Statistics are bleak about changing course spiritually as an adult. Twenty years ago, nine of ten people who identified as having made a personal commitment to Jesus that remains relevant today did so as a child. A decade ago, I would have included myself in…
If the past decade-plus has taught me anything, it’s that I must not shy from hard truths. It’s my actual state – the way God sees me and not the gospel according to Kelli anymore. The truth is God wanted to shed light on my…
Thanks from Kelli Journal entry by Kelli Walker – Jul 10, 2014 “For you, Lord, have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling that I may walk before the Lord in the land of the living.” Psalm 16:8–9 Dear…
White knuckles reached for the seatback. I arose and moved forward with a broken heart. No particular words, no pomp or circumstance, only a Holy Spirit inspired motivation from genuine desperation and need. Psalm 51:17 – NLT God had been patiently waiting for me. His…
The small billboard sign in the parking lot read, “Turn on your headlights if you are a first-time visitor.” “Oh no, we are not doing that,” I told my husband in no uncertain terms. Not an unusual reaction for me at the time. This church…
I’ve attempted to transform myself many times over. A new wardrobe, a new hairstyle, or a new career even. Yes, I’ve done many things to reinvent myself. But as a young person, physical appearance was so important to me that it cemented an unhealthy and…
I hate this. Despite all the triumphs in medical advancement, here we are. An oxygen concentrator hums with white noise as hymns play in the background, all I can do is watch. It’s out of my hands. I really really hate this – watching the…
Flipping the “On” switch, I was thrilled to be physically able to do such a simple task again. A few short months earlier, it would not have been possible. But I was getting physically stronger, so what I once considered a chore looked like a…
Driving through the Flint Hills yesterday, I noticed a soaring bird floating over the top of us. Curious, “Is that an eagle? Humm, no white head, probably not,” I commented to my husband. Interesting timing provided the reason for the route through the breath-taking cattle-strewn…
Unable to move a muscle because they didn’t have strength. Tethered to cords and catheters, beeps and buzzers, a plethora of monitoring devices to track my every breath, heartbeat, and bodily system. This was helplessness I’d never experienced before. I was utterly subdued. Psalm 116:6…
