Growing up in the church I had enough head knowledge about Christianity to be dangerous. I would say I was a sinner, and confess just enough to feel good about the fact that I confessed. I had always been taught that Jesus loved me. But somehow, somewhere deep down, I believed that I had to be “good enough”. I believed that I had to earn God’s love.
Read MoreDark wood dining table, white couches, mint details. Old windows frame perfect wedding pictures. Burlap pillows sit invitingly in a window seat.
I am invited in, and while I smile at my friend, I find myself staring at that ugly word within me: Jealousy
Read MoreIf you know me, you know that I love coffee.
I love the strong, invigorating smell that energizes my soul when I walk into a coffee shop. I love the way cream swirls and twists into beautiful patterns as my spoon moves through my chestnut colored latte. I love that first sip which flows through my body warming me, comforting me, and giving me the energy to make it through a long day.
But most of all, I love the conversations that are had over that steaming cup in a quaint corner of a coffee shop. Those deep, heart to heart, pouring out of my soul type conversations.
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