Things are bad…very bad…

I am worried. I am worried for the future generations. Everyone says we need to just love and forgive and be tolerant…

We need to be ignorant, in more truthful words.

I feel that we are missing so much of who Jesus is, and so much of what God wants us to do.

Jesus is a prophet, priest, and a king. This is the Jesus I know and that i am learning to know better. He calls us out on our sin and tells us what is wrong with the world. He loves us and forgives us. He supports us through the struggle of sin. He rules over everything in our lives. Because of his steadfast love, he desires our devotion. Because of his sacrifice, he desires us to give him every part of our lives.

Yes. Love others. Good. Excellent. Great job.

You got one down.

But there is much more.

The parts we don’t like to get into because they can get messy.

We need to call them out when they sin. We need to hold each other accountable.

(Any confusion on what a sin really is: look it up.. its clearly written in the Bible..everywhere.)

Help them through the struggle, pray, supprt each other.

Don’t just let these things slide. There is too much at stake. We have to stand up for what is actually right and true and holy.

I fear that we are already becoming numb to all of this. I believe that nothing good will come of our unwillingness to do the right and holy thing.

Things are bad. They have been bad. And they are getting much, much worse.

As christians, we need to stop and re-evaluate what we’re doing. We have to stand up for the right and holy thing.

This rant isn’t completely over.


Second Decade Comforts

It’s the feeling I get when I’m between big milestones and events.

It’s the feeling I get when I learn that I have a cool gift coming in the mail.

It’s the feeling I get when I realize that I’m going to travel to a completely unfamiliar city for about five days.

It’s the feeling I get when I travel by train, or even think about traveling by train. Anywhere.

Anticipation. Anxiety.

It’s terrifyingly exciting.

This whole lot more to it than I realized as a child.


Now that my twentieth birthday is in the past, I have reached a new decade, and I have joined a new (to me) group of the generation.

The “twentysomethings.” 

This is apparently a time of discovery and starting new things and thinking about going out on my own into the world.

Ideally, at least.

This is also a very confusing and stressful time for many. Why is that?

What are we scared of out there?

Are we afraid to go it alone?

Are we afraid of failing and having to start over?

Are we afraid that we have no idea what we’re doing?

Are we afraid that we don’t know ourselves and our world as well as we thought?

I think it’s a yes to most of these for some of us.

Frankly, I’m terrified about the time after college. Excited and terrified, because I have no idea what will happen.

Will I succeed? Will I be where God wants me? Will I be moving? Will I be sticking around here for a few years?

So many questions. And no way to answer any of them. I don’t even know what the next few weeks will possibly hold.

I never seem to be able to plan far ahead for anything.

…I think that’s the beauty of learning to trust God.

That’s the beauty of learning to take His promises for our lives on faith.

We are, honestly, completely clueless, but God isn’t! 


I am currently in the midst of a very scary situation concerning the health and future of some family members, at home, and across the country. I don’t know what will happen. I’m scared, terrified more often than not.

However, I know that God is right here with me. Feeling everything I feel, and understanding exactly what I’m thinking. I find comfort in that. He knows what’s going on, and He is never going to leave our sides.

He will step in and carry us when we can’t move.


I know it’s temping to tell yourself that you are alone and no one understands.

I know it’s also tempting to tell yourself that you have to grasp onto and control everything in your life because you can’t trust anyone with it, because you’ve been hurt, you’ve been let down, and you’ve been tricked.

This is life. It’s rough. Sometimes it seems impossible. Sometimes we just don’t want to put ourselves out there.

But I have been learning recently how present God really is in our lives. He is in us. Literally in us.

Do you think He doesn’t know what it’s like? Do you think He doesn’t feel exactly what you feel?

He did it first.

And guess what?

 He would do it all over again if He had to.

And why is that?

Because He Loves.

Old Camel Knees. 9 parts.

I needed this tonight. I’ve been struggling with prayer a lot recently and I have felt stuck and confused, as well as unstable and distanced from God’s heart. Which is not where I want to be. And that’s not where God wants me either. I’ve been so distracted and consumed with my own agenda and life that I haven’t thought to be still and wait on God. Maybe the wait for God will make this waiting game in my life easier to bare. Maybe He will enable me to handle this if I simply shut up and listen.

hannah brencher.

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Part 1.

We prayed for three hours.

Three hours. That is worth repeating once more: three hours.

There is little that I do for three hours. In fact, there is currently a list— a very short list— of things I am capable of doing for three-hours blocks of time. Those things include:

Reading a good book.

Eating copious amounts of nachos.

Watching anything Bradley Cooper related.

That’s about it. It’s a pretty short list. Prayer has never made the cut.

Still, in spite of me, we prayed for three hours. This is all because I found myself stumbling into a small chapel on Saturday. It was instantly myself and four students of a ministry in Atlanta. I didn’t know a single one. Sprawled out across chairs in a small chapel, tucked in the back of a white brick building, I eyed the plain walls covered in Sharpie marker prayers.


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