Courageous Together...
When I was about 14 years of age, I remember standing in front of my high school, with my Dad, hoping and praying that someone else would show up. I figured if just one showed up, it would be a reminder that I wasn’t alone in my school, that I wasn't the only one attempting to figure out what faith looks like in the 9th grade, and I would feel a little less of an outcast that day. That day, no one showed up. As I stood there with my Dad, praying for my school, my classmates, and my teachers, I was reminded of two things. One…sometimes God asks us to be courageous and it can be really uncomfortable. And two…being courageous together paints an unbelievable picture of the hope of Jesus. This morning I pulled up in front of the house of one of our teens at a ridiculously early hour. As he and three others loaded into the car with my family, we ventured to their high school to stand together around their flagpole to pray for their school, their classmates, their teachers