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Some say the most powerful thing you have is your story.
We are a collection of books containing continuous expositions, leading to simultaneous rising and falling action often intersecting and colliding, followed by the denouement of heart breaks and happily ever afters, all held together by a single binding easily broken if not properly cared for.
My hope is that these pages whisper to you the truths that bring forth courage, joy, inspiration, and healing.
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In 2014 my parents and I got on a plane to San Jose, Costa Rica. I thought I was going simply to enjoy the ocean waves and to celebrate the graduation of some sort of Christian thing my older brother had just completed. When we arrived at the Youth With A Mission campus I was greeted by two of the sweetest girls I have ever met. They had been anticipating my arrival and were “blessed” to meet me. Apparently, they had been praying for me.
Growing up I was taught there was a God who created the whole world and it was perfect. He created man and woman, who chose to eat from the forbidden tree of knowledge of good and evil. At this point all of mankind deserved death, but God loved His creation so He promised to make a way for us to live. He made a way by coming to earth as a human, being born of a virgin. While on earth, He was filled with the Holy Spirit of God. He never partook in evil. He healed people. He told stories. Then He took on the death we deserved. He carried His cross and laid down His life. Three days later He came back to life, overcoming all evil so that His endless love would be known in order that we could once again have relationship with Him. It was a nice concept, but to me, that’s all it was. So, why were these girls, that I had never even met before, praying for me when I had done nothing for them? Why were they “blessed” to meet me while I was none the wiser of their existence? Why did they want to be my friends? I was skeptical, but something in my heart was moved by the love they had for me.
Over the course of the week, these two girls continued to pray for me, affirm me, and shower me with gifts and notes of encouragement. Was this love what true Christianity was all about? Was this the life Jesus died to give us? They had light in their eyes, compassion in their hearts and joy in their everyday lives. I wanted that too. I wanted it all, whatever it took I was willing to give it up. I hungered for a life of passion, purpose and selfless love.
I knew after that week what I had to do. I needed to take this far out concept of Christ and allow it to transform me in a real rather than religious way. Along the road which I have chosen to travel I have lost much, but I have since gained all the more.
“The Kingdom of Heaven is like treasure hidden in a field. When a man found it, he hid it again, and then in his joy went and sold all he had and bought that field. Again the Kingdom of Heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls. When he found one of great value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it.”