The Browning Tribune

"I don't want to talk about You Like You're not in the room I want to look right at You ... You won't relent until You, have it all My heart is Yours" -Jesus Culture This past week I heard these song lyrics for the first time in a long time. I first heard these lyrics over five years ago as a freshman in high school. These were not just any lyrics though. They brought me to my knees crying out to God. I had never come to God crying; I never thought God cared about emotions. I can't even wrap my heart around all the reasons I was crying, but this was the first of many emotional encounters with Jesus.  Why is this even important? It is important to me because it was a special time I had with God and this week I learned about giving God my emotions. I learned that emotions are important and God cares about them just as much as I do. There are so many emotions and God created them all.  This week I found myself in

  Hey, friend! It is Friday and if you are reading this it means you and I have both made it through another week! Praise Jesus! Not long before I embarked on this journey across the country was I  told something very thought provoking and it goes a little like this... "If God told us what was next in life, we would not do it."   As much as I wish this was not true in my life, it really is. This has really been on my heart in the past week and probably will stay there all summer as I am on this journey. I am doing something that if you would have told me I would be doing even 3 months ago I would have never talked to you again.     As many of you may know, I am in Georgia working at WinShape camps for girls at Young Harris. Yes, you read that right I have come all the way across the country to work at an ALL girls camp. Honestly if I would have even thought about this six moths ago I would have thought it was crazy and also thought about how I have everythi

Letters are a Beautiful Thing I haven't blogged for a hot second, but today I am witting about something I have wanted to write about for a while.  There is something so special about snail mail. This is something always been passionate, but I recently ended up across the country with limited access to cell phone service. I went a while without talking to my friends and family last summer when I was at Young Life Camp in Oregon, but I was in a familiar place with familiar people. I am working for WinShape Camps for Girls at Young Harris in Georgia. This means I don't have access to my phone during the week. Some days are great, but other days the homesickness kicks in. Even though I don't have much time to talk to my friends and family on the phone, there is something so special about writing and receiving letters from someone I really care about. About a week ago I received a package from a dear friend. In that package were seven notes, one for ea