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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 »

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The one concern of the devil is to keep Christians from praying. He fears nothing from prayerless studies, prayerless work and prayerless religion. He laughs at our toil, mocks at our wisdom, but he trembles when we pray.  -Samuel Chadwick A while back I shared in a post about my experience learning about prayer whilst I was in England. {You can read that post here.} Since then, I’ve been thinking about prayer a lot and wanting to learn more about more »

My Struggle with Testimony envy (1)

When I was 8 I hated my red hair. I didn’t want red hair. I wanted blonde hair, like Cinderella or Aurora. Their gorgeous hair looked so perfect, and I had mega hair envy. When I became a teen, I started memorizing verses about self-image and eventually realized God thought my red hair was beautiful and He made it that way on purpose. Eventually, I came to like it. Occasionally, people (be they friends or random hair stylists) have told more »

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Prefer to watch videos instead of reading? View the video version of this post on YouTube: Heart pounding, I was anything but fearless. Taking a deep breath, I stepped off of the white bus with five fellow students. I glanced up at the tall tree with the orange flowers; it looked so different at night. Peering down the street, I took a deep breath. The house I was staying at during my time studying in Costa Rica was only a more »