A Religious Spirit

Did anyone else spend years doubting their salvation? Wondering if they were really good enough to be saved?

The other night, I was reading in Scripture about the men from Judea who were teaching new believers that, “Unless you are circumcised, you cannot be saved.” And I realized that’s how a religious spirit works.

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Taste and See

“I want to know Jesus, and I want to break my addictions, but Christianity sounds kind of boring. I don’t know if I want to give up everything that makes me happy, and I’m not sure I can make myself read the Bible all the time. I don’t know if I can do this.”

That was my thought process when I heard the altar call:
I don’t know if I can do this.

And, as it turns out, I couldn’t.

But Jesus said:
Just come to Me.

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My Yes in the Secret Place

If my life has impact, it is not because of my strength, or my wisdom, or my talent. If my life bears fruit, it is not because of my wit, or my humor, or my intelligence. If my life makes a difference, it is not because I was brave, or bold, or beautiful.

It’s because I was transformed.

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An Open (Honest) Letter to Christian Girls

If you are a Christian girl or woman who is struggling—or has struggled—with guilt, shame, identity, or addiction, then this letter was written specifically for you. I believe that testimonies break chains. Scripture says we defeat the enemy by the blood of the lamb and the power of our testimony (Revelation 12:11). So, I pray that my testimony can be an encouragement and a blessing. If nothing else, know that regardless of the nature of your struggle, you are not alone and shame is a chain that doesn’t belong on your shoulders.

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Believing God

The topic of believing God—even when there seems to be no hope—has come up frequently for our family in this season of life. So much so that it’s starting to rub off on our children.

Recently, Lana (our six-year-old) was playing in some of my makeup. When bedtime rolled around and I told her it was time to wash it off, she just smiled at me. It was one of those smiles most parents are familiar with that strikes the fear of God in your heart.

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