Pursue Your Calling, Not Your Potential. I have a blarring habit of chasing potential without a clear understanding of my calling. The key is to be fruitful, not just busy. To my dear NCFCA competitors,. To my dear NCFCA leadership, as well as parent and alumni staff,. I Thought I Knew It All. I started to realize .

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet. Once upon a time, I had a watch. It was black metal, diamond at the 12, with bright silver hands letting the whole world know that I was cool, every second of every day. This watch was not only one of my most coveted possessions, it also cost me a small fortune. I wore it everywhere and checked the time more often than necessary to be sure.

Sunday, June 14, 2015. The Lord is writing a beautiful story encompassing his plan for the world and his individual plans for each one of us. Sometimes, I get a little glimpse of one part of His story, and this one was just so good that I have to share it with you. If you have been reading my blog for any length of time, you will know that during high school I was involved in a program called Bible Quizzing. Right around this time, our church did a meal packing through Children of the Nations.

A Day at the Summit - Summit Ministries Session 6. This post was written at Summit Ministries in Manitou Springs, Colorado August 14th. The sun rose this morning on this quiet, historic hotel in Manitou Springs, CO. You would assume due to a more relaxed weekend of fun and adventure we would feel well rested and engaged. The opposite seems to have occurred. A Letter for the Unborn. This is a real letter, that I wrote and mailed to my senator and repr.

Monday, December 17, 2012. Nothing kills blogging like college. Tuesday, September 18, 2012. Sorry You get another post on how beautiful life is.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012. But I see pictures like this, and I am reminded that while the stars blow me away, the earth, the rocks cry out, exclaiming over His majesty just as much as le ciel. Thursday, November 29, 2012. You are the hand that catches my fall. You are the friend that answers my call. You are my day; You are my night. Being grateful for the .

The Musings of a Teenage Jesus Freak. The voice that makes you worry how things will go wrong soon. The voice that tells you nothing is good enough. The voice that whispers to you that no one cares. They tell you to get over it or.