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Jesus, my teacher

July 11: 3 gifts in jars

  • #142: homemade jam
  • #143: wild flowers
  • #144: Hershey's kisses in my office

#145: a day of rest in the middle of the week

#146: surprising my sister with a cupcake just because

#147: praying for victims of Human Trafficking in Almaty, Kazakhstan to be set free

July 12: A gift of life, growth, decline

  • #148: plants who cling to life and persevere despite the drought; reminding us that God can sustain life in even the most hostile environments
  • #149: my brave clients who fight hard against old, unhealthy habits and pursue change, freedom and joy
  • #150: the days of summer speeding along

#151: when the Holy Spirit whispers in my ear with just the right thing to say to someone

#152: 6 months working at Glenwood Center.

Wow, I cannot believe it's been that long already! It has gone so fast and I'm still learning so much every week. I'm noticing patterns in the way that my clients are broken and how they are like me and each other. I'm discovering how unique each one's journey is and yet how similar feelings of disappointment, anger, fear and sadness are provoked by the hardships of life on this earth. It's so easy to be hurt here and it can be so hard to heal. I'm learning how to help people run to Jesus when they are hurting instead of away from Him. As He meets me in my hurts, fears and broken's, I am realizing more and more how much He wants to connect with each one of us in these sensitive places. My life may not look like yours, but I've probably felt what you feel in one way or another. And Jesus did too. After all, He is a man and He endured the deep pain that a human can experience when they are abused, betrayed, rejected, mocked, frustrated, angry or disappointed. He is teaching me the things that He is asking me to teach others and He is expanding my confidence in His ability and desire to care for us when we are hurting.

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