The Journey Home

The Journey Home

Don’t allow Satan to deceive you into believing your final destination is debatable. God is WITH you. Welcome Jesus as Lord of your life and enjoy the adventure! Please share with a friend who may need this reminder.
The Conversation We’re Scared To Start

The Conversation We’re Scared To Start

It was January 3rd, 2009 that my daddy put a gun to his heart and pulled the trigger. It was January 3rd, 2009 that suicide shot its way into my vocabulary. That doubt, confusion and despair began to dance through my days. That grief growled through my words and...
A Glimpse Into the Sole [VIDEO]

A Glimpse Into the Sole [VIDEO]

Though I’m long overdue in sharing, I owe a special ‘thank you’ to my friend Melissa Blair for pulling together this beautiful glimpse into our time with Sole Hope Ministries in Uganda, Africa. I pray this montage stirs your heart to learn more about...
“My King is the King of your king”

“My King is the King of your king”

  “My King is the King of your king” By: Mo Isom, 2011   My King is the King of your king, my King gave your king life. My hope hopes that your hope will learn to hope, in all that is True and Right.   My faith has faith that you’ll...
Everything We Forget To Remember

Everything We Forget To Remember

Sometimes–amidst the craziness, the busyness, the suffering and the success–life is very simple. As simple as sitting down. As simple as looking into the eyes of the person in front of you. As simple as being present in the moment. Fully present. Alive and...
When Our Sin Mirrors Their Strife

When Our Sin Mirrors Their Strife

The roads our bulking Sole Hope vans clamored down were paved with far more footprints than tire tracks. And the expressions that danced across the faces of the residents confirmed just thatā€”we were not common guests. And we were certainly not visiting for a common...
Let the Journey Begin

Let the Journey Begin

She welcomed me back just as I’d left her. Her warm scent spun its way through my hair and wove through my clothing–drawing me back into her arms. Evoking a simple surrender that, my second time around, was much easier to give. She’s the type that...