It's a funny, painful, and beautiful thing that we never stop growing, never stop learning, and always and forever need Jesus.
I really don't know how people survive in this town without Him.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Mew.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Freaked Me Out..
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
With Love From England

T-minus 5 days and counting....
For those of you that do not know, I am currently in preparation to leave for London this coming Sunday. The obstacles and events that have been overcome for me to even be going on this trip are nothing short of God sent. Starting on August 16th, Reality LA will be sending a team of 50 to London, England to do nothing else but pray, pray, and PRAY! Pray for the city, pray for the people, pray for the warfare, pray for the spiritual/emotional condition, pray pray pray pray.
Seeing as how this blog belongs to me, I feel as if I can be brutally honest...
Although, YES, I am SO excited to be going, there is also a healthy dose of fear that accompanies that excitement. Because of the spiritual warfare that our team has already experienced while still being in the states, it is now, more that ever, obvious that we are NOT wanted over there by the enemy. From everything from illnesses, to bike injuries, to teeth being knocked out, to car accidents, to emotional conditions, to finances, we are all being stretched to our limits right now.
Cue your entry...
If you all can come alongside our team and pray for us while we are over there, we would GREATLY GREATLY appreciate it. A select few of us from each team will also be blogging on a daily basis over there so you guys at home can track what is going down in London Town. Once I have more information on that Ill be sure and post it.
In the mean time...
PRAY!!!
and feel free to check out these other blogs:
www.withlovefromengland.tumblr.com
www.realitylondon.blogspot.com
www.realitylondon.co.uk
www.prayforlondon.blogspot.com
Cheerio!
Brie
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Glory Land
She called it Glory Land in her mind. As she drew in a deep, lasting, breath of the Indian Summer, she could practically taste the day's golden hour. It was her favorite time of day, and it tasted like freedom. The meadow's tall grass tickled the backs of her knees, and she reached down from time to time, absently swatting it away. The clearing had become her own personal sanctuary, the one place she met Him most. The sun kissed her shoulders, and a delighted glee escaped her lips. She stooped down, bending the sunflowers at their stem in order to make a bed for herself. On her back, arms behind her head, she made His face in the clouds. And just as she closed her eyes to take it all in one more time before her mom called her in for dinner, she saw him, and he was beautiful; more beautiful than she could have imagined.

Sunday, July 5, 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)



