Author: Kristen Mudrack

To You, Wherever You Are Today

Walking down the street, I see people hurting. Of course, I do see people who are incredibly and indescribably happy. But also, I see people putting on a smile even though their heart is breaking. I see people who are in trouble. I see people searching for something. I see people who need a word of encouragement today. Maybe you’re one of those people I passed on the street this morning (figuratively, of course) and you need to hear you are not alone. You are not the only one who is struggling. You are not the only one hurting. You are not the only one smiling through tears. You are not the only one who needs Jesus. May these words encourage you today, wherever you may be walking, whatever your circumstances, and whenever you may be feeling these emotions. To the weary and overwhelmed, you are not alone. It may seem like there is no end to this tunnel right now. It probably seems like your world is crashing down around you and nothing is ever going to change. Rest assured, you are not alone. Christ has offered us rest in Him. Take your cares to Him, lay your burdens at His feet.  He will care for you in this time of need, even though it may not be what you are expecting. When you are overwhelmed, run to Jesus. His perfect peace will...

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When Your Walls Fall Down, This is Where the Healing Begins

When you were a kid, did you build towers with the big cardboard blocks?  Maybe you built the highest tower possible, or maybe you were the kid that ran around knocking down everyone else’s towers. When I was a kid, I liked to build walls around myself.  Enclose myself in so that the walls were all around me.  And I’ve done the same thing with my life. Maybe, like me, you’ve built walls around your life.  You convince yourself that they keep your heart safe.  You convince yourself that the higher your walls, the safer you are.  You convince yourself that the thicker your walls, the less people can see of the real you, and that’s a good thing.  Because if they were really to see your sin, your hurt, your brokenness, your pain – they wouldn’t want to know you.  They’d run in the other direction.  I used to think that my walls were my security, my protection from the world, from the hurt.  That if I had higher, thicker walls, no one could see the real me: the ugly, torn, and worn girl who does not see herself as beautiful; the girl who struggles with feelings of worth and inadequacy; the girl with the life-shortening illness; the girl who is alone; the hurt, broken, sinner in desperate need of a Savior.  When we build up our walls, we...

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Sharing Your Testimony Is Easier When You Realize It Isn’t About You

Sharing your testimony is a phrase that we throw around a lot in Christian circles.  For a long time, I didn’t think that I had a testimony.  When people shared their testimonies at summer camp, retreats, or from the pulpit, they were always testimonies that were so heart-breaking yet so powerful and moving that they spoke of a great God.  I didn’t think there was any way that I could measure up to that.  It was at a Christian summer camp in middle school that started to change my mind. Our group traveled into the city to a park, where we were asked to share our testimony with some inner city kids.    The guy before me pulled out one of those perfect testimonies that left my heart in pieces on the floor and my hands raised to our eternal God.    His story: being misdiagnosed at birth with the very disease that I have.  Well, that put my “testimony” in the trash.  I took the paper out of my pocket and ripped it up.  I don’t remember what I said.  The one thing I remember is that I told them that I had Cystic Fibrosis (CF).  I’m pretty sure I started crying at that point and sat down.    But I still was convinced that other people’s testimonies were better than my nonexistent one.    It wasn’t until my...

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