i search for my worth in others and determine my worth based on their actions, rather than on the action Christ took on the cross when He paid for my sins.

When we praise God, are we to only praise Him for the good? Or is it okay also to praise Him for the bad? These are questions I ask myself at 22 years old, as I sit on my bed faced with the weight of my reality. The past few months have been anything but ordinary. Work trips, fleeting love, rising temperatures, and stressful work days. It all seems to come at once, and it never seems to slow down. The beginning of the year started in a relationship I was sure would last forev

"Striving for productivity means nothing if I don't invite God in on those plans, or if I don't listen to what He instructs me to do in the first place."

"My name is Caroline and I am an artist. I don't always feel like it, but God knit me together as an artist in the womb."

As conservatives, we must do better. We cannot continue to look at young creatives and push them aside, deeming them weird, unnatural, and unwanted.

I have known for a really long time that there are toxic things in my life that I have not gotten rid of. Some of those are visual: my lack of regular exercise, my indulgence in junk food because of convenience, my lack of self-discipline when it comes to my sleep schedule. Meanwhile, some of the toxic things in my life are not so visual: my addiction to social media, the anger I carry for members of my close family, my lack of reading leading to a deterioration of my reading

God spoke to me tonight at Compassion Christian Church. He showed me a metaphor of His love. He showed me my role in the Kingdom and in His Family. Tonight I went and listened to a sermon with a friend. He preached on Matthew 6 & anxiety. I was tired towards the middle of the sermon, so I was looking for anything to keep me awake. Like always, my eyes wandered around the room, trying to engage them in this night to listen to the sermon that I already felt would touch my heart

If you ask my mother, she'll tell you the truth: I never throw anything away. Blame it on my hyperactive sense of sentiment and my overwhelming urge to connect a feeling to everything I possess, whether it's just a receipt from a coffee shop 4 years ago or a shirt that hasn't fit me since 6th grade, I hate throwing stuff away. I always see potential in things (to a fault). To me, nothing is really unsalvageable. Every piece of clothing can be worn and every piece of paper can