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Shortly after I became a Christian at age seven, the children’s minister at my church discipled me for a while. Honestly, I don’t remember hardly anything I learned during that time since I was so young. However, the one thing I do remember is the “stop light” illustration to how God answers prayers. During that time of discipleship, I learned that there are three ways God answers prayers: Yes = Green Light Yes, but not right now = Yellow Light more »

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The Day that Death Died By Michaela W. By one of His own, He was betrayed, One who, by silver’s ring, was swayed, He was led away, His hands bound and tied, On the day that death died. Spit upon and falsely accused, He was whipped, beaten – horribly abused, Before Pilate of Rome, He was questioned and tried, On the day that death died. Led through the streets full of mocking and scorn, A burden on His back, on more »

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I’m ashamed. Afraid. Worried about what other people might think of me. The opinions of people I barely know matter to me. I want people I just met to like me, before I even know if I like them. If their opinion should matter. When I walk to class, I tend to avoid eye contact with people, just like everyone else does. Eyes straight ahead. Or down at a phone. But that’s not what I want. I want to be unashamed.  Like Rachel more »

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Prefer watching videos instead of reading? View the video version of this post on YouTube:   I’m just going to say it: Prayer can be boring sometimes. *Gasps* I know I shouldn’t feel that way. Prayer should be this amazing time of communication between us and God.. but sometimes it’s just a little dry. I want to spice up my prayer life.  I don’t think God wants prayer to be something we dread doing. Prayer is our way of communicating with more »

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When I was around five, my best friend’s family moved hours away from me. I was devastated, and didn’t understand why she had to move. Thankfully, our mothers were determined that we would stay in contact. With their help, we began writing letters to each other. Soon, we were able to write the letters ourselves. Now I have shoe boxes filled with these letters from my childhood best friend. I look back at them and smile at the precious memories. more »