springtastic- the state that falls on communities, towns, and campuses when the first sign of 70 degree weather appears. A state of gratitude and utter joy. Characterized by smiles, sporadic wiffleball, ultimate frisbee, wearing dress, bike rides, and doing homework outside, and lack of motivation to do anything inside. Synonyms include so pumped to play Guinness today! 

It is spring, finally. For those that don’t live in a region that experiences a true winter, including snow, freezing degree weather, snow days, then you won’t quite understand my true joy when I say it is spring.

I am from a small town in Northern California. I use to long for summer, when it was already 70 degrees outside. I would long for the days to spend at the pool and trips to the lake. But after a long winter in Iowa, and yes I mean long we had snow in May, I don’t think I can express my joy for spring in words.

It is fun to watch the campus come alive this week. After what seemed like the longest winter of my life, I see college students leaving their dorm rooms and running to the outdoors, like caterpillars leaving their cocoons. I see college students tanning by the pond, playing a game of sand volleyball, a game of Guinness across campus, ultimate frisbee at the park, and friends studying for finals by the pond.

It’s funny, I feel a season behind. Most of my friends back home are longing for summer. But I on the other hand am longing for spring. I have anxiously longed for the day I could sit by the pond or go on a bike ride to Lake Red Rock.

It snowed on my last day of classes. Let me just tell you, that day felt like the opposite of summer. It is weird, normally I long for summer, mainly because by the end of the semester I am just so worn out and need the relaxation.  But I feel like summer just crept up on me. I am not tired, just desperate for spring.

I think that the weather is a reason why I am not ready for summer. But the other reason is because summer means goodbye. I have said too many goodbyes this week and more are to come. It is hard when people that have been in my life everyday for the past two years, I will not see again for 8 months. So this year, rather than longing for school to end I want it to continue as long as it can. I love my friends and don’t want to say goodbye just yet.


Salted Carmel Chocolate Chip Cookies

I am addicted to cooking and baking! There is just somethingso great about starting with raw ingredients, mixing them together and turning into a wonderful meal. Each ingredient alone does not taste incredible, but when mixed together they compliment each other so well.

As a college student living in a residence hall, I get discouraged with cooking. But I was on Pinterest the other day and saw the most amazing cookies, Salted Carmel Chocolate Chip Cookies. Because I do not keep flour, sugar, and basic baking ingredients in my dorm room, I had to get a little creative.


Chewy and soft, these chocolate chip cookies are full of gooey caramel, semi-sweet chocolate chips, and a light sprinkle of sea salt. I’ve recently fallen victim to salted caramel. There is no better match for a chocolate chip cookie. You’re simply going to fall in love.

3 ingredients. It only took 3 ingredients to make these delicious cookies.

  • Toll House chocolate chip cookie dough (I would have made it from scratch, but under the environment I had to give in)
  • Wrapped Caramels (cut each into 5 or 6 pieces)
  • sea salt

Chill dough for at least 30 minutes (or up to 5 days) in the refrigerator. Drop by tablespoonfuls onto ungreased baking sheet. Press a few pieces of caramel onto the tops of the cookies. Bake for 8-10 minutes or until edges are slightly browned. The centers should appear very soft and puffy. Sprinkle each cookie with sea salt while they are warm. Let cool completely and enjoy!

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*Make sure to keep dough cold at all times while the batches are baking. I kept my dough in the refrigerator in between batches.

WIthout the Cross, there is No Empty Tomb

This Easter I am continuing a new tradition. I am celebrating Easter apart from my family but with people who have become a part of my Iowan family. I have celebrated my friends’ traditions while creating some new ones as well. This morning my friend Patsy and I went on a run. We forgot water and at one point I cried “i am so thirty” as we were running up a steep hill we asked the holy spirit to strengthen us. I was reminded that today, my Christ suffered on a cross for me and that he spoke “I am thirsty”

Today, as a way to celebrate Good Friday we went to a service at Lutheran Church of Hope. I enjoyed getting to celebrate this day with two wonderful friends in my life, Sara and Claire, but most importantly loved seeing Christ’s character through his last seven phrases spoken while on the cross:

1. “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do” Luke 23:34

On the cross, he thinks of me who daily forgets him in my life. Yet, he is not angry. At the height of his suffering, his love prevails and he asks His father to forgive me. Right up to his final hours, he preaches forgiveness

2. “Truly, i say to you, today you will be with me in paradise” Luke 23:43
Not only are religious leaders and soldiers mocking Him, but the criminal on the left of Him as well. But the criminal on the right says “remember me when you come into your kingdom” what wonderful faith this repentant sinner has in Jesus, far more than doubting Thomas, one of his own disciples. Jeaus shows his divinity by opening heaven for a repentant sinner. I want my prayer to be “Remember me as you enter your kingdom”

3. “Jesus said to his mother: “Woman, behold your son.”
Then he said to the disciple: “Behold your mother.”
John 19:26-27
This phrase is about honor. Jesus is concerned for his mother and looks to John to care for her. A theme throughout the Bible is of honor or dishonor. “I am The Lord your God” “honor the sabbath” “honor your mother and father” While on the cross in the worse circumstance he shows honor to his mother. Where is the honor of God in my life

4. “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
Matthew 27:46 & Mark 15:34
Jesus has never been apart from His father until this moment. He knew the mission and he knew the cost. Jesus holds onto the words”this is my son who I am delighted in” through his whole time on earth through. The word, “My god” is familiar to me; it resonates with me. This is what I call in the darkest hour. The question comes next, “why?” Why have you done this to me? Jesus took on my sins and all of our sins and it was heavy. He could no longer defend his Father’s love or His ministry. At this point he had to trust to continue His ministry while He took care of the weight of our sins. my prayer is that i would Call to the cross and lay down my sin and find new life.

5. “I am thirsty” John 19:28.Jesus is both spiritually and physically exhausted. He isn’t just thirsty for water or sour wine but out every ounce of strength that is left, he still thirsts for our righteousness. This is like the cry from the Sermon on the Mount. “Blessed is he who thirsts for righteousness”

On the cross, Jesus has to empty himself so that there is room made for us to be fulfilled. I can’t leave Him on the cross, but my prayer is to allow Him to fill my empty soul.
This reminds me of the beautiful lyrics of the hymn, Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended “I crucified Jesus and since I cannot pay thee,
I do adore thee, and will ever pray thee,”

6. When Jesus had received the wine, he said,”It is finished;”
and he bowed his head and handed over the spirit.
John 19:30

It is done, it is over. Some heard these words with satisfaction that he was a false prophet. To them, he disturbed order and thru the crucifixion they had ended it. To them, He had admitted defeat. There were others who heard those words much differently with a sense of despair and loss of hope. To them, this was a tragic ending and their freedom was lost. Even they heard him say it was finished in terms of being defeated.
But the cry isn’t a claim of defeat, but further from it. This phrase more accurately means it had been accomplished. He obtained what His life had focused on. This is the reason He came. Earlier in John he said to His disciples he “Came to do the will of the one who sent him and he would finish him” On the cross he triumphed for once and for all to bring us all back into relationship with The Father

7. Jesus cried out in a loud voice,
“Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.”
Luke 23:46
These are Jesus’ last words before death. He claims, ” I am the light of the world” but is far from that when hanging on the cross, helpless, surrounded by darkness. Our sin is paid through his sacrifice. The darkness is so real. Most times I dwell on Sunday rather than Friday. I focus on the fact that He rose from the dead instead of the death itself. But I can’t skip to the ending without focusing on this. I have darkness and sin but with the cross it can be placed at the foot of an old Roman cross. Death is not the end of the story. And in this final holy moment may I feel his final breath calling out to me ” let it go and commit everything to me because you can trust me.” I can trust that His grace is greater than my sin. And His love is stronger than my rebellion. Jesus gave his life and now I will give up mine.
Psalm 31: 5 “Into your hands I commit my spirit; deliver me, LORD, my faithful God”

To many times, I have neglected the real meaning of Easter. Yes, the fact that He rose from the grave is of greatest importance, but not until you focus on the death. Through reading each phrase spoken by Jesus on Good Friday I feel more in love with his character: his selflessness, love, honor and grace. Friday is important to remember. Without Friday, there is no Sunday
Without the cross, there is no tomb
If there is no last breath there can be no first breath. May I run to the rugged cross as there is no where to turn. May I see how deep and wide the father’s love is for me.

The Patient Father

Amongst a green luscious meadow a single bleeding heart sprouts on the first day of spring. It sways left to right from the breeze of a girl running through the meadow. She is barely seven barefoot with wavy brown hair. She represents freedom in countless ways. As she turns back and smiles at her father, her brown hair swishes to her right shoulder. She gives a laugh and says go faster Daddy. The patient Father just cracks a smile for he knows what is ahead. He asks his daughter once to return to Him. She looks back at him and says “this way Daddy, let’s go here. “ She desperately seeks adventure. She is looking for something to strive for perhaps a waterfall or breathtaking mountain view to end their journey. The little girl points to the redwood forest ahead. “Look daddy, look over here. The trees are so tall and strong, I am sure this is the way to go” The patient Father whispers “Not yet, Come to me” Then the little girl points to the glaciers on her left. “Daddy, let’s go here the ice is so beautiful and you know how much I love the snow.” She continues to plead with her father, “We could go sledding and have a snow ball fight and make snow angels. Oh daddy we could have so much fun. You know how much I love to eat the snow; the feeling of the cold ice on my lips makes me feel so alive and refreshed. Oh daddy please, we could have so much fun together over here.” The Father just laughs for he knows what is over by the glaciers: polar bears, slippery ice, and avalanches, things that she is unprepared for as a naïve little girl. The patient Father once again whispers “ No, not there. Come back to me. I know the way.” The girl stops running and turns to her father. Her pouty face says it all, she trusts the Father but does not like what he has to say. She slowly walks to the Father. When she is three steps away, the Father bends down to her level, “ I have something stored up for you that will give you the desires of your adventure seeking heart; you just have to be patient and wait.” The little girl nods her head and takes her Fathers hand. She is happy again and content just holding her Father’s hand. She doesn’t need to take the lead and run ahead for she is enjoying every minute in the presence of her Father. All of a sudden she looks to her right and sees a vast desert. She sees a wind storm pick up the sand and move it a mile away. The sand reminds her of the beach. She starts to run towards the desert. Oh how she loves the feeling of sand between her toes and when her father splashes her with the salty water. Oh and how could she forget the sand castles that she used to build with her mother. She would build a mote to protect all the princes and princesses. She turns to her Father who is quite a distance away and starts to say “ Look daddy, Let’s Go….” She turns back to the desert and rubs her eyes. She realizes that it is not a beach, but rather a vast barren desert. “Oh wait no, Nevermind” The patient, caring Father smiles for he knows that she is learning, regardless of how long it is taking. She runs into the open arms of her Father. The Father kisses her left cheek and then whispers, “ I am so proud. You are learning” The girl smiles. Oh how she longs to please her daddy and she knows by the look on his face that she did something to make him proud. As she is walking on her Father’s side, she points to a mountain, “Daddy, are we going to hike this hill.” “No, sweetie, not yet” From afar, his smile says it all. He knows that one day his daughter will be ready to climb that mountain. It will take more time and discipline, but he is excited for the day that she will finally be ready and even more excited for the day she will summit it. As he ponders looking at that mountain, the little girl tugs on her Father’s robe. “Daddy,” she points to a small hill “how about this hill?” The Father answers “Sure, let’s go there!”

As I sat in my seat at our weekly Intervarsity gathering, I sat in silence inviting the Lord to speak to me. He revealed to me this image.

Lord, I pray that you would give me the fruits of the spirits, especially patience. Sometime I run to the first adventure or risk I see but I ask that I would just find peace basking in Your presence. May this picture be true in my daily life. May I be walking by your side and learning from You daily. I have so much more to learn but please teach me Your ways. Amen.

Let God Be God

As I reflect on the week that I just finished, I again stand in awe of the power of the Lord and His faithfulness.
 For those of you who don’t know, InterVarsity had a week long event called Share your story. We partnered with Campus Ministries, FCA, TWLOHA @ CUI and UNA to share stories on campus about topics that are often hidden.
Our vision as a group was to bring the good news of great joy to campus, to boost momentum, and to build relationships. I spent almost 40 days and nights with other co-leaders planning for this event. The Lord remained faithful through that prep time, instead of becoming discouraged with all the work we had ahead of us, the Lord continued to keep that fire lit in our hearts with a passion so deep to bring the gospel to campus. The best part about this week was that God started working in me before the week even began. He taught me so much just during the time that I was prepping and planning.
I would find some of my times with the other leaders, not stressed, but enjoying the time I had with them. I remember the week before this event would begin, I was in the Intervarsity office painting these wooden life-size people that would serve as part of our promotion with Michelle. Instead of getting stressed, we stopped at the local coffee shop for a latte before we hit the ground painting. While painting away, we would just share stories about our lives and I just enjoyed the entire time learning more and more about her. The next day, my friend Ellen helped me with another assignment for the promotion stuff; I again enjoyed hearing stories of her own personal life. Even though the event hadn’t actually begun yet, I was already hearing stories from my own co-leaders and it was getting me pumped for the week that was to come.
The prep that went into this week was also a very humbling experience. My friend Jeff and I were in charge of making a promo video that would both capture the aspects of this week but also grab people’s attention so that they would want to share it across campus. Well, I had never made a video before in my life so I knew that this was going to be an interesting project. Every time before we would start working on this project, we would give the project to the Lord and ask Him that He would bless us with the gift of making videos. There were multiple times that Jeff and I just wanted to tell our staff leader that a movie was out of the picture, but in the end God prevailed and a video was made.
As this “future event” got closer to taking place, I became a discouraged and in many ways starting to doubt this week. Ultimately, doubting God and His power. My roommate and I spent much time in prayer just praying for God to be faithful throughout the week. Indeed He Was!!!!
The first day was called a Dialogue on Uncertainty. There was an interactive display during lunch called “What do you believe.”Through that many interesting conversations were brought up. At night, there was a panel of professors and students who shared their own stories on when they doubted God. In addition, they had a time of question and answers. I remember one person said, I always saw Christians as always happy, never doubting God, but it is encouraging to see that they even as Christians struggle with doubt.
The second day was called Is there hope in Dark Places? There was an interactive display at lunch followed by a coffeehouse aroma in the evening. People shared stories, poems, and songs. We didn’t know how this day would go as we only had about 5 people that signed up ahead of time to share, but Christ was faithful and the event lasted for over 2 hours with person after person sharing their stories in numerous ways. I was so encouraged to see how many people wanted to share their stories and just wanted someone to listen to them. These stories touched me and just reminded me that each person has a story. I feel like many times I can get caught up in who a person is and assuming that I know them, when actually I haven’t even taken the time to ask or listen to their story.
 The third day was called What Holds You Captive? There was an interactive display during lunch on body image and self worth and another display at dinner focusing on what holds us captive and how we can find freedom. The night event focused on social justice, pertaining to What Holds others captive. We partnered with the United Nations Association and addressed the issue of Human Trafficking. We had an interactive and informative time talking about stories and stats on those trafficked and then showed the movie Taken. We brought the local Not for profit, Work of Our Hands, to our event and had them share about fair trade products and they brought some of their products for sale.
The fourth day was called Are you Faking It? There was an interactive display during lunch that focused on areas where we fake it, such as in the classroom, in bed, with our friends, or on our sport’s team. That night we had one of our professors share her story and how at one point she doubted God, was depressed, and felt captive and how she was redeemed through Christ. It was a night to wrap up the main topics we talked about throughout the week and how we can be redeemed through Christ. We invited those to stand who wanted to commit their lives to Christ for the first time or wanted to recommit their lives to Christ. We had student leaders in the back to pray for any that needed prayer. And only through God and His power, we had one student accept her life to Christ for the very first time. This was so exciting for me to see God’s fingerprint through her story. Earlier in the day she found out that her favorite professor was speaking so she asked me what the event was about. I told her about it and also told her where she could find the video that described the whole week, yea that video that I almost didn’t make. She decided to come, even though she debated it for a good hour and then came and realized that she needed Christ.
 I still stand in awe, sometimes I doubt God and sometimes I just don’t know how it will turn out. But God was faithful. This week, those 40 days of planning and prepping, were all worth it because one girl decided to commit her life to Christ and numerous others decided to recommit their lives.
The last day was a celebration party to end the week. We had an hour of worship and reflection time over the week. It brought a great sense of freedom after a week of talking about some difficult topics. During reflection time in small groups, there was a girl in my group who didn’t go to our church but was an old friend of one of my friends. As we explained to her what this week was about and we told her how we were so amazed by how willing people want to share their story and are just looking for someone to listen. She proceeded to say would you mind if I shared my story, because I just had a radical experience and accepted my life to Christ yesterday. She told her story and we were all amazed with how open she was to share with complete strangers. The most amazing thing was that I knew that there were many that were praying for Thursday night , that people would come to know and love Christ. Even though she was not at our event, God was faithful to her and heard our prayers.
Lord, You are faithful. I am in awe of your power and your presence. I want to be Wowed by you, I dont want to put you in a tiny box. You are a powerful God and deserve all power and glory. You are the Creator of the Heavens and Earth and I want to praise you. 

Prayer of Contentment

“I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most glorious creature that I could think of, for to have been thought about, born in God’s thoughts, and then made by God is the dearest, grandest, and most precious think in all thinking” -George MacDonald

Last semester my theme was to live an intentional but Interruptible Life. Lately, prayer seems to be an ongoing theme in my life and the power of prayer. Nothing in this life is ours anyway, so I have been going to God in prayer in everything- money, relationships, friends, family, and even school. My life is not my own (Colossians 3:3-4), so everyday I am trying to give him more and more of my life. Recently, I have experienced many deaths in my family. Through this I have been learning the importance of experiencing life. The Lord can chose to take any of us up to heaven with Him at any moment He choses. He is in control, not I. I was looking back on the past few years and realized how different life would be if I didn’t listen to Him and His Voice. Ultimately, through that time of reflection I realized that the times when I listened to His voice and was obedient were plans that I never would have imagined or chose if it wasn’t for His Voice. The things that I would have chosen wouldn’t have necessarily been bad choices, but they weren’t the best things. My image of life is but a small view compared to the Lord’s helicopter view. I never would have thought I would go to Bulgaria, come to Central, join Intervarsity, and attend Urbana. Yet, I can’t imagine not adding those to my life. I am a new and changed person because of all four events. In all I learned what God has placed on my heart and more ways I can fulfill his calling for me: to know Him and make Him Know.
            These past couple of weeks I have been focused on calling as it a major theme in my pre-ministry seminar class. But through each week, I have realized that the key to life with Christ is contentment. It is not about landing on your calling but about enjoying the ride along the way. It is not about wishing for more money, a relationship, better grades, etc. It is about being content in what the Lord provides for us and trusting in Him. I am learning to be content in the phase of life I am in. And I believe that what the Lord choses to make me is far better than anything that I could imagine.
Lord Abba Daddy, Thank you for your love. You demonstrated the greatest love by dying on the cross for me. In return, I want to die to myself, so that you may live in me. I want my life to glorify you. Give me a heart of contentment. I want to be what you chose to make me. I want to give up my plans and follow you.  Amen


I think it is ironic how the word maturity can be defined so differently. Urban dictionary defines maturity as: A word referring to the slow and painful process by which the human soul dies, and then proceeds to rot. This process ends when someone becomes fully mature, and are thus devoid of all joy and personality.
We, college students, may be quick to define maturity as independence. I know when I arrived at college I told myself that I was mature now because I was independent. However with that definition, my parents would argue that I am not mature, as they still help me pay for my car insurance, college tuition, and occasionally do my laundry when I come home. Maturity can be expressed as the point when a person is honest and sincere, rather than full of excuses and lies. Others may express maturity as the time when a person is financially on their own and goes to work every day rather than sitting on the coach playing video games. In many ways, maturity in the worldly sense can be summed up as independence and success.
Yet, when you define spiritual maturity, it is when a person is fully dependent on God and realizes that they can’t live without Him. This past month God has been teaching me the power of prayer. As a Christian and spiritual leader I need to be in prayer daily, even hourly. I used to rarely pray. I still don’t pray as often as I should, but I am learning how powerful prayer really is. Prayer is being fully dependent on God. I have learned that when I don’t pray or turn to God, it means that I am very prideful. I am basically saying I don’t need you God, I can do this on my own.
Through this realization, I have challenged myself to thinking about God every hour, which is the least I can do as He thinks of me every second. I am challenging myself this week to pray to God at every hour, telling Him that I need Him, want Him, and desire Him. I am excited for this challenge for the week, and if you are reading this I ask that you would pray for me this week, as I know it is easy to get sidetracked from the Lord.

Father, you are all powerful and deserve my attention, yet you put me first, more than I put you first. I want to be spiritually mature. I want to seek you in everything and depend on you. I need you in my life. Amen. 

It’s Not About Me

    I am here to serve the Lord; my purpose is to know Christ and to make him know. In this, there is no room for my plan and God’s plan. There is only room for my life to be a part of Christ’s plan. I am here on this Earth for a greater purpose, other than myself.
  Recently, I have been wrestling with my plan and purpose. The Lord tells us in Psalm 37:4 “ Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.” In many ways I secretly crave that American Dream, but try to deny it.  I have dreams to become a successful businesswoman, live in a beautiful apartment in the city, and travel across the globe. I want to to become a wife and mother. I want a comfortable life. So, does this mean that because I delight in the Lord he will give me all of these dreams and desires?
After hearing Steve Heerema’s testimony, I learned that just like me, he had a dream. He wanted to play football professionally for the NFL. But so often than not, God had a different plan for Steve; he became injured and his football career was over. I identified with so many parts of Steve’s testimony and was challenged in many ways. But this was the part that I wrestled and identified with the most. Galatians 2:20 rang into my ears, “ I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me” It is not until I die to myself that I can become a new creation, one that is filled with Christ. I need God to break me of my human desires: die to my dreams, goals, and ambitions. I cannot have both. There is no room for my human desires and God’s plans to coexist. I must pick one and the other must die. God broke Steve before he even came to know Christ. The Lord is a loving, caring Father who will do anything that will help me, even if it is breaking me now so that He can show me what is best for me.
I in many ways would say I have a willing and open heart, but deep down I am afraid that God will call me to be ONLY blank, and believe that on my own I could be doing something better with my life and time.  But, the thing is that my life is not about me, it is about the One who breathed life into me.  And if I truly am a follower of Christ I would not be focused on things and my own plans, but focused on Him and bringing glory to the Kingdom.
This past week, I have focused on Psalm 37:4, specifically on the word “delight.” I have found it to be such a beautiful word, and one that is rarely used on a normal occasion. The definition of delight is “something that gives great pleasure or a feeling of great pleasure or joy.” When we truly delight in the Lord, we take great pleasure in Him and have this overwhelming feeling of pleasure or joy. There are no doubts or feelings of other desires; we only desire the Lord. This verse holds true, The Lord really will give us the desires of our heart. It is just that when we delight in the Lord, are desires become pure of heart.
Life is not about me; it is not about my dreams or pleasures. There is not room for my earthly and heavenly desires. I must die to self and to my dreams and then can become a new creation.  I desire to find my delight in the Lord, rather than earthly dreams. Once I am at this point, this state of willingness and openness to how the Lord uses me, he can begin to use me for His greater purpose.

Power of Prayer

And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people.” Ephesians 6:18

Prayer is not something that should be referred to as a weak or lazy man’s job. Growing up, I used to see prayer as a last resort, something for those who are too busy or unable to serve God. But I am finding the opposite is true. GOd has been teaching me so much about prayer this semester. Service, sure it takes a willing heart, but after completing some action I tend to start to feel good about myself. I can find myself saying “Oh, look what I did” or “look at me following Jesus and being obedient.” But prayer requires a humble heart. Prayer is literally telling God I am too weak to do this on my own, only through you can this be accomplished. Prayer is being able to give God complete control. Prayer does not give immediate results like service, it can take days or years to see the way God is moving through our prayers. Prayer can be difficult and even exhausting. Sometimes, I find myself in difficult situations where I have no idea what to do, but God doesn’t call me to spend hours finding my own solutions. He didn’t design us that way. He calls us to pray more when we don’t know what to do. This is why He gives us the Holy Spirit. Romans 8:26 says,In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.”
I am a talker whether it is specified towards God or others. I always find myself asking, “Isabelle, have you prayed about it more than you have talked about it” This semester Christ has been making it known to me that He wants me to talk to me, just as much as I do in my prayer time. The power of prayer is so strong, but it takes a humble heart.