Coming At Ya From The DIrty South . . .

So, I find myself typing this in the ATL; no snow on the ground, able to wear just a hoodie, and enjoying the fam. I feel as though I have so much to write about, but just haven't had the time to sit down and blog about things as of late.

Back in the Quip the Lord continues to teach me and challenge me daily about His character. I mentioned in my last blog about asking myself the simple question, "What would Jesus do" in this particular situation or that particular situation. On a much, much deeper level than ever before, Jesus has taught me about His compassion, His love, His patience, His Holiness, His forgiveness, His pursuit, His heart . . . I could go on and on. My friend and I were talking the other day how living in the Quip opens your eyes more than you could ever imagine in regards to literally seeing the difference between our Savior and us. Immediate conviction. Now, I know you're probably saying, "Steph, I don't need to move to the Quip to see the difference between God and me." I understand that. I am just trying to make the point that I am so very thankful for the vast and obvious difference between Jesus and myself.

Last Thursday during our youth group, we found ourselves in small groups worshipping God. One by one you would hear the voices of our youth speak aloud who God was to them; "provider, healer, perfect, forgiving, holy, loving . . . " This time of worship without a doubt pierced my soul. Too often we forget to take the time to sit and worship God for who He is to us.

During this Christmas season and beyond I encourage you to sit at the foot of the cross and worship the Lord. That may look different for everyone; writing a letter, singing, speaking, journaling, ect. We often say in the Quip that worshipping the Lord is the very beginning of coming back into the arms of our Savior.

Love deeply.