June 25 is a day of fasting and prayer at Compassion International. We’re fasting and praying for the children we sponsor, for their families, for Compassion’s local staff and church partners in the developing world. We’re fasting and praying because the Global Food Crisis is devastating many of their lives. The price for rice, beans,… Continue reading Day of Fasting & Prayer
Author: Crystal Renaud
Crystal Renaud is the Founder & Executive Director of WHOLE Women Ministries whose projects include Dirty Girls Ministries and WHOLE Women’s Conference. She is also the author of Dirty Girls Come Clean (Moody Publishers), a speaker and student who lives in the Kansas City area. Follow @crystalrenaud on Twitter and visit her website for info on coaching and speaking at http://crystalrenaud.com.
Grace makes beauty out of ugly things…
most of you who read my blog know that i used to have an intense porn addiction. i have been open about it, pretty much from the beginning. you have been gracious, loving and supportive. and i know that even after what i say today, you still will be. for that, i am thankful. even… Continue reading Grace makes beauty out of ugly things…
God loves…
i copied this from Steven Bush… my thoughts are below. Fred Phelps is the man that has brought to America such things at www.godhatesfags.com & www.godhatesamerica.com & www.priestsrapeboys.com. he is a man that pastors a church in kansas. a church that is known for hate instead of love. they are the church that is seen… Continue reading God loves…
i went to prom with a girl…
as i was cleaning around my desk today, i found this picture. i was reminded of a hysterical and wonderful day in my life that i’d love to share with you… it was my senior prom. everyone was going. everyone had dates. i didn’t have a date. i didn’t want to go. so, instead of… Continue reading i went to prom with a girl…
the hug poem
i genuinely appreciate when someone else can write exactly how i feel. LISTEN HERE Bradley Hathaway, “The Hug Poem” I read about how you touched them and they were healed or even if someone just touched your cloak they were forever changed. You let a broken women bathe your feet in her tears and you… Continue reading the hug poem