Will. Don’t know his last name. Sophomore in college. Curly hair, light and blonde, man bun. Lanky and soft voiced. At first you approach him and he may seem quiet and rushed to class. He says you can walk with him though, and you start asking him the interview questions for your religion class, witnessing to him in the process. You ask him about where we came from and he doesn’t quite know. Then you ask about the meaning of life, his purpose. His answers strike you sad. Depressing. You have walked across the campus and finally reach the building where he has his next class. You expect the conversation to be over but he doesn’t want to leave. He says he has a few minutes, and so you sit down on a bench in the cool autumn air, him tugging on his hoodie and shorts as he stares at the ground and tells part of his life story.
This happened to me.
Tossing and juggling in the back seat of the van, head crushing a popcorn bag under my pillow, stomach churning and eyes leaking with tears.
This was my Christmas.. or part of it.
The story of Almanzo Taylor. Whose life is about to change..
This week I am thinking a lot about gratitude and joy. So here's a few things that I am so thankful for. Little things in my little life that make me smile.
Stories like this from the past keep me going for the future. These times of ministry gave me a passion for this work. When we went to Honduras, we were privileged to serve in a lot of ways that gave me so much joy from Jesus and these amazing people.
Today I am here with quite a sad post, it may not be the most flattering on my part, but I'm just going to be real. This is a story from my little crazy life. And it starts about two weeks after I got home from the land of Honduras.
A song, in poem form, by your lovely Karissa blogger person. Because sometimes you just need a little craziness in your life.
My life has been filled with small joys recently, scattered around the parts of my day helping me to wriggle out a smile. Things that I have worked on many moons ago are finally starting to come to life, in mysterious yet simple ways.
Sometimes there's a different way of communication than talking out loud. Sometimes, you just need to be still.
When I signed up to go on a mission trip to Honduras, I almost didn't want to go because I knew my heart would be broken when I left. But I am so glad I did. Our team leaders, the Martins, are some of the best people around and I look up to them so much. Each and every person on my team was selfless and inspiring with a love for Jesus. We became lifelong close friends. And the amazing missionaries we visited gave us team members a lifetime of experiences that keep running through my brain. It is hard to think about the memories because they make me long to go back, making my emotions pound with sadness. But I don't want to forget.
The day came. The one I've been longing to see. And it turned out more spectacular than I have ever dreamed.
Sherlock Holmes is a master, a pro at thinking. He's a consulting detective with an uncanny way of observation. And he's a fictional character that revolutionized the world. In many real-life ways, we can take lessons from him and learn them ourselves.
Guest Post by Kayla Matlock
I'm out of breath. As I catch up to the other runners up ahead, I scramble to unscrew the cap of my water bottle and take a long, refreshing gulp.
guest post by Grace M.
“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning” (James 1:17, NKJV).
as published by The Rebelution
Living through bruises, scrapes, dislocated shoulders, cavities, chemistry corrections, flat tires, airport delays, toilets that need cleaning and carpets that need vacuuming, diets when cakes (sadly) have too many calories in them…
The moments I just described aren’t fun, romantic, or beautiful — not like the things I usually like to write about. All these things are annoying. A nuisance.
But hard things, small and big, are a part of life.
Amazing post by my friend on this same topic, somehow posted on the same day:
Don't Leave The Moments Behind
'Twas a magical night in the land of Narnia, with woodland forests and snow-layered lights.
It took me by surprise, as a wind drifted back into your life, like a familiar friend returning.
As I stood there in the chapel a scene flashed before my eyes.
Breaking news: In just a little under a month and a half, I am planning on traveling to a foreign country with Touching Lives for Christ! ✈️
We will be going to....
The Cincinnati Homeschool Convention is always a highlight of my life. And this year was pretty awesome.
Mexico was the place that changed my life forever, that inspired many of my recent longings to share Jesus with the world. I bet you've never seen all the photos and videos in one place - so here you go! May these hilarious yet meaningful times never be forgotten.
All that is gold does not glitter; not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither; deep roots are not reached by the frost.
J. R. R. Tolkien
It’s the end of the day, and you failed. You didn’t do what you set out to to that morning, your to-do lists left forgotten and crumpled in the back of your brain. You procrastinated. You still have the same amount of worries and troubles, possibly even more. Things are not getting done. Your bright hopes of optimism are gone, and you are left in a puddle of lethargicness on the floor, trying not to feel guilty at all you had left behind. The day was a failure, an absolute waste. The day is over. And you didn’t take advantage of it.
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