Healing a Burned Soul

Shalom… and welcome. It has been over 100 posts since I welcomed people so I wanted to jump back. Not just to words on a page, but to something I believe the Lord Himself has breathed into existence. Before anything else is said, let this be clear—this space, these words, this story… none of it belongs to me. Every ounce of it is the Lord’s. Every piece of healing, every moment of endurance, every breath that carried me here is a testimony of His mercy, not my strength. For y

I think one of the greatest compliments I could ever receive is one that doesn’t really point to me at all. It points to the Lord in me. Last night I was at Gateway House of Prayer for an equipping night, and part of our worship was spent praying for another country. We were praying for the Middle East, specifically Iraq and Iran. As we worshiped, two people joined my friend and me, and the four of us began to pray and intercede on behalf of people we may never meet, in place

Sometimes, we create something with our hands and don't realize just how much of our heart we have put into it until God begins to show us what we have made. I recently participated in a class where I created a piece of scar jewelry. It is a necklace made from metal, textured with the impressions of my own scars. It has a mountain, a blue gem, three peaks, and a little heart hanging beneath it. Every part has meaning. Every detail tells a piece of my story. But I didn't reali