Show up. This phrase has been echoing in my mind. I read it and hear it everywhere I go. Somewhere along the line as 2018 has been drawing to a close I let my expectant (my word for the year) attitude slip away. I started striving and busying myself with noble distractions. As this phrase has echoed in my mind, I know exactly why. I don’t know how God will use me or why He chose me. I am always humbled when God shows up and paints a clear picture of how He is leading but then

I love the local church. I’ve spent half of my life in a church building between growing up as a pastor’s kid and working in the church. Basically, I’m a self-proclaimed church expert. I could tell you hilarious, roll-on-the-floor-laughing stories about old ladies with bathroom issues and baptisms gone awry. I can also tell you heartbreaking stories about the hard and hurtful times for me and my family. I’ve seen it all, and I love it in spite of the hard times. I don’t know