Grace Upon Grace

For the past 27 years, the only thing that I have known is Christianity. I kid around when I say I feel as though I was born at the alter, but the truth be told, I sometimes that feel that way. Aside from school and sports practices, if the church doors were open, my family and I were there. The older I became, the more I pushed myself away from church. Not because I didn't want it or because it was fed to me but I simply didn't understand half of it. When I first attended Bible college in 2006, I could have gave a rat's tail about being there. I went because I was fortunate to have been blessed with a scholarship and every door that I had open in Michigan at the time was beginning to close, so I knew I was supposed to go Ohio and attend Bible College. I took every class that you could imagine relating to eschatology, the life of Christ, the book of Revelation, a study of the Psalms, in depth discussions of Old and New Testament but if you ask me now what I

I always start off by saying “I am going to write so many times this year and make sure that at least it is once a month” but it amazes me how quickly I get caught up in the busyness that I just overlook the things I consider important to me. But then that being said in itself makes me question how important that item really was in the first place, ya know? I look back to how my life has changed over the past 3 years and especially since I started writing in this blog. Three years ago I was living in Canal Winchester, Ohio. I had already applied for the company that I worked for today and I am pretty sure I already had my first interview. I had a place to live lined up, I was crazy to think that I would sell everything that I couldn’t fit into my car to move a thousand miles west away from everything that I knew and everything that I had ever experienced. Crazy? Yep. I would describe myself as crazy and radical and full of faith but most definitely crazy. If you would have aske