On Spiritual Gifts

On Spiritual Gifts

For years, I buried my gift. Like the man in Matthew 25, I took what God had given me and hid it out of fear. Admitting this feels a bit shameful, because I have seen the fruit of spending the gift in Jesus’ name. I’ve gathered up words and prayed and shipped them out into the world expectant and hopeful that God can, and would use them as He found worthy so to do. But it wasn’t always this way.

Choosing Strength

Choosing Strength

Looking around the room, I desperately tried to quell the panic rising up in my throat. There were piles everywhere! I felt so overwhelmed. The truth that had been nudging me for a few days, now pierced through my brain fog with a question, “Katie, how would you tell your interns to view this situation?”…

The End.

The End.