Lately, I’ve found myself ranting internally and externally about the not so rose-colored reality of following Holy Spirit. It seemingly sounds like an epic story from afar… “Oh you’re just gonna go spend some time with an all-powerful, trans-dimensional being named Jesus for a bit. He’s gonna heal you of sickness and disease, set you free of darkness and decay, and equip you for a life of peace and joy... And then, my dear, you’re golden!” And while the above is true, it’s

I’m an avid gym-goer. I’ve been this way since I lost 100 pounds 17 years ago and then gained the inner healing, freedom, and skills needed to maintain it. Because of my experience with extreme body transformation, one of my favorite parts of the gym is watching people in the gym. I see so many different kinds. The first are those who just started. I can tell fitness is a brand-new world for them. There’s a lack of knowledge about being in a gym they carry. It’s that awkwar

My first year at the University of Alabama, Bridget and I exchanged gifts on her birthday (our birthdays are 18 days apart in September). In hilarity, but thinking the same, we both gave each other Sara Bareilles’s new album Kaleidoscope Heart. One of our favorite songs on the album, Uncharted, described so clearly how I felt about where Holy Spirit was leading me with Cultivate Life. The lyrics read: Oh, I'm going down Follow if you want, I won't just hang around Like