The Broken Road

Recently, I’ve been chatting with a dancer overseas, who hasn’t had the perfect life. I don’t believe many of us have, but one thing that’s stood out to me is how devastating it can be to live a life that seems like a broken road.

I wonder if that’s why Jesus is considered the “Bridge.” Continue reading

What’s in a Song

Recently, I heard a prayer like ‘God, I want to go wherever You go,’ and immediately, I felt differently…in a good way.

I realize we “follow” God and want to go wherever He goes, but it’s really only His voice we’re following because as Christians, He goes wherever WE go. Jesus lives in me…period, and wherever I step my foot, He goes. That’s why we go into dark places…because we release the Kingdom that’s inside of us.

I used to agree with almost everything I heard in church but not anymore. Continue reading

Stairwell of Prayer

So, last night after the Padre game, everyone was headed to the exits. We had sat near the very top and had a long ways down to go. The wait for the escalator seemed ridiculous, so we decided to take the stairs.

As we were walking down, along with a bunch of other people, I overheard a young man celebrating how that had been his first baseball game he’d ever seen all the way through. It was also his first time being sober at one. Continue reading

Taste and See

Lately, I’ve been asking God about His phrase ‘taste and see.’ I’ve been wondering what the reason was behind putting those two words together. In the natural, they just don’t make sense, but in the spiritual, they have a whole new meaning. Continue reading

Coffee and Prayer

Well, I believe God is preparing me for more orders to pour in because, yesterday, my production tripled. Not only did I sew a bunch of flags, but two orders were delivered and one order was picked up. Bring it on, God; I’m ready!

As I was delivering flags, I planned to meet my friend at a coffee shop, which ended up being in a grocery store, so we changed our meeting place to an espresso shop in the same plaza.

While crossing the parking lot to wait for my friend, I noticed a woman smoking a cigarette, waiting for her friend to finish talking with people. I went up to her and started chatting with her. Continue reading