Where Do Our Feet Tread?

“And how can anyone preach unless they are sent?   As it is written, ‘How beautiful are the feet of those who brng good news!” –Romans 10:15

Hello fellow readers, it’s been a while. I hope you and your loved ones are doing well. I have been on another one of those “sabbaticals”. Just decided to take some time away from writing and focus on  my faith, work, and relationships. Before you get too excited, when I say “relationships” I am referring to family, friends, and my fitness community, not the romantic kind. Anyway, now that we have cleared that up, you’re probably wondering, “Okay Sari, what does your picture of blue powder on cement have to do with a Bible verse?”  I promise you fellow reader, if you power through this post with me it will connect, but first let me tell you a story.

Just the other day (yesterday) there was a community 5k taking place at our local park, since this race was to raise funds for a good cause and they had some very creative t-shirts I decided I would sign up. A very strong  cup of espresso may have also played a major role in deciding to sign up for this race at 11:00 PM one Saturday night, but I digress. The point is I was signed up and I was ready to race, that is until a sweet friend mentioned she would also like to run the race. The runner and encourager in me was overjoyed at this idea and invited my friend to join me. She also signed up and we both suggested to one another that we would run the race for fun and do a run and walk. Fast forward to a few days later, and it was race day! To me this meant we would leisurely run the race but mainly walk it, it was a color run so I was ready to just have fun, my friend had a total different idea…

The race began, I quickly scrambled to put all of my belongings in my flip belt (also known as my kanga pouch) and set my fit bit to “run” mode. While I did all this, my friend took off and boy did she take off. She was about a good minute in front of me, I thought “surely she’ll slow down” but, I was mistaken. With my friend in front of me I decided to catch up with her.

I did….

But after a few strides I told her I was about to walk, thinking she would also stop and walk with me, but to my surprise she kept going. I was sad, I was upsest, but more than anything I was hurt – I felt “left behind”.  After a good while, I decided to start running again but by then my mind was a tornado. The enemy of my soul had taken a foothold of my heart and mind, and I was under attack.

– Weak…

– Slow….

– Unequipped…

– Unqualified…..

– Unprepared….

– Unfit….

These were just some of the thoughts swarming in my head, and with every stride I felt like I was not advancing. Then the inner competitive me kicked in, and it was downhill from there. I started running faster and faster, my heart beating out of my chest, my legs burning with every stride, my core feeling strained from all that exertion, but I saw her and I knew I had to catch her. Now, here comes one my most un-proud moments and weakest too, because not only did I catch her (granted she waited for me at the water station) I confronted her, told her I was upset, and then I passed her. My irrational thought was, “she left me the first half now it’s my turn”.

I know what you are thinking, “Sari, that’s not okay. Where’s the kindness, the compassion, the friendship?” Trust me dear reader, it was there but I wasn’t listening I was wrestling. I wrestled my mind for what felt like 30 minutes which in actuality was only 1 minute. I felt the nudge of the Holy Spirit, an inner voice within me beckoning me to stop and reconsider, but I let my hurt lead my actions. That is until…God intervened. Suddenly, I got smacked in the face with pink powder bringing me to a halt. I stopped, I knew the group who was throwing color powder at the runners so it wasn’t a big deal, we laughed it off and took a few pictures. But I knew God used this moment to slow me down and bring restoration to what I was thoughtlessly destroying – my bond with my friend. Quickly, I ran up to my friend and did my best to explain why I was upset, which actually only made it worse for a moment. Thankfully, we talked it out and realized it was all a misunderstanding of the terms “run and walk” what I perceived as a slow run she perceived as “a run and power walk” after all it was a race. Also, when I said “walk” she misheard as “run” so she thought I was about to kick up my pace a notch, so she also never left me behind. (She is an amazing friend, and I am lucky to have her in my life!) So, we hugged it out and I believe our friendship is actually stronger because of that minor “tiff”.

I share this, because how many of us can relate? How many of us can relate to a bad moment being the root of a misunderstanding and erupting into something more destructive? How many of us allow our emotions to lead our decisions, rather than let our decisions lead our emotions?  How many of us are attacked by our own minds in moments of distress? It does not matter how often we may attend church, read our Bible, pray, lead a life group, we all fall short. I don’t say this to excuse our behavior or response in those “bad” moments, I share it to remind you as God reminded me to be kind to myself. To forgive myself just as much as we forgive others, which brings me to the picture of blue powder and the verse.

The following day, I met up with my morning running group and set out to run two miles. As I ran that morning I sought one thing “redemption”, but my redemption was geared towards improving my time from the day before…God’s idea of redemption turned out to be a lot sweeter. As my feet moved past the tinted powder residue on the cement, I kept being reminded of my short coming from the day before. I felt embarrassed by my immature behavior, and felt like I failed as a friend and as a woman of Faith. With every stride my body and feet grew heavier, my shoulders slumped, my gaze downward, and then suddenly I saw it… As I stared at the pavement, I noticed my foot prints. Wherever my foot landed it left an imprint on the tinted powder on the ground, not just that, my foot also left colored footprints as I continued to run. I was leaving a trail of my footprints behind, and that’s when it hit me.

Wherever our feet tread, a footprint is left behind. Which is a metaphor for wherever we go, we make an impact. The question is what type of footprint or impact do you wish to leave behind? Or are you leaving behind? Is it a positive one or negative? It is life breathing or death breathing?

In that moment, I knew I wanted to leave a positive trail behind me. I want my footprints to have purpose and make a positive impact in the lives of others, which lead me to the verse in Romans 10:15 “how beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news”. So what does that mean to me? It means to strive to be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to anger. It means to take greater caution with my words and responses on a daily basis. It means to shed light that points to Christ that points others to Scripture, to the Church, to community groups, to health, to joy, to peace, to forgiveness, to life. And sometimes I will fall short, because Scripture tells me I will (Romans 3:23) and that’s okay because of God’s grace and He promises He will work all things for the good of those who love Him, who have been called for His purpose (Romans 8:28). Just as He strengthened my friendship yesterday, and brought forth the important concept of communication, while also reminding me of the importance of an understanding compassionate heart, after all it was just a race.

So dear one, wherever you are I hope this post resonated with your soul. Perhaps, you have been too hard on yourself on your mistakes. Perhaps you have been wronged. Perhaps you are wrestling with inner thoughts from your past like I was during my race. Please know it’s okay, forgiveness is just one decision away. The Heavenly Father who loves you will embrace you, redirect you, comfort you, and bring peace to your heart, if you know Him call to Him, pray to Him, seek His direction, and if you don’t that’s okay. He knows you and is only a prayer away.

Thank you for powering through this post with me, remember you are fearfully and wonderfully made and cherished in every way by God. I appreciate you, until next time.

-S

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“Let the Past Die” – Title Brought to You by Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Or do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and you are not your own? For you we’re bought at a price; therefore glorify God in your body and in your spirit, which are God’s” 1 Cor 6:19-20

Hello fellow readers, I know what you must be thinking, “Okay Sari you’ve written some interesting thoughts, but what does Star Wars and the Bible have in common?”. I promise you reader, it will all make sense at the end…hopefully.

So it’s been a while, a long while, and I can honestly say I did not plan on, this, being my first post back from my sabbatical of silence. In fact, I’ve spent an entire year working on what I hoped to be my first blog of 2018 (super excited about the topic by the way, but I digress).

-Where was I?

Oh yeah, I have been editing, revising, and editing this future blog post, but when inspiration strikes, a blogger must write. So, to catch you up, writing has not been the only thing I laid down for almost half a year. Due to a head injury back in March ’17 I also had to lay down exercising. Letting go of lifting and running was not easy for me, but I had to give my body time to recover. It’s been almost a year later, and I am back on the grind!

–“But, am I really?”

You see today, I woke up dark (yes the sun had not risen) and early and made it to the gym! After about an hour of a bosu ball workout and ten minutes of running, I was feeling good! So, I did the one thing I avoid at all costs with the exception of today — I stepped on the scale… and the numbers read .8 more than I weighed in December.

–Shocked, would be an understatement.

Immediately I shook it off and decided to continue with my cool down and stretch. Expectation: Zen. Reality: WAR! I had entered into a battlefield of my mind, the entire 20 minutes engaging in a quiet argument with myself about my goals, routines, and eating habits. The outcome didn’t make sense! “I have reduced my calorie intake and been exercising consistently for the past 3 months, how on earth am I point eight pounds heavier than in December?!”

The more I tried to shake it off, the worst it got. I was jealous of the woman behind me doing her cardio and weights workout, and I’m not a jealous person. I just felt this unshakeable envy of every individual at the gym, and as I saw my reflection in the mirror I despised what I saw (although I actually am smaller in size then in December) I still despised it.

I left the gym crushed and confused. My thoughts swirling like a tornado, I made it home and walked into the bathroom. And that’s when it hit.

The thought came like a still small whisper, “Why are you chasing the past?”

In that moment I realized my frustration was not about the numbers on the scale, It was with the woman staring back at me in the mirror (present) and the one standing at the mirror (past). You see my mentality had been that of two years ago Sari, the one who had just completed her first half-marathon and was learning all about lifting weights. The one who had lost I don’t even know how many pounds because she never stepped on a scale. The one who’s job required for her to be on her feet staying active for the greatest part of her day. The one who was inspired by Stasi Eldredge’s book which conveyed the ground breaking thought: to work out out of love for one’s body, mind, and spirit and not out of shame. My reality wasn’t meeting my mentality, in fact they have been at war with each other for quite some time.

This entire time I have been chasing after two years ago me, and was growing discouraged by 2018 me. So many changes have transpired since 2016 and they have been like a roller coaster, thrilling for sure but intense and fast. I haven’t had a chance to slow down and process everything, once I do I can focus on the present and move forward.

And so I am choosing to, “Let the past die”.

The reality is, I am not at the same fitness level I was in 2016, in fact I am stronger and have gained more muscle so yeah my body composition looks different. My cardio has decreased significantly and with it so has my agility, but instead of chasing the past I can move forward and set new goals, create new workout plans, and focus on my strengths rather than my weaknesses. The most important thing is to remember the verse that started my fitness journey in 2014, “my body is a temple” and as a temple I must care for it, spend time on it, and love it for what it is not for what it could be.

Today, I was reminded of why I started running and exercising, and it was all because of my faith, ministry, and acknowledgement of the epithet above ( 1 Cor 6:19-20). My ultimate goal was not to lose weight, drop clothing sizes, or look slimmer, no, my one and only goal was “Love”. Love God by loving who you are today and taking the BEST possible care of your body, mind, and Spirit.

I share this today because maybe some of these words will resonate with your heart and soul. If they do, I hope this post encourages you and reminds you, “you are not alone”. Many of us experience battles with our self image, but we win the war. The victory is ours! It’s just a matter of our approach. For me the victory is in Christ, my faith, my knowledge, and understanding of the Bible is what keeps me anchored and breathes hope and life. Maybe for you, it will too. All I know is that you were made in God’s image and He loves you dearly because you are here in this moment reading and breathing.

Thank you for visiting dear reader, and remember God cherishes you every day.

— S

Intervals of Faith

 “Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing” –James 1: 2-4

TODAY’S WORKOUT: 

Run 1 min. > 1 min Step Ups

Run 1 min > 1 min Incline Push Ups

Run 1 min > 1 min Walking Lunges

Run 1 min > 1 min Squats

Run 1 min > 1 min inch worms or burpees

Run 1 min > 1 min Tricep Dips

Run 1 min > 1 min Jumping Lunges

Run 1 min > 1 min Plank

Run 1 min > 1 min Jump Squats or Jumping Jacks

Run 1 min > 1 min walk or walk your way back.

 

Today’s Inspiration: Patience 

Muscles are not built overnight, it takes much dedication, commitment, discipline, and hard work to build up our physical strength. Patience is key. It’s very easy to become discouraged when we don’t see immediate results, and sometimes we may want to stop. But with a little patience and endurance my dear one, you will get there, it just takes time. Likewise sometimes we can grow discouraged in our faith when we can’t see how God is answering our prayer, or bringing that victory over our situation… right away. But with time God will bring inspiration and understanding over what he is building, the victory is always there we just don’t always receive it in our expectations…In fact God’s work is far greater than we could ever fathom, because as Isaiah 55 claims, His ways and thoughts are far higher than our own. So take heart dear one, keep going, keep praying, keep running!

“He is in the waiting” – Kristene Dimarco.

Today’s Prayer: Dreams! If you are somewhat like me, it’s probably been a while since you dreamed with God. Today I would like to encourage you, to be brave, take a deep breath, and start talking with God about your dreams, your hopes, your heart’s desires. I promise you, He wants to hear all about them.  It makes for a good one-on-one chat as you walk back to your car/home. And after you are done with today’s intervals, give yourself a round of applause, You conquered today!

 

Blessings,

–S 

Is it Wrong to Want These Things?

“You comprehend my path and my lying down, And are acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word on my tongue, But behold, O LORD, You know it altogether.” –Psalm 139:3-4.

This is by far the hardest post I have ever contemplated to write. A few months ago, the idea began to stir up in my mind and heart, but over the past few months I have experienced great difficulty in finding the “right words”. You see, it was late one night as I was driving home from watching a film with my friends. I was contemplating the storyline; the film was about following your dreams and risking everything to pursue them. It was a very inspiring musical, you may have heard of it, LALA Land, and I just could not drive home right away, so I drove around the city limits lost in a sea of thoughts. Something was clearly bothering me, so I did the only thing I knew to do when restlessness stirs in my heart…I started to talk to God. I don’t know if it was a prayer or just carrying conversation with Him, but the answer I got was everything I have been searching for the past three years.

In the fall of 2012, after returning from a summer in Colorado serving as a church plant intern, I thought I had discovered my “life purpose” , and so I pursued it. Two weeks before leaving my hometown and relocating to a new state, I realized I had what other’s call “jumped the gun”. Though it was painful, I had to let that desire burn with the fire that I felt had destroyed my reputation and character as a “woman of God”. It hurt, but I knew I had made the right decision. Over the next two years, I overcame the sorrow and made the brave decision to put the dream of church planting in Colorado to rest. During that time of healing, I sought answers to so many questions. “Why would I feel such a close attachment to the people and culture, if I wasn’t meant to go? Why did you (God) let me get that far in the journey, if I was meant to stay? How come it’s so easy for my friends to relocate and serve in ministry? Did I just not have all my ‘ducks in a row’?”.  Slowly those questions turned into rationalizations, “Perhaps, I am supposed to get our of debt first like my friend so and so and her husband did before they moved..,Maybe its still church planting just not Colorado. I should go to graduate school first. Financial stability comes first. My family needs me to stay close because this and this was going to happen and God knew that.  Ohh, I know! I am supposed to be married first before I go off on my own into ministry”. This had lasted for years, just going back and forth yet still feeling like I was not fulfilling my life’s calling. Of course family and friends supported me and also offered their perspectives and opinions. Many advised me to stabilize a career first, and I tried but it was like just as I started to climb the mountain boulders would come tumbling down. –Big life’s boulders.  So then I attempted to become more financially stable and really pay attention to my expenses and save, and well… student loans and medical bills just seemed to keep drowning me one after another.

These were the memories, I continued to discuss with God on my drive that night, just seeking the answer that would put to rest all of my anxieties, doubts, and fears. At one point I said, “Lord, I just don’t understand. Why does it look so easy for my friends, why does it look so easy on Hollywood? Am I just crippled by fear? Am I not persevering enough? Do I need more endurance? And what about my other dreams like having a family and a home?”.  And in that moment it came to me like a whisper, “I made you, you”, and in that instant it was like all the weights, all the chains, everything that had been weighing me down was gone. I felt free.

In the film there is this “deciding” moment for one of the main characters and she has to decide if her dream is worth pursuing?, and I felt like this was my moment and I too had to decide. Except I had already made my choice many years ago,  the day I said “yes” to the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. You see what I learned that night was that each one of us is genuinely and intricately made. We each have our own personalities, talents, likes, dislikes, dreams, passions, professional paths, families, etc. There is not one single one of us who is made the same, not even twins. We are unique and especially divinely designed for a purpose. Just like our personalities, there is a variety of life’s purpose and each one of us discovers it in this beautiful journey we call life. I have sought many ideas and opportunities that I convinced myself were the right ones for me, and I was mistaken but that is not to say that they would be mistakes for another. Money , education, significant other, children, a career, just are not the things that my heart, mind, and spirit truly seek. I cannot explain it but there is one passion, one dream, one desire, that outweighs the rest of them. Like in the Book of Solomon,  I view money, education, career path, etc  as a “chasing after the wind”. I do not find fulfillment, or joy in any one of them.  My desire to see other’s have a new life in Christ, to see the wonderful transformations saying “yes” to God can do for people is the great treasure I am after. I have tried with great intent to look and seek other things, but I come out empty every time.  I believe that faith is what helps us overcome the storms in life. Faith is what aids us in breaking down the boulders piece by piece until they are just small pebbles in our life. I believe that a relationship in Christ with God can be everything we could ever need and hope for in our life, and I believe this is worth pursuing though it may cost me everything I have.

This is the effect, LALA Land, had in my heart that night. Somehow this film started up a flame in me and every day my prayer is that it will continue to grow and remain. So if you are wondering is it wrong to want these things, fame, money, financial stability, love, career, marriage, children, ministry? My answer to you is absolutely not, God designed you to be you. We each feel pulled to different things, be wise not to let it consume you, but explore the place these general concepts may have in your life. I believe that as you unfearfully explore these ideas and bring them to God every day, He will reveal to you the goodness in each one of them without it overwhelming you and destroying you. He will build them, He will guide you in discerning which are worth pursuing and which to put to rest. For me, I know that a life in Christ, and being a witness to others, and share the gospel is what will always triumph over the rest, so as long as I am pursuing that on a daily basis the rest will come as it may. Whether I am teaching at a university or serving in an orphanage in a foreign country I will do it with a Colossians 3:17 mindset. So take courage my dear reader, and explore all that God has for you. Walk in wisdom, seek discernment, seek Godly counsel, remember to pray and pursue your dreams.

As always, I appreciate you for visiting, remember God loves you.

Blessings!

-S

“And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him”. –Colossians 3:17

The Human, the Pavement, and the Longboard

longboard

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go”. –Joshua 1:9

 

“What was I thinking? I can’t do this! I am not cut our for this…this was a bad idea.” These were the thoughts running through my mind as I walked up to my friend’s car. Earlier that day, I had made up my mind to go for a run later at the park, but as I was leaving church the opportunity to spend time with two friends opened up and when the suggestion of long-boarding came up my response was, “Sure, why not?  I’ve never gone longboarding before.” Enthused my friends decided they would teach me and so we all agreed to meet up later at the park.

Hours later, after a leisure stroll with a dear sweet friend (to walk out the nerves) there I was standing behind my friend’s car as we selected a longboard. Lucky for me my friends were experienced and eager to teach me so I knew I was in good hands. One of my friends was already gliding and attempting tricks–“surely this isn’t so hard”.

Wrong (so wrong)

“Okay guys so what do I do?”

“It’s easy you just keep one foot on the board and you push off with your other foot, like a skateboard”. 

“I’ve never been on a skateboard..”

Other friend, “No worries, just climb on, try to balance, push off with your foot (like this) and turn your feet to turn”. 

So I did exactly as I was told. I placed my right foot on the board, pushed off with my left, and as I pulled my left foot to get on the longboard…

-BAM!

(Missed)

-There goes my right ankle..

(No worries, again)

BAM!

-Floor.

(And again…) “Yay, I got the hang of it! Now how do I…stoooooop?!”

-Floor.

(There goes the longboard…)

Quickly, our gallant friend ran to recover the longboard before it hit the water. By now, I knew this was an indication that this feat would be difficult…and perhaps a visit to the emergency room was in my future.. Uncertain, I voiced out my doubts and fears in jest and laughter, as my concern only grew for rest of this day. You see, I know myself. Although, I make the best efforts to stay active and exercise, I also know that coordination is not my forte. Accidents tend to follow me. I once fractured my pelvis while running ( at sixteen) and that has always haunted me. (I am the girl that trips over thin air, and here I was on a longboard trying to maintain my balance).

-c-a-t-a-s-t-r-o-p-h-e 

About 5 ankle hits later, I was able to get on the longboard. This short-lived achievement resulted in an apparent indication for my friend to give me a gentle push (of encouragement) to be off on my way.

-(Wrong idea, John Wayne).

Heart racing and eyes bulging out of my sockets, I was certain I was about to hit the water (Did I mention, I don’t know how to swim?). Thankfully, I didn’t and I was able to stop. My friends caught up to me, applauded me, and encouraged me that I was getting the hang of it. We were only about 1/4 of a tenth away from our starting point..(but progress is still progress, right?). I am usually a long processor, but when it comes to these type of moments my brain goes on hyper-speed. I deduced that if I was ever going to succed at this, I needed space (no more gentle nudges for this gal). So, I persuaded my friends to go ahead of me, and so they left.

There I was, just me, the pavement, and the longboard. Only one of us destined to be the winner. And so I attempted it, again, and again, and again. And this is how it went:

“Yay!”

-I got this! 

-………

-I don’t got this, I don’t got…

-Ankle! 

Okay, here we go again.

-Steady, steady..

-Alas! 

-This isn’t so…

Pavement! 

-Again

-Pavement.

-Again…

-Pavementtt.

-Really pavement.

-Pavement wins.

Friendly runner: “You are brave for doing that, I couldn’t do it”.

-(Laughter) 

-And again….

-Yay! 

-Okay, now turn…

-Turn…

-Leaves!

-Okay, here we go..

And then there they were, my friends, so proud and happy that I was able to stay on board. After much encouragement, I told them my goal was to make it to this one landmark so they accompanied me. They gave me a few pointers, like keeping a wider stance for balance, and then they stopped to examine a snake. And then they stopped to chat with some people they knew, so I kept on. Proud of my accomplishment I was thinking, “Okay God, what are you trying to teach me? Surely, you are teaching me something…”

-PAVEMENT.

I hit the pavement so hard my injury lasted for the next seven days. And of course, there was an audience (my friends). I laughed. It was the only thing I could do to mask the pain. Both of my friends rushed to my rescue, one helped me up, while the other (John Wayne) made sure I wasn’t bleeding or seriously injured. Once I was back on the board, we proceeded to return to our cars.

Overall, I had fun. I enjoyed trying something new and having two friends by my side to share this longboarding venture. My aching body disagreed with my final thoughts, but I truly did enjoy the experience.

Afterwards, I decided to go wash my car and as I was drying it I was recalling that afternoon laughing about all the falls. Laughing about how my fate had been sealed from the moment friend A and friend B were my teachers. “Teaching is not their forte. Where were the rehearsals? The step on and step off? The..”. And that’s when it hit me.

 -Life doesn’t teach us that way.

In fact, my friends ended up being excellent teachers, they taught from the “every day life” approach. In life, we don’t get a “step one, two, and three”. There may be people who will guide us and offer advice but that’s about it. Everything else is up to us. We choose how to respond. There will be moments when we fall and our friends, family, and other loved ones will be right there to help us. But there will also be moments when we fall and we will be by ourselves facing the choice to keep trying or give up? Likewise, there will be many victories. Some will be experienced with others around who will encourage, praise, and celebrate with us. Just as there will be many victories only known to us but still meant to be celebrated. These triumphs are just as important and teach us that we don’t always have to depend on others to succeed. What we have learned from others goes with us wherever we go.

This is the beautiful part of it all. Philippians 4:9 states, “The things which you learned and received and heard and saw in me, these do, and the God of peace will be with you”. And Joshua 1:9 proclaims, “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” Both verses echo the same idea, you are not alone God is with you and equips you. The One who taught me to fight and how to fight remains with me wherever I go. He was the reason I kept getting back on my feet and continuing to attempt to master the longboard. He gave me life, and life was not meant to be wasted, but to be enjoyed. Sometimes that means that you make the best of every opportunity even if it’s one that doesn’t cater to your strengths. I had been given a gift that day. A gift of fellowship, friendship, laughter, strength, perseverance, and endurance. A gift that was meant to be opened, enjoyed, and appreciated, and that’s why I kept going.

God gave His only begotten Son so that we would not know death, but be granted the gift of eternal life. I wasn’t just born; I was born for a purpose. Just as Christ was born for the purpose that all would come to know Him and believe in Him. Whatever the circumstances Christ faced, He kept going. He kept loving. He kept getting back on the longboard (metaphorically speaking). Just the same, to the cherished churched ones, whatever comes your way remain steadfast and keep your eyes on God. Keep believing. Keep trusting. Keep living for Him. Abide in Him and His light will never go out. To the cherished un-churched ones, don’t grow discouraged and don’t lose hope. If darkness falls believe that there is a light nearby, and when you see it, walk toward it for where there is Light there is Hope. Keep your head up and keep moving forward for along your path God’s love is being poured out and He is knocking at the door. My question to all of us is, how will you respond?

As always, I appreciate you so much for reading and remember:

HOPE.

In His abounding love,

-S

“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him, should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God did not send His Son to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved” -John 3:16-17