A good word coming out of First Presbyterian, Lancaster. Does not everything in your news reports make you bow your head in disbelief and concern? There is nothing I read these days that does not make me bow my head. I keep reading the variety of opinions, attitudes, perspectives and it just makes me sigh. I want to take long walks or solve innocuous puzzles or chat with a friend about their list of house projects.

What the Missional Church Looks Like. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 2,372 other followers. Our culture is obsessed with love. Similarly, the church is obsessed with marrying off the singles. 8220;Let each person lead the life that the Lord has assigned to him, and to which God has called him.

Growing in God and inspiring young women one post at a time. The pain shoots up my arms. Into every part of me,. As I realize I messed up. But no one can find. The little pieces that once held me. Into the skin of my shattered shell. Only to stop and reach. Up to Your pierced hands. It should have been me. I should feel the pain,. I need to feel the pain. That You took my place.

Using Poetry as a Means of Communicating with the Soul. I finally have some me time. So many things going for me. Success has become my wife. I remember starting this blog. And writing nothing but strife. Happy poems are hard to create. But now with my pen. Night used to haunt me. But now I stay up late. For I defeated fear and doubt. And I have no right to complain.

What Kind of Love is This? January 18, 2016. Think on the one who shaped the earth. He who made life out of the dirt. Made us in His image at our birth. Think on the one who gives us breath. Who sustains and who perfects. Each last bit of our brokenness.