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The Message in the Storm Pt. 5: Fear and Faith in the Storm

Today’s passage has me laughing every time I read it: That day, at evening, Jesus said to his followers, “Come with me across the lake.” So they left the crowd behind and went with Jesus in the boat he was already in. There were also other boats that went with them. A very bad wind came up on the lake. The waves were coming over the sides and into the boat, and it was almost full of water. Jesus was inside the boat, sleeping with his head on a pillow. (Mark 4:35-38) I can’t even begin to imagine how pissed I’d be if I’d followed Jesus onto that boat, leaving the safe shore and crowds behind, and rowing straight into a storm while he slept comfortably on a pillow down below.  But then again, maybe not. Because isn’t that what we’re supposed to do as Christians? Leave the status quo and comfort of…

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The Message in the Storm Pt. 4: God’s Heart in the Storm

Have you ever doubted that God cares? I definitely have. It’s like you know He’s there, and He’s all-powerful, you just doubt He’s as concerned about what you’re going through as you are. The break up. The loss of a family member or a friend. An unemployment situation. An empty bank account. We know He’s all-knowing, but somehow He seems ridiculously absent and uncaring in those situations. We ask, if you really cared so much, why did you let this happen? Why put me through this? Why let me follow you all this while and still allow me to have to endure this? In our minds and our hearts, we see God as removed from our problems while they’re actually happening- As someone who either comes in to save the day, or not. Sometimes it’s hard to fathom in our storms that God is moved by what we’re going through-…

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The Message in the Storm Pt 3: Trust and Obedience in the Storm

I should mention that one of the things that ‘freaks me out’ (for lack of better words lol) about being a Christian is my knowledge of God’s fondness of allowing people to be taken on roller coaster rides in their lives to prove some point/cause you to grow/reveal something in you (cc Job). I was at Six Flags last month, and I can tell you for a fact that I’m not a fan of roller coaster rides- or in this case, storms. No one is. We are in such a hurry to get out of them. And that’s why trust and obedience are so important when facing them. You not only have to trust God’s purpose in the storm even though you can’t see it, and trust in His ability to deliver you from it, but you have to obey His words too. Even when they don’t make much sense…

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The Message in the Storm Part 2: Knowing Your Identity in the Storm

We’ve been discussing the concept of identity with the student ministry in my church. For middle and high schoolers it’s an important topic given all the social pressures kids experience these days. But as I was thinking about this series yesterday, I thought about identity and how it’s important to know who you are no matter what age you are. We all face external pressures that cause us to question- and even to compromise- our identities. And so I thought today would be a good day to talk about that. So before we step into today’s storm, what is identity? One of my students defined it as ‘what makes you You, and not someone else’. My bestie, Google, defines it as ’the fact of being who or what a person or thing is’ or ’a close similarity or affinity’, where affinity is defined as ’a similarity of characteristics suggesting a…

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The Message in the Storm Part 1: Understanding the Storm

Let’s talk about Lazarus. I know, I know. We’ve heard this story a million times. Man dies. Jesus resurrects him. Hurray! The end. But haven’t you ever wondered, why did Lazarus even have to die in the first place? Let’s take a closer look at the story- The TBE version (Told By Eudora lol): The Bible account of Lazarus’ death didn’t begin with Lazarus actually being dead. Lazarus was sick. And gravely so. So Mary and Martha, his sisters, sent word to Jesus saying “Jesus, the one you love (Lazarus) is very sick”. Now a little background here: Lazarus was Jesus’ homeboy. I’m not sure of the details, maybe they’d built some chairs together, I don’t know lol. I’m no theologian. But we do know that Jesus loved this man, and his sisters (this was the same Mary who wiped Jesus’ feet with her hair… you can’t NOT love someone…

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How did you let some people go from your life?

I could tell you it was an easy process, but I’d be lying. There’s something ridiculously hard about letting go of everything you thought you had- because even when it really is nothing substantial, it feels like you’re letting go of your world. And essentially you are. But understand that it’s a process. It isn’t a one day thing. You’ll walk out of a relationship, the person will try to walk back in- and you’ll have to be able to preempt that and take steps back. I’ve found that when God is teaching you things like letting go, He doesn’t just leave you to it- teaching is a process. You will fail and have to retake some of those letting go tests. But like any test, you’ll get better at it. You’ll better be able recognize the right kind of person for your life each time you choose the ‘wrong’…

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How did you end up losing soo much weight?

First of all, God is good LOL Secondly, I fell in love with exercise and clean eating. I work out at least an hour, at least 5 days a week (Except this week because I’m on a break because my workouts have been sluggish and my body needs to rest and recuperate.) But I’d say it’s true when they say it’s 70% diet. I used to exercise like a mule and still not see results. Now I don’t go as hard, eat much better, and the weight came off.

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Musings of A Single Ghanaian Woman In Her Mid-Twenties

As I sit here sipping my usual morning brew of hot lemon water with ginger, praying it’s miraculously imbibed with the same effects as coffee, it dawns on me that I’ll be 25 in just over 3 months. 25. That dreaded point of no return. When you’re young enough to still be single and figuring life out, but old enough to care that you ARE single and haven’t gotten it all figured out yet. And soon others around you start to care too. And 25 is that number for ME. Maybe it was 18 for you, I dunno. I guess it really all depends on where and how you’re raised. There’s something about heading into your late 20s as a Ghanaian woman that causes people to start to expect things from and of you- but not career-wise- they don’t really seem to have a past-due date for that as a…

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