Sin Births Deep Wounds

In the moment,
it feels like love.
The hugs, the kisses, the staring deeply into each other’s eyes,
it feels like love.
Even afterwards,
laying in each other’s arms, basting in the joy of the desires of the flesh satisfied through physical acts…
it feels like love.
But the reality is…
The Spirit recognizes it as counterfeit,
as a separation from God
that leaves an unbearable emptiness on the inside
The emptiness highlights every negative feeling inside.
The insecurity, the loneliness, the faithlessness, the weaknesses, the shame, the depression…
every LIE from the enemy
that leaves an emotional and spiritual hole in the heart.
The struggle is real…
Even in the midst of it all,
He knows how we continually fall
to sin
and do exactly what we don’t want to do.
But He opens His arms and protects us anyway;
that is love.
The Grace, the mercy, the constant fight between the flesh and the spirit,
that is love.
In Every moment,
thanks be to God, for
He IS Love!

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Sundays with Stassi: A lesson in Trust

trust in HIM

I received a text message from my walk/run group coordinator 3 days ago. It simply gave a location & time to meet for our Saturday morning run, and informed us that this location on another island would be our spot every other week for the next month. She then asked for us to respond whether we were in. I read the message and simply responded, “I’m in.” It took another day before I asked about the ferry ticket price, but as you can see I didn’t ask any other questions. I showed up early and still had no idea about the route or mileage or if I needed to bring anything with me. I had on my running clothes/shoes, a 20oz water bottle, car keys, ID & cash for ferry ticket. However, most endurance runners know that you need a water refill plan, possibly Gatorade, and a source to replenish…

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Sundays with Stassi: Forbidden LOVE — The Preacher Man pt. 2


He called right after that meeting. He was nice. He was caring. He seemed to genuinely be concerned about my interests in ministry and where to place me. That conversation was completely innocent…but then it happened…he called again. It was about a week later and I was out of town on work-related business. He said he was just checking on me. He wanted to pray with me, so we started talking about me. —-Why did I move? What made me choose this church? Where do I work? Do I love my job? How much experience do I have serving in youth ministry?— We talked about a lot and I was comfortable sharing my story with him. After all, I was used to a youth pastor who was personable and easy to talk to whenever I needed to share. But this was different. There was something about his voice that mesmerized…

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Sundays with Stassi: Forbidden Love – The Preacher Man part 1

The Forbidden Love series continued…

I was in a state of spiritual insecurity, confusion, and loneliness. I felt like God had dropped me in the middle of the wilderness and left me there to “fend for myself.” So I made a decision to try. To try to find a church home, a family, a place to call my own. A place where I could reconnect spiritually, to meet new people in this new place that I was forced to call home, and to serve in ministry. So I found a place, attended it, and even joined. I knew I couldn’t just be a pew member, so I immediately signed up for the youth ministry. After all, that’s where I always felt the most comfort. My passion was ministering, encouraging, and mentoring the young people, especially teenage girls. In my previous youth ministry was where my teaching skills were improved and where my spirit man on…

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Sundays with Stassi: PEACE beyond Understanding 

Where do you find peace?

Growing up I always heard the bible verse that talks about having the Peace that Surpasses ALL understanding, but never really fully understood what it meant. After going through a few storms and figuring out how to not go crazy in the midst of those storms, that verse finally began to make sense to me. When I saw this sunset over the water, it took me to that place of peace. No other issues matter. No worries to contemplate.

When you look at this picture, where does it take you?

in Serenity,

Stassi Nicole

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Sundays with Stassi: Bday Faith Edition


What is Faith? What is Faith?

Every time you sit on the throne at my mom’s house, that picture is what stares back at you. So, you have no choice while you’re handling “business” to contemplate your life’s decisions…As I sat there a few days ago thinking about this day, the day that I turn 32 years old, I began to reflect on the current state of my life. I packed my stuff in Little Rock and moved my entire 1 bedroom apartment into my childhood room in my mom’s house in Georgia. Yes, you read that correctly!! An entire 1 bedroom apartment inside of ONE bedroom! So, you can imagine the boxes piled everywhere, the not being about to find anything, and the maneuvering around everything just to get in and out. I did not know if I would have another job, but I knew that I would not endure another year…

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