where my heart and His Story collide
What's in a Name? A story is in a name. Meaning, also. Your name may be a family name or that of a cherished friend. Maybe it simply had a powerful meaning for your parents or you were named after a hero, or some personal passion of theirs. I was actually named Kacy because of… Continue reading You Call Me Ruth
What to say? What to do? For someone who likes to write her feelings, nothing sounds eloquent enough and words seem pretty much worthless right about now. My prideful side, though, shouts loud at me to scream out loud to you, “Look to Jesus. See Jesus. Hear and put your faith in Jesus. Please. Now!”… Continue reading For Such a Time as This
If I must choose to take a stand, may it be for Jesus only. If I must choose to kneel, may it be at the foot of His Cross. If I must choose to lock arms, may it be with His Arms alone as I bear my own cross. And, if I must choose to… Continue reading On Taking Stands and Sides in Our Stories…
Wait. Easy word to say. Hard word to obey. There’s a lot of waiting required in our stories, though. Am I right? We wait all the time. We wait on His time. We wait when we want to work… to run… to change something or someone. Or, we go ahead on our own because the… Continue reading Wait.
Y’all… can we talk about the Author of our story. Because, I just have a strong need to sit right at His feet and stare right into His face and hang right on His every Word… Right. About. Now. Jesus. There is no other name under heaven and earth by which man can be saved.… Continue reading Jesus and The Cross
