Month: July 2015

The Urgency of the Gospel

It was a normal Sunday. My family and I at church, the message was being preached; when my mind began to wander a bit after hearing a sentence that the pastor spoke. I do not remember what he said exactly at this moment, but I do remember the train of thoughts and the eventual revelation that followed. What I do remember about the statement made was that it had to do with the parables of Jesus, in which He speaks about the value and urgency of the gospel. The women looking for the coin, and the man that sells...

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Focus

Morning, noon, and night it’s easy to be distracted and I am… often. I love that the word Papa gave me for this year was “focus” because its’ taken everything I have these first 7 months to stick to my promise of learning how to do just that. In most ways, I am intense, all in or all out… but as an overall lifestyle, I’m truly a vagabond. I can wade in and out of all that comes my way, and if not careful, I can lose sight of priorities and drift off into this idea or that service....

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Tiffany’s BeLoved Story

Every year, I seek the Lord for a word for that year or season of life that I’m in. This one year in particular, I felt God impressed on my heart to face my fears. I had been reading blogs and listening to sermons that continued to speak to the theme of being fearless. So, I declared to myself that year was going to be “No Fear New Year.” Moments, hours, and days later, the anxiety and reality of what I felt God had spoken into me, set in. Was I really going to do this? Was I going...

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Incorruptible Tenderness

I’ve been told countless times to guard my own heart, and I have failed. I understood not what guarding entailed, nor why it was needed. I used to think it meant higher walls and greater discernment, but I was wrong. To guard my heart is to surrender it to the One who guards it with His peace. It meant to yield in prayer and full relationship to the One who exchanged my worries for promises. It was a communication war, us throwing grenades of love at each other. I sang a new song to Him, and He would respond,...

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Come Away…

So Papa asked me to “Come away” with Him long ago… at 6 years old, actually. When He asked…not told but asked, I said yes. I said yes largely because it sounded like an adventure to live my life with Him leading me. Partly, because He was so romantic in His early pursuit of my heart. And mostly, because I knew right then and there that He LOVED me more than anyone could ever love someone as humans on this earth. I desired that relationship with Him and He began, in that little moment, to build my faith, to...

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