As a child, who is still to know the difference between right from wrong, I question and argue with my imaginary guardian, who seems to listen and consoles me. But when I started listening to the world around me from the people that influenced me at home and from school, the quiet time that I spent with my imaginary guardian was disrupted. I found myself listening more to the noise of this world and entertained the lies of my disappointments. The feeling of being unloved, unwanted, and good for nothing made me feel so insignificant, worthless and shameful.

I was 7-years-old when I started fantasizing and believing lies about my identity. That I was attracted to the same sex. READ MORE 

I stand healed—365 days cancer-free! I can’t help but lift my hands in praise and thank the Lord for His mercy, His healing, and His faithfulness through it all.

In Joshua 4, after God miraculously parted the Jordan River for the Israelites, He commanded them to take twelve stones from the river and build a memorial. “These stones are to be a memorial to the people of Israel forever” (Joshua 4:7). Why? Because God wanted them to remember what He had done for them. To never forget His power, His deliverance, and His goodness.

Like those stones, my scars are a memorial. They tell a story—not of pain, but of victory.

Listen to this praise report Jeff shared at Princeton Pike Church on Sunday, September 7th.