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2012 has come to a close. And like a senior on the last day of school, my heart is warmly blanketed with nostalgia as I swim in the memories from the past four years of my journey. The thrill of new experiences, the mistakes, and the victories, all held together by God’s grace that has led us exactly where we need to be. I’m reminded of my freshman year being sent to Israel during my Discipleship Training School with YWAM. Walking through the old city of Jerusalem, I brushed my hands against the walls of the Old City that witnessed my savior thousands of years ago. Hours a day we prayed looking over Mt. Zion and the Mt. of Olives where God birthed a passion for intercession within me. Then came the supernatural chapter in the Ivy League universities. Cruising through the historic streets of Northeast, God reminded me He…
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It’s been years of facing the wall of my closet, contending for the brokenness in families. Ones on the brink of disintegrating to dust. Ones like mine. Growing up as the youngest of four and under divorced parents, I’ve always fought the battle of never feeling understood, so I turned to a community of believers who did. God began radically accelerating a ton in my life. Testimonies of healings, provision, and revelations of Jesus were rising not only in my heart, but in the community I was running with. Little did I realize, I neglected my family along the way, because my constant efforts to share about what God was doing, just translated to gibberish. It seemed that even when stepping out in faith to share with them, my words fell to the ground. Through the times I was with my family, my mind never was, and it showed. The…Continue Reading