New layout, new name, new reason for writing…something shifted inside me, and so did my focus on what I share.

For over a year now I have been writing under the title “There is no spoon”, but since this move to Atlanta, and the shift in my focus, and change in my environment, I felt compelled that it was time to write more about what it means to be a follower of Jesus, a missionary, in the city. To share the personal struggles, doubts, and fears of what that life looks like, and all surrounding victories and failures.

It really isn’t vastly different from what I have been writing, it is now just labeled accordingly. I hope this doesn’t sway you (whoever you are) from continuing to journey with me in my pursuit of Jesus, and desire to show Him off to the world.

You can read this in the about section, but I will include the new blog description to expedite that for ya…I know, I am so kind -;)

When I began to follow Jesus I realized something…I was now part of an ancient story. One that has been unfolding for centuries, for generations, and now Jesus had invited me to peer into this unfolding mystery. How is that God becomes man, but remains God? How is that God loves man with such ferocity that He would come to earth as the Great Missionary, on the Great Rescue Mission for His children? How is it that on this mission He would live perfectly, die unjustly, and return victoriously? How is it that He, who stood before creation, with eternity in His hands, would give Himself over in an act of selfless love? Why would He subject Himself to His own creation? And how is  it that I would be chosen to be a part of this epic love story, and because of it, be invited to then share this story with the world.