my time at camp. I struggled with some “people” issues, but God continued to show me that I needed to give and receive His grace as my own grace was far from sufficient. I went into the summer without many expectations for struggle or change, but He made it a beautiful struggle for me to grow in Him.
Three years ago, I was genetically tested for a disease known as Familial Mediterranean Fever. A couple of months later, I received a call that would change my life forever.