Friday, July 8, 2022

Prodigals, Presence, and Power of Prayer

From Tepees to Parsonages, God’s Faithfulness 

When Searching for the Truth 

Like the woman at the well, the only thing about my past that I have to boast in is that Jesus not only redeemed it, but turned those dark, ugly, shameful places where I was searching for belonging and meaning into testimonies of hope for others. How thankful I am for that. Otherwise, I couldn’t live with the memories of the damage I’ve done along the way.







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