Said as a statement. Not a question. I was work the other day and a man came and found me and asked for help with the patio furniture. He asked how big of a box this big wooden outdoor chair would come in. Unfortunately, the only one of those chairs that we had in stock …
One thing that I realized last week is that I've always gone to church because I've always had connection there. I grew up going to church because my parents took me to church every Sunday. And I went to youth group because my friends went and I liked it and I felt like I was …
Christ is personal He's been here since the beginning First God Then Man Two in one Making me complete Picking up my pieces Putting me together Crafting my very being Ever since the beginning Before time He made time Living outside of it Experiencing all of it And no matter what He understands He creates …
I walked out of my apartment the other day and the air smelled like weed. I first thought it was my Dukes of Hazard neighbors, but there's a possibility it was just post rain smell. For some reason they smell similar to me in the South. But this, mixed with a few other conversations as …
I work at Starbucks. No, I'm not an advocate for Starbucks and I don't worship the siren, but I do think it's the best company I've ever worked for. They care about their employees and they care about their customers. But they're also a fairly liberal company, just like I'm a fairly liberal person. And …
I forgive. Some would say that I forgive too easily. But I forgive as I have been forgiven. I forgive as I would like to be forgiven. Maybe I follow the Golden Rule too closely. In the midst of all of this mess though, in the midst of all of our mistakes, Christ loved us …
A poem about driving and listening to Noah Gundersen and how that can become worship
"Save me" Crying out "Save me" Clawing at the edges "Save me" Can't pull yourself up "I can't do this on my own Not anymore" You yell this in his face As he gently beckons Just let go Afraid of heights Pulling yourself to the top of the pit Will not look back at what …
People like to call me a hipster. Correction; people who are not hipsters like to call me a hipster. I am not a hipster. Not that it matters. My mind defines a hipster as someone who loves to hate. Someone who loved something before it was cool, but probably doesn't like it anymore. Someone who …
Don't fall As you have fallen Heart aching Stand your ground Searching for the one Finding many Choosing to stop believing Though you can't quite let go Floating through the air Anti-gravity Not needing anything to hold onto Because arms are holding you Everything is taken care of Simply follow that voice No need to …
