My mind suffers to believe the precious truths of the Gospel on these days. My vision is clouded, and no matter how bright the sun is shining, this clouded darkness follows me with its sorrow. I drag myself out of bed and into the rest of my day pleading with the Lord, “Help my unbelief!”
Jesus calls each and every person to GO. He says once we know Him, once we know the Gospel, we must share it. Wouldn’t it be selfish if I knew not only the amazing miracles Jesus did for the people when he was alive, but I didn’t tell every single person that I saw that Jesus died because He loved us?
When I came to Florence, not only had I never experienced community but I also realized I didn’t even know what a true community of believers was. As an average, southern girl, who grew up in church, my life was pretty…average. I had become complacent and didn’t know church was supposed to be more than a building.