I talk a lot around here, about how it's been in the darkest moments of my life, when the Father has invited me deeper into His heart. The darkness, the hard places, the nights that feel they will never turn to morning, have all been invitations for me to come near, to reach for His hand, even when I can't see. And every time I have pressed into Him, reached out to Him, I've found more of Him. Yet, there is still even more to be found.
The first time I met my friend Megan, I saw it in her. A hunger, a passion to recklessly pursue the Father. She sat across from me at Starbucks and told me her story, and as we both cried, I saw a tenderness in her for the Father. She was hurting, she is still hurting, but it's been in this pain, that she has truly been moved to deeper places in the Lord.
I want to steward this space in such a way, that it gives a voice to stories like hers. Stories that look broken and full of pain on the outside, but once you peek inside, you really see a story full of beauty and life. A story of a mother grieving her baby, but of the Father intricately rewriting the story that the enemy meant for evil, turning it for good. He does that. He makes beauty rise up from the ashes. It's clearly seen in Megan's story. We're watching and believing as Monroe's life makes ripples throughout eternity, calling others to move deeper into the Father's heart. Calling us to move deeper.Read More