Category: Rachel Skirvin
Knowing Jesus
When I was in my senior year of Bible college at Urshan, I distinctly remember sitting in my professor’s office and weeping as I gave my presentation on Christology. I had just finished a whole semester of diving deeply into who Jesus was and is, yet to try and break it down into theological… View Article
Exposing the Wounds
I am not a nurse. I will never be a nurse. I do, however, have minimal medical experience from various missions trips and from working with children and the elderly. I have learned quite a bit from various jobs on how to care for certain types of impairments. Not long ago, I was working with an… View Article
Who God Says I Am
In my opinion, labels really should only be used for food and for pricing things at the store. Regardless of how I would like the world to work, I don’t ultimately get to make those decisions. Much to my chagrin, labels are more often than not used on people. Sometimes that can really hurt. Sometimes we… View Article
When Words Fail
As I sit here tonight contemplating what it was I was going to write about, a simple phrase bounced across the corridors of my mind. “When words fail.” My grandma is a champion at Scrabble. I have played a few games with her where she plays the strangest words I have never heard of… View Article
Lay it to Rest
My biological momma died when I was just a toddler. I did not know her well, but I do know she was kind and that she loved me more than her own life. I ran past my grief when it came to mourning her. I convinced myself that I was okay because I was so… View Article