As trees begin to bud and tulips peep above the winter ground, thoughts turn to spring and new life. I’m not a gardener, but I love wandering through a well-tended space. The smell of the damp earth and the beautiful blooms stir something in me—a yearning I suspect is as ancient as the first garden, Eden.
It was in a garden where God knelt to gather earth and form it into a man. God breathed into that clay and man became a living soul. It says in Genesis that God planted the garden and then placed Adam and Eve there to tend it.
Scripture doesn’t tell us how long Adam and Eve enjoyed the work God had given them in the paradise He had prepared for them. It does mention God joining them to walk in the cool of the evening. Calling their names to have them come close.
“Adam. Eve. I’m here.”
Can you imagine? Rinsing off the sweat and dust from the day, pulling your hair up off your neck, and strolling through paradise with your Creator, your Best Friend. Just the thought of it fills my chest with longing.
Still, at some point, Adam and Eve became tempted with the idea of more. I’d like to fault them for it, but I have the same desire coursing through my veins as well. The idea of more wisdom, more pleasure, more, more, more—it never goes away. And when the right temptation is placed in front of me at the right time, it’s awfully hard to say no. Be it a forbidden apple or a chocolate drizzled piece of cheesecake, we humans are a “yes please” people.
The amazing thing isn’t so much that Adam and Eve turned their attention and satisfaction away from God and chose their own path. The shocking thing is that God witnessed their rejection and sought them out anyway. He knew they had tasted rebellion and sin and death. He knew they would never be pure apart from His intervention on their behalf. And yet, He loved them enough to leave Heaven and come to them in the cool of the day as always.
“Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the Lord God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and they hid from the Lord God among the trees of the garden.”
Genesis 3:8
I wonder if He thought of that first garden encounter when He knelt in the garden of Gethsemane, preparing to give His life for the lives of those very same people He created so long before. People that had come to Him for bread and healing yet rejected His offer of relationship. People who had cried, “hosanna,” days before and were about to cry, “crucify Him” in the hours to come. Despite all the heartache humanity had poured on His shoulders, He still willingly gave His blood for us. Blood that made a way for us to live with Him forever in the new heaven and new earth He is preparing for us now.
Mary Magdalene didn’t understand all that had been granted to her that morning she wept in the garden outside His empty tomb. She thought her hopes for the future died with Jesus. Can you imagine the confusion coursing through her as she pleaded to the man she thought was the gardener to show her the body of her friend? She was devastated already at losing Him and then horrified that she might not be able to properly prepare His body with the care He deserved. Then in a moment, her name on His lips changed everything.
“Mary.”
The love and compassion in those four little letters makes me cry. Sin took down the human race, but Love won the fight. Death steals. Life gives and gives and gives for eternity. Satan breaks his promises. Jesus allowed His own body to be broken to fulfill every promise He ever made.
This Easter weekend you may feel as Mary did—heartbroken and weary and afraid. But there is hope for you just as there was for her though she didn’t see it yet. She saw an empty tomb and believed the worst had happened. She couldn’t imagine a future where Jesus walked with her full of life, eyes sparkling with joy and celebration from all He had accomplished. A future that was moments away from the grief she was in at the time.
This world still rotates in brokenness and pain. Every day death steals those we love. Sickness sweeps the planet and disaster is almost celebrated on the nightly news. Yet Jesus stands beside us and calls to us through our suffering. He speaks our name, reaches out a nail-scarred hand, and smiles—a cheesy, playful, I’ve-got-a-secret smile because He knows what’s coming.
Take His hand, my friend! Get to know Him as more than the angry man who flipped over the tables in the temple and put Pharisees in their place. Walk with the man who had all the fish hide on the other side of the boat just so He could surprise the men with an abundance after a long night of catching nothing. Place your hopes on the One who grabbed the keys of death and hell right out of the hand of the Enemy and then walked through walls to tell His friends about it. (You can’t tell me He didn’t have a good belly laugh over the looks on their faces when He pulled that stunt.)
Jesus is SO full of bubbly, sparkling, life and He wants to share it with you! Not just when you get to heaven, but today and Tuesday and on Tax Day and the Monday after that. Jesus will meet you in your garden whether it’s in a season of confusion or in the middle of a mess of your own making.
Jesus’ dying wish was to be your friend. Won’t you grant Him that? He loves you. He’s calling your name. Don’t hide from Him like Adam and Eve did. Hug His neck like Mary.
Are you observing Lent this year? Growing up Baptist, Lent was never something I understood or observed. In case you are also unaware of the practice, Lent is a 40-day period of fasting beginning on Ash Wednesday and continuing through Easter Sunday. It is a reminder of Jesus’ 40 days spent fasting in the wilderness in preparation for public ministry and is intended to prepare hearts and minds for Passion Week and the celebration of the Resurrection.
Rather than subtracting something from your life, or perhaps in addition to fasting, you may find it encouraging to add something new into your spiritual preparations for Easter. There are three things I’ve been doing lately that have added greatly to my understanding of Jesus, and my joy in our relationship. I’m sharing them with you today to encourage you to find ways to create space in your life for Holy Spirit to bring renewal to your spirit and understanding of how God is at work in your daily circumstances.
1. Reading the Gospels on repeat
As a fan of Annie F. Downs and her bubbly 7-ness, I received this suggestion from her podcast, That Sounds Fun. In 2020, Annie read the Gospels through every month and often commented on how much she was learning from the life of Jesus as she examined it over and over again throughout the year.
While I haven’t followed the strict monthly schedule, I have been reading the Gospels through repeatedly with the goal of trying to get to know Jesus better and to allow His words be the primary words I am taking in to my heart. Social media can be a wonderful tool, but it can also fill your mind with opinions and attitudes that are less than healthy and even dangerous. In addition to cutting back on the voices of strangers, adding the voice of Jesus into that space is a welcome source of peace and clarity.
2. Reading Beautiful Outlaw by John Eldredge
If you follow my Instagram account at all, you know I love to read and recommend good books. I find myself recommending John Eldredge books often and Beautiful Outlaw is no exception. Mr. Eldredge does a wonderful job of highlighting the delightful aspects of Jesus’ personality that are easy to miss in a casual reading of Scripture. This book also sheds light on some of the more confusing interactions Jesus had in the Gospels.
It’s hard to love someone that you don’t know or understand, including Jesus. But the more you get to know Him, the easier it is to love Him and interact with Him as you go throughout your day. Getting to know Jesus as a person is the first step in becoming His friend, and I can’t imagine a greater BFF to have than Jesus, can you?
Beautiful Outlaw is a wonderful companion to reading the Gospels. It will help you see Jesus as His disciples did 2,000 years ago and as He continues to interact with His disciples today.
3. Journaling the thin spaces
If you’re a fan of the tv show Fringe, you may think of a thin place as a geographical place where the invisible barrier between universes is thin enough to pass from one to another. In Celtic spirituality, the term is used to refer to moments where heaven and earth seem to collide.
Moments where God felt present and His kingdom felt “on earth as it is I heaven” used to be few and far between in my life. But as I’ve grown closer to God, I’ve realized these moments are all around us at all times if we have the eyes to see them. As Elizabeth Barrett Browning once said,
“Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit around and pluck blackberries.”
One of the best tools I’ve found to help me have “eyes to see” is journaling. Intentionally pausing for a few moments to record a special encounter with God, or delight in one of His good gifts helps me be more mindful of them as I go throughout my day. Writing things down also helps to sort through the brain clutter to discover what you actually believe. You could use a spiral notebook, the back of a receipt, or the margins of your Bible. It doesn’t have to be fancy or formal. Any way that you can train your mind to be aware of God at work in your life is the right way.
Since Easter is just a few weeks away, I’d like to invite you to join me in spending concentrated time focusing on Jesus by reading through the Gospels and journaling aspects of His personality that might be missed in a casual reading. With this goal in mind, I’ve created a free downloadable resource to share with you called Becoming Friends with Jesus.
Becoming Friends with Jesus is a full-color guide that includes 30 reading and journal prompts to help you get to know Jesus better. You can print it like a brochure and tuck it into your Bible or follow along on your computer, tablet, or phone. Just follow the link and enter your email and this free resource will land in your inbox momentarily.
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I hope you will join me in getting to know Jesus better over the next 30 days! Let’s make this year’s Resurrection Sunday a celebration unlike any you’ve experienced before.
I’m not asking if you believe in God as I might ask if you believe in aliens or in Santa. But rather, do you believe that what He says is true? Do you believe that the promises of Scripture are meant for you? Do you believe that the talents He has gifted you with were meant to be a blessing to you and others? Do you believe that the dreams He has laid on your heart in the dark hours of the night will come to pass in time?
Much of my life I’ve studied God’s Word and accepted it as truth from an intellectual perspective. God says that His Word is truth and therefore it is. History and science also provide proofs to Scripture’s validity. I believed the Bible to be true on behalf of others who struggled with doubt or worried that God wouldn’t come through for them. I’ve prayed in faith that God would meet their needs. I’ve also prayed that God would meet my own and He has. I know Him to be faithful and true to His Word.
But there is one dream I have that is so dear to my heart I’ve been afraid to fully give it to God. I’ve prayed around it. I’ve worried about it. I’ve hoped it might come true. But outright believing that God placed this dream in my heart and gifted me for it that I might pursue it for my joy and the benefit of others feels scary. Like perhaps He’s set me up for failure. It’s the dream of being a successful writer.
I know that you can define “success” in many ways, one of them being to help another person with your words. Just one solitary person finding hope because of a blog post or book is a wonderful thing. So in that sense I can claim success today.
But if I’m honest, my heart wants more. I want to help hundreds, if not thousands, of people find freedom in Christ. I want my books to win awards for literary excellence. I want my name on the New York Times Bestseller List.
All of that feels so out of reach that it would definitely be a “God thing” for it to happen. It also feels prideful to admit I have these desires. It feels like I’m not a good Christian because “good Christians” are to be humble and small and those who find success are sell-outs who have turned away from God to chase the success of the world. I don’t know exactly where those feelings came from. Perhaps I’ve internalized false messages. I can’t say for sure.
What I do know is that God is leading me to take a new step in my faith—to trust Him and His goodness at a deeper level than I ever have before. The foundation of this step was laid last year as He laid the word “transformation” on my heart (read that post here) and then began to transform my mindset, body, habits, and more throughout the months of 2020. Last year felt preparatory—like I was standing at the edge of a cliff. This year feels like I’m stepping off.
I’m free falling. Some might call it going “all in.” Some might call it foolish or even sinful, but in my heart I know it’s right. I’ve decided to believe.
Luke chapter 1 records two examples of people God chose to use in extraordinary ways. Zechariah was a priest. This is how Luke introduces him:
“In the days of Herod, king of Judea, there was a priest named Zechariah, of the division of Abijah. And he had a wife from the daughters of Aaron, and her name was Elizabeth. And they were both righteous before God, walking blamelessly in all the commandments and statutes of the Lord. But they had no child, because Elizabeth was barren, and both were advanced in years.” (Luke 1:5-7)
As you can see, Luke enjoyed conjunctions as much or more than I do. *cheeky grin*
You might think of Zechariah as a sort of “preachers’ kid” today. He was born into the tribe of Levi, otherwise known as the priestly line. By nature of birth, he was raised to serve in the Temple in Jerusalem and fulfill certain duties. He was in the process of doing these when an angel came to him and told him he would become a father in his old age. He had all the Bible knowledge to know that what God said would happen. It was just a matter of time.
But Zechariah, despite being a professional servant of God, looked at his circumstances and responded in doubt. They had prayed for years for a child and been disappointed. Now it was too late. They were too old. The timing was off. It wasn’t possible. Gabriel’s response? “…behold, you will be silent and unable to speak until the day that these things take place, because you did not believe my words, which will be fulfilled in their time.”
Doubt stole Zechariah’s voice. He couldn’t tell his wife the good news. He couldn’t share the blessing of Elizabeth’s growing tummy with the neighbors. He couldn’t sing for joy in the shower. He was silenced because of his unbelief.
Several verses and six months later, the angel Gabriel made another visit to the Holy Land to share good news with a young woman named Mary. There would be another miraculous birth. Mary would bear the Messiah despite being a virgin and remaining in that state until after Jesus’ birth. It seemed impossible. Crazy even. She was poor, likely uneducated, certainly not a spiritual leader like Zechariah.
Mary’s response was not to doubt, but to ask a clarifying question. The birds and bees talk didn’t cover immaculate conception. But once Gabriel shared the details she was “all in.”
“Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word.”
Mary knew people would misunderstand her situation. They would judge her apparent sin. They would heap accusations and shame on her head, on her fiancé, on her family. They would accuse Jesus of being an illegitimate bastard during His ministry. But despite the rejection, shame, and reproach she was about to endure, Mary believed God and put her faith into action by rushing to visit Elizabeth.
Two promises of God. Two different responses. One doubted and lost the joy of entering into God’s plan to the fullest capacity. The other embraced God’s promise, acted in faith, and was blessed immeasurably for it.
For many years, I’ve lived like Zechariah—working for God as expected but gripped with doubts, fear, worry about what people thought of me—always waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop. This year, I’ve committed to acknowledge the fear, the unknown, the misunderstandings, the bad reviews, and all the rest, but putting my mustard-seed size faith to work anyway. I may never hit a best seller list, but I for sure won’t if I don’t work hard to make my novels the very best they can be. I may never reach 10,000 email subscribers, but it’s a guarantee that I won’t even reach one if I keep my words to myself and my blog posts unwritten.
God won’t bless a person who is unwilling to partner with Him.
So for the next 11+ months of 2021 I have committed to believe that there will be a fulfillment of the dreams God has laid on my heart in His time. I will work towards making them come true and I will praise Him when they do. And at every turn I will thank Him for choosing me to take part in the work He is doing in the world.
“Blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her from the Lord.” – Luke 1:45
So what about you?
Have you made a commitment to believe God and pursue the dreams He has placed in your heart? Have you shared your dream with a trusted friend and prayer partner? If not, I’d love to dream with you. Feel free to message me and together we will believe that what God has promised will come to pass.
It’s been amazing to me these last few days how fast my internal dialogue can shift. After one productive day I think, “Wow, you got a lot done today. You’re great!” Then one day I spend time coloring and binge-watching an entire season of Chuck and I think, “You’re so lazy. You’re wasting your life. You’ll never be successful.”
When productivity becomes a measure for my self-worth, I’m in a precarious mental and spiritual state. Perhaps productivity isn’t your concern. You can binge-watch like a champion without any worries whatsoever. But maybe your appearance, your muscle tone, or your validation from others is your measure for your self-worth. Or perhaps you find self-worth in the state of your household, the good behavior of your children, the relationship with your spouse, your anxiety level, or any other external or internal measure.
Society has various guidelines for what makes a person worthy as well. Age, appearance, wealth, success, ethnicity, temperament, etc. But even these are not universally accepted. The elderly are considered out-dated and out-of-touch in certain parts of the world and revered for their wisdom and experience in others. For some success looks like a seven-figure bank account and for others, it means a meaningful job or certain letters after their name.
With all of these different measures, how can we know that we matter?
Scripture has a lot to say about a person’s worth, and none of the measures listed above make the list. 1 Samuel 16:7 tells us,
“The Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, the the Lord looks on the heart.”
God measures a person’s worth according to His standards of perfection and holiness. According to these standards, we could never measure up—that is, apart from His grace. The grace God gives to us is far greater than any accomplishment we could ever muster in our own abilities. Essentially, our worth can be boiled down to two things:
1) Every single human being is of incomparable worth to God because we are made in God’s image. There is not a single one of us that can say we aren’t good enough because the measure isn’t us—it’s God. We have worth because He has stamped His image on our hearts and minds and spirits and there’s no escaping it.
“So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.” – Genesis 1:27
2) Every single human being is of incomparable worth to God because His Son paid the ultimate price of His blood so that we could be united with Him forever. We have the option of accepting or rejecting that gift, but it is made available to all. When we accept the gift of Jesus’ shed blood on our behalf, our record before God is washed clean as if we’d never sinned. When God looks at His children, He sees each one wrapped in the pure love of Jesus which makes us holy despite our faults.
“For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast.” – Ephesians 2:8-9
So whether or not I abide by my own standards of worth or the standards society has set for me, I know that I have worth and that I am loved far more than I will ever understand. If it was up to me doing everything right or saying everything right or looking like a model or having a proper house, I’d never measure up. The opinions others have of me or those I have of myself are of little worth.
The only thing that matters is what God thinks and He says:
“I have loved you with an everlasting love.” – Jeremiah 31:3
“I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, ‘Fear not, I am the one who helps you.’” – Isaiah 41:13
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine.” – Isaiah 43:1
When the days grow long and the voices get loud in your head, remind yourself of these truths. God knows everything about you. He saw you in your mother’s womb, He knows the moment you will take your last breath, and He holds you tight for every moment in between. Base your worth on Him. He’s got you in the palm of His hand. (Isaiah 49:16)
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From the moment I first heard about the Coronavirus sweeping the world I’ve maintained the same stance. It sounds cruel, but it’s true. We all have a terminal sentence. From the moment we are conceived the clock begins ticking on our time on earth. At some point, we will all take a final breath here and enter into eternity. The vehicle for that passing could be a disease, a disaster, or simply old age. But death is a certainty we all must face.
Facing death is easier when your hope for eternity is rooted in Jesus. Knowing that He paid the ultimate price so that I might live with Him forever gives me peace. I don’t look forward to the struggles that I may endure before seeing His face, including the struggle of dying, but I know He will be with me through the pain and lead me as the Good Shepherd He is.
However, this peace doesn’t always reign in my heart. I don’t fear death, but I do fear pain. I fear the unknown. And I greatly fear the changes to our current world order that Jesus foretold would take place before His return to establish His kingdom.
In fact, last week, I confessed to a friend that I was terrified. I look at how quickly our lives went from a normal rhythm to panic to isolation and it scares me. I think of the freedom of religion we have had the blessing of worshipping under in this nation and I realize that could one day be taken away. I recognize the full kitchen cupboards I’ve enjoyed and the steady paycheck I’ve come to count on and I know it could all be gone in an instant.
Essentially, what God has revealed to me through the Coronavirus is that I’ve been pulling levers and turning wheels like the great Wizard of Oz and believing my own lies. I’ve acted as if I have control over my life, my health, and my future. I’ve told myself that if I work hard enough, God will give me the dream life I’ve always wanted. I’ve believed that if I hold tight enough, the privilege I’ve enjoyed will be mine forever.
When the economy started to crumble and the safety precautions sent everyone home, I saw the truth. Much of my faith is simply smoke and mirrors. I trust Jesus to usher me into His presence when I die, but I don’t always rest in the fullness of His presence in daily life. I claim to want to help others, but I’m far more concerned about myself.
Jesus said,
“I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.” – John 16:33
When I look to the future, I want friends, family, financial security, and a house by the beach in a sunny, warm city. But Jesus didn’t promise us sandy toes and 401Ks. He promised tribulation and even persecution for His name’s sake.
Though this may all sound bleak, He also promised that He would never leave or forsake us. I’ve been reminded that when this life is over, all that will matter is Jesus. There is no inconvenience, no trial, no pain that we won’t be thankful for because these things show us the truth of who we are so we can align ourselves better with Him.
Listen to these last words Jesus prayed on behalf of His disciples in the Garden of Gethsemane before being arrested and crucified:
“I do not ask that you take them out of the world, but that you keep them from the evil one. They are not of the world, just as I am not of the world. Sanctify them in the truth; your word is truth. As you sent me into the world, so I have sent them into the world. And for their sake, I consecrate myself, that they also may be sanctified in truth. I do not ask for these only, but also for those who will believe in me through their word, (that’s us!)that they may all be one, just as you, Father, are in me, and I in you, that they also may be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me. The glory that you have given me I have given to them, that they may be one even as we are one, I in them and you in me, that they may become perfectly one, so that the world may know that you sent me and loved them even as you loved me.” – John 17:15-23
Four things give me courage in these words from our Savior apart from the mind-blowing truth that JESUS PRAYED FOR US. In His last moments, He wasn’t worried about Himself. He prayed that God would keep us from the evil one. Incredible.
We are not of this world. We were created with eternity in our hearts. This world is not our final destination. As the old song says, we’re just “passin’ through.”
Jesus died so that we might be washed clean in the truth of His saving grace. He did that for you and me. And He did it so that God would be glorified.
Jesus died so that we might enter into relationship with God and each other. That we could share in the unity of His life.
In us becoming one with the Father and in unity with each other, we will show the world that God loves them too—just as much as God loves Jesus.
If that doesn’t just make your heart want to explode right out of your chest I don’t know what will.
Listen, friends. Listen to what Jesus said. By growing in our relationship with God and others we will show the world His love. By sharing our toilet paper with our neighbors and checking on the elderly, we show God’s love. We prefer others over ourselves when we stay home when we’d rather be anywhere else. And when we speak words of faith and hope instead of fear, we glorify Jesus, who has conquered death and promises new life, eternal life for all who place their trust in Him.
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. I’m not guaranteed another breath. Despite what I like to believe, I’m not in control. I can be a good steward of this life I’ve been given, but only God knows the length of the dash on my tombstone.
What I do know is that God is good and I can trust Him. I can rest knowing that whatever I face, I will never be alone. He is always with me, giving me strength, wisdom, and courage when I have none within myself. Even in suffering, He has promised good. I can stop trying to fool myself into believing I’ve got everything under control because I know that He does and He has a good plan for my life even if it ends up looking different than the one I have imagined. A plan to prosper me, not to harm me—to give me hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11)
From the time we first take breath on this planet we have a desire to be seen, loved, and wanted. As we grow, we manage this desire somewhat but it never fully goes away. We may transfer this desire from parents to a cute boy on campus, a significant role at a company, or an award or accolade, but we never lose the longing to be accepted, chosen, to matter.
On this day that magnifies human connection, those without a significant other to validate our feelings can sting. Having emotions that run deep into our core can make us feel exposed and vulnerable. We want to shrink back. We wrap our hearts in protective sheets of independence and sarcasm, perfectionism and determination.
But what if we looked at vulnerability as courage? What if allowing ourselves to rest in the tension of both desire and lack—having sincerity about our feelings, opening the truth of ourselves up to the world—what if this was an act of bravery? Instead of shrinking into the shadows of your singleness, what if you stepped into the light of God’s love and extended that love to those around you? Could you be so bold?
The beautiful and wise Brene Brown shares this in her book Daring Greatly:
“Vulnerability is the birthplace of love, belonging, joy, courage, empathy, and creativity. It is the source of hope, empathy, accountability, and authenticity. If we want greater clarity in our purpose or deeper and more meaningful spiritual lives, vulnerability is the path.”
Encasing our hearts in the bubble wrap of self-protection feels like safety, but it blocks us from the love we seek. It hampers our ability to connect with others and to minister effectively to them.
To be vulnerable is to be like Jesus. And it helps to know that Jesus gives us the security out of which we can be real with others, for He has already chosen us. He sees all the dark secrets of our hearts and He loves us. He desires to be with us.
But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light. Once you were not a people, but now you are God’s people; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy.
– 1 Peter 2:9-10
Deposit that truth deep in your soul and from that place of belonging will grow the fruit of love, empathy, and honesty needed to live a life of significance and service. God never meant for us to hide. He created us to be warriors, not wallflowers. You have everything you need within you, for you have Him!
Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive.
– Colossians 3:12-13
On this day of pink and red and candy and flowers, lift your head and look for the outliers. Embrace the love God has for you and share it with someone who might not have the same security in Christ you have. Rest in the security of Jesus’ love for you—a love so strong He died for you! Be the brave, vulnerable, beautiful soul God created you to be, on Valentine’s Day and every day.
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