Pride is always on the prowl. Its favorite target? Vulnerability.

The vulnerability of one person attracts the pride in another because vulnerable people are an easy battle. Pride finds the holes in her confidence and fills them with false hope. Pride reopens old wounds and plays the pity game. And pride promises to remain present – until its gotten what it wants.

Pride depletes the other to the point of questioning all things,

then presents itself as the answer.

Be aware. Pride is out there.



fear vs. love

18 There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love.19 We love because he first loved us.

• 1 John 4:18-19

If you’ve heard Christians speak, you’ve probably heard a paraphrased portion of 1 John 4:18 – “Perfect love casts out fear.” Someone may have prayed it over you. You may have even prayed it over yourself.

Here’s what I’ve most often seen – a man or a woman confesses to another of their struggle with fear and/or anxiety. Often, these crippling feelings stem from a fear of another’s opinion. The praying person will then verbally claim this truth to encourage his brethren. “God, your word says, ‘Perfect love casts out fear,” they’ll say. “We pray that Your Spirit would flood my sister, washing away her fear in Jesus’ name! Amen.”

Amen! Right?

Well, no.

As I studied this passage this week, the Holy Spirit granted me a deeper revelation. To petition God for more of His love to commandeer our fear isn’t John’s instruction. John does instruct that God is love – but He’s already displayed the highest proof of His love through the life of his son Jesus; and by giving us His Spirit. His Spirit then translates God’s love into our hearts to enable us to love others.

But if we fear others’ opinions, we do not love them. Essentially, our fears are an obstruction of the flow of love – not for ourselves, but for others. But it hurts us, too!

Well, what is the solution? We already have it! Love!

Jesus gave us His Spirit. His Spirit is proof that Love already lives in us. So just because we may not feel love for another person, doesn’t mean it isn’t there. 

Our love account may feel empty. But it isn’t, because Jesus’ sacrifice deposited a limitless supply. We must trust in that truth. Thus, as we trust, and actively love others, despite our fears…we will consequently cast away fear. Until one day, we are made perfect in love.

what is love?

There is no force stronger than love.Let me define love. God is love.

Defining your identity to the tune of another human 

is not love.

Finding reassurance in what you’ve always known about yourself 

is not love.

Hearing what you want to hear       is not love.

Forgetfulness                                        is not love.

Sexual chemistry                                 is not love.

Let me define love.
God is love.
God is eternal. So if it’s God breathed, it’ll last. Forever. 

She says she loves someone because she competes his sentences…

The length of his sentence is length of their “love”.

That’s not love. 
 What is love?

“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away.”
‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭13:4-10‬ ‭ESV‬

Jesus or Death

“When the large crowd of the Jews learned that Jesus was there, they came, not only on account of him but also to see Lazarus, whom he had raised from the dead. So the chief priests made plans to put Lazarus to death as well, because on account of him many of the Jews were going away and believing in Jesus.”

– John 12:9-11

In the previous chapter, the apostle John records the account of a man named Lazarus’s death. The account claims that a man named Jesus raised Lazarus back to life. And because of Lazarus’ living, breathing, walking around testimony, many put their trust and belief in Jesus.

The religious leaders weren’t having it. They feared losing control over the people; among other things. They needed a solution.

What did they come up with?

Oh, you know. Death.

The chief priests – the most religious, powerful, esteemed, knowledgable men of the culture – could not come up with a better solution than death to stop Lazarus’ testimony; even though Jesus already proved that death has no power over him.

So the only alternative to surrendering to the power and life and testimony of Jesus Christ……


And the only thing this world can offer me…..


Which, Jesus already defeated.


relentless pursuit

i would like to say that i’m chasing you
but i’m afraid,
the opposite is true.

i’m a little afraid.

i’m a little afraid
of You.

i’m afraid to admit how rebellious i’ve been.
to confess the extent of just how short i’ve fallen
from what you require…
not afraid of judgement,
but afraid of love.

the more i rebel,
the more you love.


You are making me Holy.
You are making me Holy by refining the way I love others. There’s so much I don’t know about loving others,

Because the way to learn the way in which YOU love…

Is high,

And wide,

And deep.

So much wisdom,

So much compassion,

So much glory.
So I let you do it through me.

Each time I allow your life to flow though mine, you weave your life into the fibers of me. And I’m a little more like You than I was before.

You teach me new love languages. 


I don’t need to touch to show love.I can do it in other ways.In ways that are Holy. In God’s ways.

Because God’s ways…

…are higher than my ways. 

a white woman’s world

episode 1: hummus heartache

I’m on a roasted veggies kick. They’re so good and so easy. Just get a bunch of pre-cut veggies from Trader Joe’s, lay them on a cookie sheet, roll them around in some salt/pepper/paprika/olive oil, throw it in the oven at 400 degrees. Sprinkle with feta, douse in hummus. Eat and enjoy.

Yesterday, I needed veggies. I needed feta. I needed hummus. So I went to Trader Joe’s.

Now when I say I needed hummus, I mean I needed one particular strain of hummus solely found at Trader Joe’s – “Mediterranean Hummus”. It’s a creamy blend of chickpeas and spices that produces an incredibly rich, savory flavor. And, to the joy of addicts, it comes packaged in a massive container. So you don’t run out of hummus as quickly. Because, we all know – that’s no fun.

On Thursday morning, I strolled into Trader Joe’s; wearing patterned gray workout leggings, a gray hooded zip-up, a massive handmade gray infinity scarf, and running shoes. I stood at the entrance debating between reaching for a mini red rolling carriage or a red hand basket. I settled on the basket.

I lifted the metal handles and made my way around the establishment. Almond milk, eggs, olive oil, feta, veggies. Placing each item intentionally into the hand basket, arranging them according to shape, size, and weight. The contents weighed it down and I regretted not springing for the carriage.

After I made my rounds, I stood with furrowed eyebrows in the center of the store, holding my heavy basket, convinced I had forgotten something but unsure of what it was. I then remembered the reason I came – the hummus.

Walking over to refrigerated section that houses all the hummus, I noticed a white guy eyeing the selection. I stood beside him to his left and joined him. After about 90 seconds, we switched places. I stood to his right, my eyes continuing to scale the selection up and down – beet hummus, horseradish hummus, roasted garlic hummus, cilantro and jalepeno hummus, sriracha hummus, plain hummus, edamame hummus. The list goes on.

But no Mediterranean.

“Did they change the packaging…?” I muttered under my breath.
“I don’t know! I don’t see it,” said the white guy.
“You’re looking for the Mediterranean too?” I asked.
“Yeah…” he said.
“I came here specifically for that one…” I said with a chuckle.
“Me too,” said he. “I’m gonna go ask them if they have some in the back.”

I waited while he walked to the back of the store, in the general vicinity of the double doors through which the employees enter and exit. I watched him ask an employee, who retrieved another employee. I watched this second employee walk away through the doors one way, then two minutes later walking back through them the same way she left, shaking her head. No Mediterranean hummus.

The white guy walked back. His demeanor told me we were out of luck.

Together, we debated which hummus to settle on. The employee attempted to sell him the snack pack sizes of the Mediterranean. But that variety comes packed in such small containers collectively with pita chips. We don’t need pita chips. We need a lot of hummus.

After several sighs, we both settled on the roasted garlic.

“Enjoy the rest of your day,” he said to me.
“You too!”