That Faithful Witness in the Sky On the heels of being given the dream for his life, Joseph immediately entered into a pit of despair. Literally, a pit. In Genesis 37, after receiving his promise and dream, Joseph is betrayed by his brothers, stripped of his robe, and left for dead in a pit awaiting the arrival of a ravenous beast looking for a feast. Sounds prosperous, palatable, and promising, right? Actually no, it’s the exact opposite of what Joe had been promised just a few verses before. So how do we explain this? I’ve heard it said that “p-i-t” stands for “prophet-in-training”. It seems to be a way of God to give a promise, and then He will allow circumstances to arise in life to test our motives, our obedience, and form us into the image of Jesus more and more so that when the promise comes to pass,…Continue Reading
Radical Jesus Follower
Over the past 6,000 years, #radical has been trending across humanity. We have been pushing the bounds of man’s physical capabilities though incredible innovation. It is fantastic.  In the past 100 years, this underlying current has put a man on the moon–#thefinalfrontier—performed successful heart transplants –#modernmedicine—and placed the world in the palm of our hands–#iphone. In the vast world of Christendom, we have our sub-cultural hashtags that we subconsciously stamp our lives with: #radical, #soldout, #hardestdarkest, #GO #everynationeverysoul. This subculture of believers are following the same trend of the world—#extreme—yet to bring glory to God, not their own name. The language of being “great” before God as a radical lover and servant of Him is transforming the world. God does not need a radical generation. God is looking for a generation tagged with #faithfulness, #diligence, #perseverance, and #love. There is, however, a deadly poison laced in these labels that we…Continue Reading
Dear Diary
This originally was not written for a blog post. It’s from my own personal journal. I felt to share with you my journal entry, a little piece of my heart and struggles written on May 17th. This is raw with nothing edited, just as I wrote it over a month ago. I think I have never had such deep revelation of my life really not being my own until having Maddox. I miss free time! They say life gets easier but I don’t see it. Time is fleeting and sometimes I feel in a panic. Am I doing anything? What do I want to do with my life? Do I want more kids? Do I want to be a full time mom? Do I want to live overseas forever? Do I want to work? Life…What does it hold? It seems when I finally ‘arrive’ to something I’ve dreamt of for years…Continue Reading
The most vibrant season of the year seems to flee all too fast. We get just a few short weeks of trees bursting with color, crisp air surrounding us, and the smell of pumpkin-tasting treats we’ve been anticipating for months to enjoy. This year, I had the joy of spend my favorite season in a brand new place, in a completely new season. Pennsylvania might just be one of the most gorgeous states; endless rolling hills covered in trees, lavish, spacious farms, and simple living. This picture to our right is probably my favorite picture from this fall—as the season comes to an end. I am reminded of the physical, weather changing seasons we get to experience each year; and with that, the seasons that seem to make up our lives. Each brings its own characteristics: seasons changing, beautiful, weary, uprooting, difficult, joy-filled—all which we get to share and learn from.…Continue Reading