A blog.
Some words.
A story to tell.
But maybe I can’t.
It just doesn’t seem to come out so well.
I wish I could say it all, I just don’t know where to start.
Some words.
A story to tell.
But maybe I can’t.
It just doesn’t seem to come out so well.
Words on pages just aren’t the same words on my heart.
I wish I could say it all, I just don’t know where to start.
ComLife.
It’s hard, it’s good.
Life. Love. Choosing in.
Some days it’s good…some days you can’t win.
It’s hard, it’s good.
Life. Love. Choosing in.
Some days it’s good…some days you can’t win.
I want to stop it all, but love it at the same time.
I was made for this.
God called me here.
Why do I feel like I’m loosing my mind?
I was made for this.
God called me here.
Why do I feel like I’m loosing my mind?
Nothing left to give, no more words to speak.
No life to breathe, no hearts to move.
When will we finally find our groove?
No life to breathe, no hearts to move.
When will we finally find our groove?
A vision.
A holy calling.
A longing for authenticity.
It’s in the heart of us all.
We want it, but we don’t know how to live it.
We’re walking it out, not sure of the outcome.
We’re pressing in to take hold of something we don’t even understand.
We’re fighting a fight we can’t comprehend.
We’re walking it out, not sure of the outcome.
We’re pressing in to take hold of something we don’t even understand.
We’re fighting a fight we can’t comprehend.
This is so much bigger than us.
And yet it is just us.
And yet it is just us.
Eight.
A troop.
A band of brothers.
A group that will fight and give life and bear with one another.
A body that will look more like Christ. His bride being refined.
A troop.
A band of brothers.
A group that will fight and give life and bear with one another.
A body that will look more like Christ. His bride being refined.
This is our lives.
This is what we were called to.
This is ComLife.
