by Bryce Bengtson | Hope For the Next Generation |
Have you ever looked through a window that has accumulated a lot of rain droplets? How about a window with rain droplets that allows you to look back at yourself? Have you ever noticed blemishes on yourself when you look back at yourself? That’s because the rain droplets seem to just take it away. Almost like it, disappears.
When you look through this kind of window it seems as if everything is fixed. Yet God doesn’t even need to look through the window because he is looking right at you. God sees you in your entirety and says you are perfect.
by Bryce Bengtson | Hope For the Next Generation |
I stared at the math problem with confusion. I knew we learned how to solve it but I was so tired I had forgotten everything. I had tried three different systems and none had matched with the possible multiple choice answers. Then I remembered how to do it. I picked my pencil back up and started writing. It didn’t take long for me to complete the problem and make sure it was correct. I turned in the quiz and walked out of class on my way to lunch.
by Bryce Bengtson | Hope For the Next Generation |
With quivering movements, I put my pencil to the page and begin the first stroke. I continued until the piece is almost complete. Then I began the shading; under the eye, the neckline, then finally the hair. The paper transformed from a blank page with a single stroke into a piece of art. Our first stroke is our first breath. Each breath we take adds to our piece of art. Just imagine, a hallway filled with incomplete canvases. Some are nearly blank while others are almost complete.
by DrMichelle | Hope For the Next Generation |
Sometimes the smallest thing can grow into something magnificent. When we are willing to grow, we can teach others how to plant seeds for God. All it takes is one to turn into a million. ~ Bryce Bengtson
by Bryce Bengtson | Hope For the Next Generation |
Pop music is everywhere; that’s what makes it pop. Pop is an interesting music genre with people on both sides of the fence and few people left teetering on the edge of the fence. I personally love pop music if not the words in them. What would happen around us if we infiltrated pop culture and flooded it with praise songs and worship that honor God and offer hope?
