Shattered Silence

Hands and Feet of Jesus   (Photo Credits Belong to Photographer: Amber Ginter, 2018).    As previously mentioned in earlier blogs, during the month of May, I was given the opportunity to serve High School students at a Young Life Camp called Malibu, located in the inner depths and seclusion of British Columbia, Canada.   Although I learned much from this camp including understanding the heart of Just Jesus, something that was also revealed to me was what it meant to truly serve with the authentic, raw, vulnerable, and difficult hands and feet of Jesus.   When we think about Jesus, for instance, and His service to the world, what are you reminded of?   Him serving the masses with five loaves of bread and two fishes?   Him healing the blind, sick, and bleeding?   Him crying out to His Father to take away the cup but still abiding to His Will at all costs?   Him spitting in the mud and rubbing dirt in a man’s eyes to give him sight? ...

Just Jesus   (Photo Credits Belong To Photographers Amber Ginter and Ben Johnson, 2018).    During the month of May, I was given the opportunity to travel to Canada with two friends to volunteer at Young Life Malibu during their Discipleship Weekend Camp.   Jumping on a limb and going way beyond my comfort zone to serve High School students, I never imagined how God would begin to transform both my heart and mind during this trip.   Abandoning cell service, wi-fi, and all forms of communication for the time while at this camp, you wouldn’t believe the freedom that comes from just getting away from everything.   Over the past year, my family has experienced what I would call the “The Book of Job Season of Life” (to read my blog on that article click here: It's Just a Season:  http://wordscanshattersilence.blogspot.com/2018/06/ ).   From a rat infestation to being victims of theft, our dog attacking and killing another dog, and my Father ...

It’s Just a Season   (Photo Credits Belong To Photographer: Ben Johnson, 2018).    Over the course of the past year, my family has been involved in what I like to call “The Book of Job Season of Life” (pronounced “Jobe” as in a person and not “Job” like a career path ;)).   From hosting a couple in our house that then, in turn, stole from us to our dog Chance having surgery, our dog Buddy attacking and killing another dog, a baby being born addicted to drugs, my Father being hospitalized six times, my half-brothers getting arrested and being brought back to life through Narcan, getting hit by a car during a snowstorm, having our house literally fall apart from the inside out, and more, it is no surprise that we started to feel a little a bit defeated by the devil himself.   Through much anxiety, depression, and chaos, it began to get harder and harder to see the light outside of the tunnel.   And although those around us were supportive and loving ...