Those thoughts pull me further and further away from Jesus. Why? Because they become my focus, instead of trusting God to right those wrongs for me.

What truly needs to be highlighted— what I need to hear the most on my bad days— is the reason why we don’t need to be anxious.

Cancer has become such a dirty word. It tears families apart. It causes so much pain. So much doubt. So much sorrow. How do I tell her God is in this? That he's there. Will she believe me? Will she listen?

Even though I was physically unable to sing, my brothers and sisters in Christ in the room with me could and they were singing their hearts out.

And one day, God came after me. He'd always been coming after me. But that day, I felt it. He broke through my walls. I sobbed with face in my hands while the music played, knowing He was hope.

The clothing we choose to put on each day is how we will live out the Gospel to a friend that has wronged us, a stranger on the bus who won't give up their seat, a person in line at the grocery with a bad attitude. This is how we are instructed to love one another.