I don’t know why necessarily, maybe it’s because of my hardly sensitive way of talking or preaching or evangelizing, but I get called Joyce Meyer a lot. It doesn’t bother me, so don’t misunderstand this post. The woman is wise and anointed and a little bit hilarious from time to time. I don’t take offense… Continue reading I don’t want to be Joyce Meyer.
A few weeks ago, I attended a worship night that my fiancé’s band, 300 Strong, was asked to lead. I didn’t know much about the reasons it was called together, but during the service, the pastor of the church stated that it was because of the rising number of teen and pastoral suicides that he’d… Continue reading desperately wanting.