Love in LoCo

  Last week was one of those weeks where I was reminded, yet again, of how blessed I am to be in this role.   On Wednesday I attended a huddle at one of the local middle schools where I had the opportunity afterwards to invite several promising young leaders to our upcoming Leadership Camp in June as well as have some really great conversations with several students.   One such student, a seventh grade girl, was opening up to the teacher sponsor and me about her home life.   For several years she has lived in this area with her grandparents because her father has been in prison since before she was born and her mother decided she couldn’t handle raising her on her own.   I can’t imagine the heartache that this little girl has gone through at such a young age, but I am so thankful that the Lord has caused the FCA huddle at her school to thrive so that every Wednesday afternoon, she has the opportunity to come and hear about a Father who loves her more than she can imagine and who will n

He is risen!  Father, forgive me for ever taking that fact and all of the hope and joy that comes with it for granted.  Because He lives, I don’t have to fear death.  Because He lives, I live with the hope that one day, I will join my aunt, cousin, and grandmother and so many others who put their trust in Jesus and I will spend eternity singing praises to Jesus Christ our King.  Because He lives, I can face each day knowing that the same power that raised Christ from the dead lives inside of me.  That’s a really big deal!  Yesterday was such a joy-filled day.  I had the opportunity to attend church with my whole family (we normally go to three different churches in the area) and be reminded of the amazing hope we have because Jesus Christ conquered death and sin once and for all on the cross 2000 years ago.  I got to spend plenty of time outside, playing corn hole in the sunshine, eating delicious food, and watching my niece wander all over the yard gathering Easter eggs.  What a