And I will follow You, my friend.

I keep getting reminders of Your faithfulness. You meet our needs. Every time. On my own, I can’t even fathom a way. But thank You so much for never leaving me to do things on my own. You move mountains. You calm the storms. You are with me in the fire, in the flood, in the lion’s den, in the prison cells. You call me to walk on water. You tell me to put my staff down and part a sea. You give me instructions to build an ark when there are no signs of rain.

As I read my You’re Loved No Matter What book this morning, there was a section on usefulness. Holley Gerth wrote: “The bread feeds a family. The clay becomes a pot. The wooden table provides a space for daily life to happen. When you do what God asks you to do today, you are useful to him.” Again, I’m the girl in the back, say it again for me, Lord. My sweet Father in Heaven, You use even my smallest steps for Your glory. I am in such of awe of You.

Every single day, I see something else that You designed that connects to something else. Your timing literally astounds me. I will buy a devotion book because I think I need to read it now, but then I don’t actually pick it up to read for a few more months. Then it turns out, that was exactly when I needed those words. Or I’ll stop reading it for a hot minute and somehow pick it up again right when I’m going through what the devotion is teaching. Or the Sunday School lesson hits home way too much to be a coincidence, meanwhile it’s on the same lesson that my devotion book is discussing. Or when I open my Bible and staring back at me, is not what I was looking for, but everything I needed. Most of the time it’s when I think I’m the one teaching, and I realize I’m the one learning still.

Abba, the way You have carefully crafted each and every moment of this life is breathtakingly beautiful. You use even the tiniest, most insignificant moments and turn them into Heaven shaking moments.

So, here is my prayer. I pray you guide me your way. I pray I put my feet to moving. I pray I spread your love you gave to me. I pray I am your hands and feet. I pray I never take for granted who you are. I pray I keep seeking your truth. I pray I keep looking for you everywhere in my little world. I pray you take my hands and I pray you take my heart. Thank you for your provision, for your protection, for your plans. Thank you for your glory. Thank you for teaching me to trust and obey. Thank you for teaching me to make disciple makers. Thank you for light in the darkest moments. Thank you for shining my way back to you. I pray I take you everywhere with me. Thank you for your goodness. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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And I have lived in the goodness of God.

A couple of weeks ago, this kid says: “Miss Alyssa, you want me to put Hallmark on for you?” I responded: “Ohh you think I won’t come in here and bug you if Hallmark is on?”

“Yassssss Miss Alyssa.”

I smiled and thought to myself: “as long as I’m living…” I thought of the book my Mema read to my daddy and my daddy so proudly read to us.

The holidays are hard with harden hearts. I always try to go big and over compensate. I sing Christmas carols extra off key and extra funny. I dance terribly in the van as we sing “I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas.” I bake snowman cookies and accidentally burn cookies with trees on them. I wear big bow headbands and reindeer slippers and make sure stockings are filled to the top. But most importantly I teach them about who You are God. They’re full of questions and hurt and anger and confusion. I’m just trying to answer one question at a time. I’m trying to pray through each emotion coming at me.

I’m doing what I wrote on my binder: “Just do the best you can, with what you have, and trust God to fill in the gaps.” Later I added: “God made me. He has prepared this good work in advance for me. By His grace, I will walk in obedience, one step at a time.” I am walking those words I wrote down every single day. I can see how You used those words in my life every single day. In Ephesians 2:10 You called us Your workmanship. Lord, I hope I never stop building Your kingdom. I hope You continue to use me in any way You need. I hope I keep walking in obedience, even when I get scared and try to run away like Jonah.

2 Timothy 2:4 says: “Preach the word! Be ready in season and out of season. Convince, rebuke, exhort with all long suffering and teaching.”

As I try to give them space and grace too, I’m reflecting on my own relationship with You, God. The more I get to know who You are, the more I appreciate You, Your character, Your love, Your gifts, Your grand design and timing. Your goodness.


So this is my prayer. I pray for open minds, open hearts, and the opening of your word. I pray for some Holy Spirit movement up in here. Lord, only you can handle their anger. Only you can heal pretty little broken hearts. Only your word can settle all the debates and questions and confusion. I pray they lean into you and trust you. I pray they always keep seeking the truth. I pray they’re learning as much from me about you as I’m learning from them. I pray you pull down their walls and knock on their doors. I pray you pursue them, the way you pursued me. I pray that I remember even with as much as I love them, you love them more. I pray that you show them your love and consume them with it. I pray you break my heart for what breaks yours. I pray I love like you do. I pray I follow your lead and go where you need me. Lord, I have been blessed with an opportunity to see you work in their lives, I have seen them soften at your words. I pray that I always have eyes to see you move and see your goodness. I pray that I keep building my ark like Noah. I pray that I keep doing what you prepared me to do. I pray I keep reading and studying and teaching your word. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Lord keep me walkin’, walkin’, walkin’.

Last week, I was being a Jonah. Deep down, I knew what You wanted me to do, but I didn’t how to do it so I ran. Right. Into. The. Belly. Of. The. Whale. But as usual, no matter how far I run, You are there with arms extended, begging me to just come home. This week, I decided I need to remember that I have an instruction manual, so I finally opened my Bible and sat down for some quiet time with You, Lord. And You laid it on my heart. Thick.

Last year, I had this connection to Paul. This year, I’m striving for faith like Noah.

Ok, so, story time. Yesterday, this kid asked to change my background on my phone. I said: “sure, make it yellow though, that’s my favorite color, ohh and make it a verse.” Of course the response was “Duh.” I said: “I need some Jesus” like I always do. Because every hour I need thee. And this child looked dead at me and said: “You have Jesus. You just don’t use Him.” I laughed out loud and said: “you right.” I felt attacked. Like Holy Spirit sucker punched. Right out the mouth of babes. Then the verse this kid picks is Psalm 34:4 which says: I sought the Lord, and he answered me and rescued me from all my fears. I read onto verse 5 which says: Those who look to him are radiant with joy; their faces will never be ashamed. Shut upppp. I needed that. Lord have mercy.

Alright, back to Noah. And best believe I ordered me a Faith Like Noah shirt. Complete with Hebrews 11:7 which says: By faith Noah, when warned about things not yet seen, in holy fear built an ark to save his family. By his faith he condemned the world and became heir of the righteousness that is in keeping with faith.

This girl, right here, is building an ark. One step at a time. By faith. Because that is literally my middle name.

I needed last year’s learning how to trust like Paul to help me obey like Noah. Lord, the way You design things to work together for Your glory is in-explainable. Sometimes, I can’t even wrap my head around how detailed You are. I. Am. In. Awe.

So, here is my prayer. Lord, you told Noah to be fruitful, not once, but twice. Thanks for telling me twice too. Thank you for using me. Thank you for preparing me. Thank you for giving me the resources I need. Thank you for giving me instructions. Thank you for designing such a beautiful life. Thank you for teaching me to trust and obey. Thank you for teaching me to have faith, because you are oh so faithful. Thank you for keeping me walking. Thank you for chasing after me, even when I run. Thank you for outstretched arms. Thank you for allowing me to do kingdom work. Thank you for teaching me to seek the light. Thank you for teaching me to come out of the shadows and lay down my shame. Thank you for teaching me true joy. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

And I’ve got to get back home to You.

I get asked when are you gonna quit by kids testing their limits quite often. My response is always the same: when God tells me to, He brought me here, He’ll tell me when it’s time to go. Then as my wrinkles crease a little more and I find another gray hair from these beautiful messy bold children, I hear that still small voice saying: Sit down and stay awhile.

It’s like You’re telling me to get comfortable. Like You’re saying I’m gonna be here a hot minute, take a load off. You are safe, child. You are beloved. Dig your heels in and just love them the way I love you, my child.

I got a flight problem. I dream of running away. I dream of jumping out of moving cars just to get away. When a class got hard, I dropped it. When the drama was too much to handle, I didn’t show up. When a retail job was too much pressure, I quit before training ended. It’s easy to run. It’s my natural response. Satan knows it too. He is always pushing just the right button to send me running in the opposite direction. But this year my prayer has been: “let it be Jesus that sustains you here.” Morgan Harper Nichols posted that prayer and I immediately saved it as my lock screen. I prayed it over my home, my work, and my bible. “Let it be Jesus that sustains you here.”

That word sustain captured my attention. Sustain, according to the Oxford Dictionary, means: “strengthen or support physically or mentally; bear (the weight of an object) without breaking or falling; and uphold, affirm, or confirm the justice or validity of.” I love that intentional word choice.

Exodus 14:14 says: “The Lord will fight for you, and you shall hold your peace.” Father, let’s be real here for a minute. I got no problem letting You fight for me, it’s that hold my peace part I got probs with. That’s the part that will slip right through my hands if I am not guarding it carefully. If You are holding me, I can surely hold my peace. If I am truly trusting You, I can surely hold my peace. If my confidence is in You, I can surely hold my peace.

When the final touches were being completed on the house after the fire, one of the guys working was coming upstairs to install my air conditioner in the middle of the heat of summer. As he headed up the stairs and into the attic crawl space, he repeated to himself: I love my job, I love my job, I love my job. I was blown away by his attitude. Lord, You know as well as I do, that would not have been my response. It would have sounded more like: it’s hot, it’s hot, it’s hot. Our attitudes shift when we teach them to, when we seek the light verses the dark.

I believe Jesus walks into the gay club or the bar or the movie theater or the elementary school or the shopping mall or church chapel with the same universal truth. I believe You meet us where we are. I believe You walk in saying: Child, come to me. Lay down your pain, your shame, your hurt places, your sin, your judgement, your unforgiving spirit, your pride, your resentment, your jealously, your sorrow, your grief, your questions, your confusion, your darkness. Pick up the light. Pick up the cross and follow me. I believe You meet us where we are and love us way too much to leave us there. You set Heaven on our minds and lead us Home. We are broken people, living in a fallen world, and You still have Your arms stretched wide for us. Never mind, what we’ve done or where we’ve been or who we’ve become, just come home.

So, here is my prayer today. Lord, thank you for bringing me back every time I start to drift away. Thank you for reminders of your love. Thank you for sending hands to help me find my way. Thank you for pointing my gps to Heaven. Thank you for lighting my path and teaching me to search for the lights. Thank you for teaching when to stay and when it’s ok to take my wings and fly. Thank you for teaching me to trust you. Thank you for teaching me to put my confidence in you. Thank you for teaching me to hold my peace. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Oh Jesus, Yes He Will.

I spend way too much time defining what kind of girl that I am not or how I fall short or how I’ll never be that girl. Sometimes, I just need to take a minute to appreciate the kind of woman I actually am.

I am a product of the 90’s. I grew up in a generation that asked WWJD. Not only did I wear the t-shirt, but I had the rainbow bracelet to match and I knew what every color of the beads meant. I do not blink without my brain automatically asking what would Jesus do. When my gut starts telling me something feels wrong, I am automatically thinking, this is not the way Jesus would have handled it, girl, get yo life. I already know Jesus would not be acting this way.

I believe in a 1 Corinthians 13 kind of love. “It’s got to be that can’t-eat, can’t-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over-the-fence, World Series kind of stuff, right?” I believe in an Ephesians 5 kind of love. I believe in a Proverbs 31 kind of love. I believe in the kind of love written on every page of my Bible.

I am the kind of woman that wants to work in ministry and then spend my off days volunteering for my home Church. I want to spend every waking moment I’ve got pulling up chairs to Your table. I want to live for You. I believe Your word is living and breathing in me. I want more Bible study, not less. I wear Bible verses on my shirts. I am the kind of woman that paints Bible verses on every nook and cranny of the house. I jam out to worship in the car and sing off key at the top of my lungs. I crank the worship music up as loud as it will go while cleaning. I keep it playing on low while I sleep and when I need peace and quiet. I am the kind of woman that screams the lyrics to Come On, Let’s Go To The House Of The Lord” on the way out the door on Sundays.

I am the type of girl that wants to watch every single Hallmark Christmas movie just for that one line about You, Lord in each movie. And ok ok ok, the love stories are pretty great too. And ok ok ok, it’s not just the Christmas ones, I like the fall, spring, and summer ones too. I like them all ok!

I am a big supporter of the little things meaning the most. Sandwiches should always be made with love. Grace should be extended even when anger and push back is given. Meekness is not weakness, it’s strength. I am pretty much an energizer bunny that keeps going and going and going, no matter what is handed to me. If I don’t know the answer, I will find it out just to help someone.

I want to raise foster kids and teach them about Jesus. I want a man to hold my hand and lead me. I want a whole life together. I want dinners on my rooster plates. I want slow dancing in the kitchen. I want to pick up towels off the floor because that means I have a busy family contributing to the world. I want to fold all the stinkin laundry because that means I have kids who want to wear their favorite purple shirt tomorrow to school. I want to go to that hot terrible Walmart once a week because I am out of fruit cups and dog food. I want my Bible to be falling apart because I read it to my kids every morning and spend my own quiet time with You, Father while they’re in school. I want to have someone walk with me on quiet afternoons. I want him to know each and every one of my smiles. And I want to know every line on his rough hands wouldn’t hurt a soul.

So, here is my prayer. Thank you for making me who I am. Thank you for allowing me to find my identity in you, Father. Thank you for letting me see my worth through your eyes and through your love. Thank you for giving me opportunities to filter my actions through your love. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for the cross. Thank you for teaching me. Thank you for showing me grace. Thank you for allowing your strength to be shown through my weakness. Thank you for your perfection. Thank you for your guidance. Thank you for your words. Thank you for your still small voice. Thank you for conviction through the holy spirit. Thank you for letting me dream big and for keeping me grounded. Thank you for qualifying the called. Thank you for letting me worship you. Thank you for letting me serve you. Thank you for working on my heart every single day. Thank you for showing me your power. Thank you for miracles. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

I will boldly come running straight to the One.

Blameless. I used to hate that word. Because I couldn’t even fathom how You could make me blameless. I carried so much guilt and shame that it created this backwards sense of false humility. I couldn’t possibly be blameless. I couldn’t even say the word.

This week I was craving some time with You, Lord. I was feeling pretty unlovable this week, but knowing it was a lie. So, I started reading: You’re Loved No Matter What by Holley Gerth. I needed someone to speak some serious truth and life into my pretty little stubborn, lie-believing head. And boy, did I get it.

The section on switching from the guilt cycle to the grace cycle, hit me right on the head. Control is not safety and love is not earned. And that’s the truth. I can hear You whispering straight to my heart: my dear child, you are safe and you are loved. Father, sometimes, I try so hard to feel safe and earn love through obedience and service that I lose all track of You and the whole point of obedience and service.

I run from relationships, from intimacy, from love, from security, from peace. The very things I crave. Because of shame and guilt. Because of that pesky blameless word.

That word blameless does not mean that I get off scott free, without consequences. In fact, I was taught as a child that as a Christian, I will be held to a higher standard. I will not be able to get away things like it appears others will. The book I’m reading reiterated that message with the word: conviction. The book re-taught me that childhood lesson. Conviction is a call to stop the negative behavior, it is not guilt and shame. Conviction is a pull on the heart to stop seeking the dark and stop running. Because of conviction, I can do a heart check and ask for forgiveness. I can hear that still, small voice. I can seek the light. I can seek light. and love. Because I am forgiven and free. I am holy and righteous. I am worthy. I am blameless. I am loved. I am Your child. My name is written in the book. I am Yours.

As I read the end of the chapter, the last section is called: Stop Apologizing for Who You Are. I literally wrote in my book: say it again for the girl in the back. Then I realized I was the girl in the back, trying to minimize my successes, trying to downplay my gifts, and trying to skim over my strengths with, “Oh, that was nothing.” I thought the smaller I make myself, the less I could get hurt. Which in reality, hurt me and those around me that I was hiding from. But really, I was only making You smaller, Lord, by minimizing what You’ve given me. I should be shoutin from the mountain tops that I am Yours.

So, here is my prayer today. I pray that I let those around me carry my heart to you even when I can’t. I pray that I help carry the hearts of those around me to you too. I pray that I spend my whole life carrying my future husband’s heart to you even if I haven’t met him yet. I pray I show appreciation and gratitude for the love I am given. I pray that I remember that John 3:16 verse that I’ve been repeating since the 90’s. I pray that I remember I am so loved. I pray that I start walking like I’m loved, talking like I’m loved, leading like I’m loved, breathing like I’m loved. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Oh, it chases me down, fights ’til I’m found, leaves the ninety-nine.

Lord, as I was going through my day, I kept praying and asking: “Lord, how do I reach these kids?” And blesssedddd be the day, You showed me.

Tonight after feeling even more unqualified than I already did this morning. I wanted to help without knowing what to do so, I opened my Bible to 1 Corinthians 1. There I found a devotion on Super Glue.

The devotion told this whole story about a girl feeling like Super Glue and without her, everything else would fall apart. If she wasn’t spinning all the plates and keeping them all in the air, everything would crash. She talked about how this Super Glue complex even seeped into her relationship with You, Lord. Then she realized that You were the faithful one, even when she wasn’t. Even with Adam and Eve, You were faithful. Even with the Israelites, You were faithful. Even with Gomer, You were faithful. Even with her, You were faithful. Even with me, You are faithful.

The devotion ended with Romans 8:38-39 which says: For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

I just finished Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers. Ok, so Gomer is my girl! I might not have had the same story, but you betcha I could relate to her seeking out the darkness and seeking out the pain. Lord, I am not always faithful, even if it is literally my middle name.

So, when I finished reading the devotion and 1 Corinthians 1, I heard the Holy Spirit nudging. Lord, You were calling me to love, just love. At the end of my day, even when it hurts, even when it’s not fair, even when it’s hard, even when it’s easy, even when I’m tired, even when I’m having a really great day, even when I don’t feel it, even when I do feel it. Just love. If I let Your love flow through me and let Your love be the Super Glue that holds me together, instead of trying to be the Super Glue myself, I think I’m gonna be more than just fine. I just need to keep listening to that still, small voice.

So, here is my prayer today. Thank you for being faithful, always. Thank you for redeeming me, always. Thank you for not allowing anything to separate us. Thank you for pursing me. Thank you for knocking down walls and opening doors. Thank you for being a gentle, steady definition of love. Thank you for reminding me that I am a vessel for your love. Thank you for reminding me that I have Super Glue in me and that I don’t have to be the Super Glue myself. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

There’s only one thing that matters, it’s Your love.

Lord, sometimes when I pray for something, You give me multiple real life opportunities to work on it through the day. Like this morning, I prayed Lord, let them see You in me today. Then, like clockwork, I am given an opportunity to show some humility and show Your power, not my own.

So, what do I do with this opportunity? I squander it in all of my pesky humanity. I get the opportunity to talk about You and all I can conjure up is me. I make this ridiculous list of how hard I work or all that I did without giving credit where it actually belongs. Because as if I could do any of this on my own. And not only do I list these things, I list them to people who work 10x harder than I do. Like girl, sit down. And I had already done the same thing on Sunday, like girl do you ever learn? Bless, maybe the third time is the charm.

Father, at the end of the day, I hope it’s not my name on my lips, I hope it’s Yours.

So, this is my prayer today. I pray that I work on showing some of your humility instead of my humanity. I pray they see you in me. I pray that when I walk, it’s where you lead. I pray that when I talk, it’s your words. I pray that when I move, it’s your way. Father, protect my heart from even me. Lord, I’m sorry for thinking more of me when I should be thinking more of you. I pray that I start counting my blessings, instead of listing what I’ve done. I pray that I list what you’ve done. And, Father, thank you for not counting my works as my way into Heaven, because even on my best day, I would fall short every single time. Lord, thank you for sending your son to save me from myself. Thank you so much for letting me receive grace, without earning it, because I would never be able to work enough to earn your love. Thank you so much for loving me unconditionally. Thank you for teaching me that love is not earned. Thank you for realigning my heart and showing me there’s only one thing that matters. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Better is one day in Your courts.

Psalms 65:4 says “How happy is the one you choose and bring near to live in your courts! We will be satisfied with the goodness of your house, the holiness of your temple.” Lord, I am just so thankful You chose me. You sought me out. You bought me. You bring me near. You not only give me a way out, You give me a new residence. You give me a home, in You. You give me love. You give me peace.

I was thinking about all this while I was reading my Redeemed Bible study. I am forgiven. I am righteous. I am adopted and chosen. I have access to the King. I am a citizen of Heaven. I have peace.

I have been thinking about Hunter Hayes new song: Dear God since the single dropped. Poor guy is hurtin. He has some of that stinkin thinkin that I had. Somebody mail this guy a copy of my Redeemed study. I’ve been there. I’ve had the same thoughts. But ohhhhh how Your love has set my heart to dancin. I am a new creation. Abba Father, You save me. You break my heart for what breaks Yours. You sustain me here. You opened my heart and healed it. My trust is in You.

Psalms 66:12 says: “…we went through fire and water but you brought us out to abundance.” The more and more I grow closer to You this year, the more thankful I am for You. Everywhere I turn I see more and more of Your handiwork and I am so utterly thankful for it.

So, that is my prayer today. Thank you for the happiness you provide. Thank you for the satisfaction and joy filling my heart. Thank you for your goodness. Thank you for inviting me into your courts. Thank you for your gifts. Thank you for ways out. Thank you for bringing me near. Thank you for love. Thank you for peace. Thank you for forgiveness. Thank you for calling me redeemed. Thank you for adopting me. Thank you for sustaining me here. Thank you for teaching me. Thank you for making my heart move. Thank you for every beat of my heart. Thank you for the fire and the flood. Thank you for the abundance. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

I feel the stillness even when it isn’t.

There was this line in my textbook that I related to, much more than I would like to admit: “…a self-protective mechanism to keep people and risks at bay.” Ohh, stawppp. I used to do that. I used to guard every part of me to keep people and risks away. Then Newsong dropped their new single and the opening line is: “stacking stones around your heart, trying to hide from who you are…”

A friend reminded me today not to feel hurt by others because they don’t even know me, like really know me. I remembered my thankful rock and I started to feel thankful for who I am, who I really am.

I am His. Before I am ever anyone else’s.

I worship with every inch of soul in car jam sessions.

I am a prayer warrior.

I dance. And more importantly, my heart dances for You.

I am redeemed, forgiven, and set free.

I make intentional choices.

I pursue You, Lord with every fiber of my being.

I am meek. I have strength under control. I respond to criticism with gentleness.

I am a peace maker.

I stand upon the rock.

I desire the Truth.

I have been through flood and fire. And I have never been alone.

I have been through life altering darkness and remained a seeker of the light.

I ran out of the grave. I look for the ways out.

I have received grace.

I have nothing to give anyone, but Jesus.

Yes, I make mistakes. No, I am not perfect, by far. Lauren Gaskill said: “the Jesus inside me is stronger than the darkness that threatens to overtake me.” 

I have nothing to give anyone, but Jesus. And that is more than enough. Abba.

So, here is my prayer today. I pray that I remember I am already loved. I pray I remember Heaven’s got a hand on me. I pray I remember that Heaven is pulling for me. I pray I remember that you adore me. I pray I remember nothing can separate me. I pray I remember you’ll never give me up. I pray I remember I am not who I was. I pray I remember I am made new. Lord, thank you. I pray for my soul ambitions: to pull chairs up to the table, to bring you glory, and to be a mirror that reflects your light. I pray that I set my hands and feet in motion, leading others to you. I pray that I do more than attend church, I pray I am the church. I pray that I am Christ-like. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.