Isn’t it ironic how freedom can be as simple as a makeup less face and greasy hair? I told Johnny a couple days ago to quit playing with my mane because it was making it messy and greasy. Uh. Ok? I felt myself get insecure at a trendy store so I didn’t smile or really … Continue reading Hiding behind the face in the mirror
This is a guest post by a friend and fellow Wrecked writer, Heather Hartz. Check it out… Exciting things are happening. ________________________________ You know what it’s like, how it feels. To be inspired. To create. To live a life worth living. It’s caught up in the little things, right? It’s in jumping into the lake … Continue reading How Will You Venture Out?
“Hey Rachel, it was great meeting you today, wanted you to know, all of your stories pumped me up! Keep speaking and telling them, and as you do, Jesus is going to keep giving you new ones to tell!”- Ryan New stories. Everyone wants one of those, right? But to be honest, you know what … Continue reading I Don’t Want Your Jesus
Editor’s Note: This is Tiffany’s first post to Wrecked as a regular contributor. I hope you’re as excited as we are to get to read her writing on a regular basis. Though she’s served in dozens of nations around the world, she’s about looking like Jesus in the every day. She strives to make her … Continue reading Glory To Glory, If I Allow It
Sometimes, I think I should be a professional actor. I find myself putting on a show for God… As if he can be fooled.I clog my ears with sermons and worship songs. I journal until my hand cramps up. I go to church trying to prove myself as holy. I read books and memorize scripture. … Continue reading Confessions of a Pretender.
This is a guest post by a friend of mine, Michelle Lucio. She is a passionate Christ follower and a fellow misfit. This post resonated with me in millions of ways… Mostly because she felt at the end of her rope and the Lord blew her up… Which is the cry of my heart. _____________________________________________________________________________________ … Continue reading I Found Myself in Moore, Oklahoma
If my soul could be visually seen it would look like a dried out sponge… Shriveled up and thrown out with no intention for future use. I am at the end of my rope. I’m tired of fighting, tired of watered down surrender… tired of attempting to live for Him half-assed. Half-assed…That’s my problem. … Continue reading Confessions of a Girl at the End of Her Rope
Today, my friend is going to whoop it up with her family in preparation for baby #2. There will soon be a party, well-loved people, presents, and – most likely – popped balloons filling this joyful home. My gift is that I’m taking a book and going MIA for a few hours while the mom-in-waiting … Continue reading Wishes for baby
This is a guest post by my friend Sam Walter. His eyes for the world and for life are different than most men in their twenties. He brings it. He loves life. His passion shakes things. And, he has a great beard. Check out his blogs here. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Someone once said that beauty is in the … Continue reading What is Beauty, Anyway?
This morning I got up with the squirrels and cheered on my favorite triathlon partner as she ran a race in Manhappiness. I sped by Starbucks to get caffeine and the Sunday edition of the New York Times (a favorite splurge) and motored out to the lake sans GPS. The sun rose to my right as … Continue reading Always Plan A
