The Jesus Gypsy

Category: writing

  • roots

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    Christine
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    And now, just as you accepted Christ Jesus as your Lord, you must continue to follow him. Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness.    Colossians 2:6-7 Scripture uses a…

  • chinese water torture

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    So last night, we were going through our nightly bedtime rituals when, much to our surprise and annoyance, our smoke detectors all started going off.  A quick, adrenaline-packed race through the house proved that no fire was burning anywhere, and yet that persistent and piercing siren continued to wail. We reacted like any nice Christian folks would;…

  • an onion, a flashlight, and a bar of soap

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      Jesus is not who you think He is. But if it is any consolation, He isn’t who I thought He was, either. The more I read about him in scripture, the more I sit and talk with him in the morning over coffee, the more I cry out to him in the middle of…

  • that time I was accidentally creepy

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    I once used salsa to try to bribe a girl into being my friend. No, this wasn’t some 4th grade will you sit with me at the lunch table kind of thing.  But it was a I think you are super cool and awesome and I would like to be your friend and I heard that…

  • a million sin-miles away (my testimony)

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    As I mentioned in my last post, I recently got to share my testimony with my new church family at Austin Ridge Bible Church.  In doing so, I realized I had never really never shared the story of how I came to faith on this blog and thought that should be remedied immediately – because the thing is…

  • good friday

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    Good Friday Who am I, that you’d suffer and die That your innocent blood would let So that I’d be redeemed and now be free To be the person I am not yet The nails that pierced your hands and feet Were my sins you chose to bear Beaten and bruised on my behalf With…

  • silver

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    Refine me as silver, Lord. Make me your own   Mold me and shape me  from your righteous throne   Jesus, my Savior, my trust is in you   To take this old sinner and make something new   Without you, I’m nothing, but with you, I’m whole   The blood that you spilled for…

  • sparkle

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    Ever since I was little, I have been a sparkle and shine kind of girl. I am not a total froo-froo, but I do love pretty, shiny things. I especially love pretty, shiny little houses.  And since our homes growing up were not exactly of the pretty, shiny variety, I developed a bit of an obsession…

  • fall

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    I wait all year long for that morning; when the world somehow shifts outside my window, and overnight, a brand new world blows in.  Some people’s favorite day is Christmas, or their birthday, or some more remarkable calendar or card-worthy day.  But my favorite day of the year is the day that I open my…

  • holes

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      there was an emptiness inside of me that hungered for sweet relief it called like a chasm, it burned like a fire from loneliness, heartache, and grief   i tried to feed it the world and its lies its theories, quick-fixes, and sin but that only fed the unrelenting flames and I’d find myself…