That Crazy Pentecostal Girl

     We are never promised tomorrow, but I'm sure most of assume or at least plan as if tomorrow will happen inevitably. I don't mean to be morbid. I'm just saying death is never planned. I've realized that more recently than ever. I've personally only had one person super close to me die. That was my Great Grandpa. I've seen death my whole life, but never really experienced the pain. Still haven't really, but lately I've just seen more death than I wanted to. More children dying, which breaks my heart, but one really struck a cord in my soul and I can't get it off my mind.     I personally didn't even know the young man. He was 19 and got an accident on his way to church. People whom I'm close with knew him well and his life has touched so many. I was awestruck by the amount of people who posted about him and what they posted. Also, the amount of people that attended his viewing and funeral. It was something like 4,000 and a quarter of that...

I am flawed. Imperfect. Rough around the edges. Jeremiah 18 tells a story of man. He was a potter. God told Jeremiah to pay him a visit.  When he did he found him molding a piece of clay on a wheel. While molding this clay, the clay messed up if you will. It fell apart in his hands.  But rather then throw that clay out and start with new, he picked up that same piece of clay and continued molding until he created a masterpiece.  God told Jeremiah "If this man can do this with a piece of clay, what more I can I do with you? You are but clay in my hands. You just have to be willing." Now, I've been in church my whole life.  Like any teenager I had a "rebellious" stage. If you want it to call it that haha but majority of my life I have lived wholeheartedly for God.  In that time I have learned that I have much to learn, much to grow. Just when I think I have it all together I'm reminded I need to work on something else. Fr...

Once upon a time in far away land lived a little girl who loved Jesus. She was always taught to love Jesus, but as time went on she had to find out who he was for herself and decide if she was going to live for Him or for this world. She decided, after many mistakes and wrong paths, that she would live for God and God alone.  It wasn't always easy. Many people did not approve of her decision, but then again there were many people who were very proud of her.  She went on to follow after Christ even in her career and attended Bible College, but even there she dealt with the devil and his evil ways. He did everything he could to bring her down in high school and in college, but God had other plans for this young girl. She was a child of the King and destined to do great things. Although she did not know this for sure she believed she was called and held strong and by much prayer and a fasting she did.  She is not where she is going, but she is far from where she came ...

I grew up in Belleville, IL. It's a fairly decent sized town right outside St. Louis.  Growing up I was raised in a pretty strict religious family. I was raised Apostolic Pentecostal.  I loved it. My parents scrapped the bottom of the barrel and sacrificed so much for me and my sisters to attend a private Pentecostal school. They made sure we were at church every Sunday, Sunday night and Wednesday night. We prayed before every meal and every night before bed. My mother and father were Sunday school teachers, my mom was the Ladies Auxiliary leader and my dad led worship and preached. Our life revolved around God. Then one day my parents got the bright idea to move to Florida. All was fine and well for a short while, but slowly they began to abandon the way of the Lord and follow after the things of this world.  I was 13 when this happened. From that moment on I tried my best to be a witness to them and continued to pray for them, but th...

I recently moved to Arkansas and it has very evidently come to my attention that there are a ton of Christians here. Many of which are Pentecostal, which is awesome. There are also a lot of Church of God people, which I have nothing against, but every time I run into one, which tends to happen more often then you would think, they all seem to question why I would go to one of them Pentecostal churches. They then begin to explain that they believe everything we do minus the standards, which they seem to have strong feelings against. In these situations I'm always drawn a blank even though I know exactly what to say. So here is my refute to that argument. I've been to both Pentecostal churches and a Church of God. For about a year or so I attended this "Church of God" Church, which at the time I loved. They believed everything my old church believed. Acts 2:38 Repent, be baptized in Jesus Name, and receiving the Holy Ghost, speaking in tongues, miracles and healings...

  Every Year you say the same thing. This year will be different. This year I will “eat healthier”, “exercise more”, “spend less money”, “travel more”, “spend more time with family”… etc. etc. And like clockwork every year you fail about 15 to 20 days into it. Like all of us hopelessly optimistic Americans, I too found myself making New Year’s resolutions. Like most individuals I want to shed a few pounds and save a little more money and like most Christians I want to fight the flesh this year and finally read the bible all the way through, but at what point does it become less important and our when do our so eager selves become less eager and really, what I want to know is how to overcome my flesh and actually follow through with my new year’s resolutions? How do my resolutions become reality? Well funny you should ask because I found the answer… The answer to overcoming the flesh is in His Word! Yes I am dead serious.   I know you’ve he...