20 TRUTHS ABOUT OUR IDENTITY IN CHRIST {PRINTABLE}

20 TRUTHS ABOUT OUR IDENTITY IN CHRIST {PRINTABLE}

Have you ever gone through identity theft? I'm not talking about the "someone stole my credit card" kind. But the personal, spiritual, "I don't know who I am" kind of identity theft.

Overcoming Church Wounds and Crude Dudes: The Final Chapter

Overcoming Church Wounds and Crude Dudes: The Final Chapter

A little over two years ago I found myself searching the national sex offender registry. I held my breath as I typed in Frank’s name. Every few years or so I would look on the registry and find peace in the fact that his name wasn’t on it. That meant he had gotten the help he needed and he wasn't hurting anyone. On this day particular day, there was no peace, just his mugshot. 

Overcoming Church Wounds and Crude Dudes: Part 3

Overcoming Church Wounds and Crude Dudes: Part 3

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CHURCH MEETING WHEN THEY HAVE TO ATTEND TO “FAMILY BUSINESS”?

 It’s gut-wrenching and hard to be apart of.  You sit there fearing the worst. Every horrible situation that can happen flashes in your mind like a bad lifetime movie. Did the Pastor steal millions of dollars to support his drug habit and run away with the church secretary? Does the youth pastor have a rare form of blood cancer and only has two days to live ...? 

Overcoming Church Wounds and Crude Dudes: Part 2

Overcoming Church Wounds and Crude Dudes: Part 2

Dating Frank, I got a glimpse into a world many didn't see - the Pastor and his daily home life.  The Smiths were the first Christian family I had been close to, so I was intrigued by them. 

Mrs. Smith took pride in extravagant Sunday meals and would eat in community with other church families.  She worked hard to prepare a feast and to listen to people who sat at her table. Prayers before meals and talk of heartache, dreams and passions would follow. More often than not, the buzzing of the telephone would put the vulnerability on hold.

Overcoming Church Wounds and Crude Dudes: Part 1

Overcoming Church Wounds and Crude Dudes: Part 1

This isn’t just a story about throwing an ex boyfriend under the bus. It’s a love story of deception, Christ, church wounds and other hot messes. It’s my story about how God transformed my pain so I didn’t become a bitter old lady filled with a house of smelly cats.

This has been something I've wanted to share for months now. With my best friends, husband and through prayer, I've spent time processing through if I should actually write this. The ramifications of posting this topic or staying silent are outweighed  by the freedom that God can bring through sharing my story.

The goal of this blog series is to motivate people to find redemption in Christ and to believe in the local church again.