| Guest post by Git from Miss’a’sippi | We’re thrilled to have our favorite small-town storyteller back on Veni, Vidi, Scripsi. Git has a knack for turning everyday mishaps into laugh-out-loud tales, all served with a side of Southern charm, self-deprecating humor, and a keen eye for the absurd. Grab a chair, settle in, andContinueContinue reading “That Time I Almost Got Skunked”
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The Moment of Surrender: A Meditation
Sometimes at church, words, music, and the quiet stirrings of the heart converge at a single intersection. This particular Sunday, as the teaching on obedience and guidance unfolded, I felt it, the invisible thread pulling through the message, drawing me into a space both ordinary and sacred. The Crossroads of Reflection Let me be clearContinueContinue reading “The Moment of Surrender: A Meditation”
When Innocence Is Held Hostage, and Hope Finds A Way
A gentle note before reading: This story touches on hardship and hope. It is written with care and respect for children who have suffered, and with faith in the healing love of Christ. Lila’s story is a composite, drawn from real cases shared with me by an advocate working directly with trafficked children. Though sheContinueContinue reading “When Innocence Is Held Hostage, and Hope Finds A Way”
Carried on the Swells: Reflections from Worship
Yesterday, I floated in the vast sea of God’s presence.No land in sight.The swells rose and fell.The waves whispered.Words failed. Prayers dissolved.The hush of the room settled over me, gentle and expectant.I was small. I was still. The crystal voices, simply instruments of praise, led through the quiet like light across the water.When we sangContinueContinue reading “Carried on the Swells: Reflections from Worship”
Hold My Hand: Grace in the Grit of Life
Disclaimer: This reflection on human struggle and hope in broken places contains gritty imagery (likely R or TV-MA). I share it because something bigger meets us in the mess, calling to believers and seekers alike. A Plea Across the Void I stumbled on Hold My Hand by UNKLE, a British band, late one night, itsContinueContinue reading “Hold My Hand: Grace in the Grit of Life”
Veni. Vidi. Scripsi. 