Six and a half years ago, when my life as I knew it came crashing down around my feet and the exhaustion of keeping up pretenses finally knocked me over, I found a level of humility that finally let me begin to surrender all to the Lord. Fast forward to now and I seem to be getting smacked in the face daily for all that I have apparently not surrendered. “…the condition of God’s blessing is absolute surrender of all into His hands. If our hearts are willing for that, there is

There is this song that the refrain says “I love you Jesus” over and over. I found myself in church one Sunday morning feeling incredibly awkward. I was struggling to sing along and that caught me off guard – of course I love Jesus. So why was it so hard to say that? This bothered me for a while, but I didn’t really know where to go with it. It forced me stop and consider why I would have trouble saying that to God…and then reevaluate how I handle love with those around me.

There was nothing good about that day. Innocent blood was spilled and the enemies got their way. Evil walked free, justice was missing. No – not missing... Denied. Shackled. Held captive. There was nothing good about that day. There was nothingness the next, just a tomb and a stone. Promises were forgotten and everyone went home. There was no more shouting, in joy or in grief – Quiet. Lonely. Defeated. There was nothing good about that day. But Jesus always knew Sunda