Call me your spiritual aunty, the one who you can trust with the hard conversations. I am your encourager, helping you remember what is true and trustworthy.
I walk and keep walking. Cheer and keep cheering. You see, I believe that you are hand-crafted by God for a life that is rich and vibrant and filled with stories. That’s why I invest, and dive deep to remind you of how beautifully you are formed.
Consider our time together an ongoing conversation about life and love and what a powerful thing it is to be fully human, and also fully the image and likeness of our Creator. I cherish most the stories that I witness being written in the lives of women like you and me – women who reveal the power to restore the breaches around them. God holds the pen in those stories. He delights in those stories.
He delights in you.
I share those stories with you—because those stories will be your story too, and I can’t wait to celebrate your story with the world.
I offer hope for you, my purpose-weary warrior, and help you see God’s absolute delight in your design. I am a mouthpiece of celebration for women. Redemption is our theme.
We live in a time of unprecedented change when it comes to women's lives. All around the world, women are demanding the safety, respect, and opportunities they have always deserved but seldom grasped. Have you ever stopped to wonder, "Where do I fit into this story?"
This limited-edition book comes complete with a handwritten personalized message from Ronne, this is the perfect gift of encouragement for someone you love—or for yourself.
We live in a time of unprecedented change when it comes to women’s lives. All around the world, women are demanding the safety, respect, and opportunities they have always deserved but seldom grasped. Have you ever stopped to wonder, “Where do I fit into this story?”
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Day 45: On ancient streets. We walked beside the ruins on the way to the mercado, the ashen air still heavy with the reminder that volcanoes were the volatile and unwelcoming sentries around the village. On the sidewalks, they were scattered about like dolls. The lame, the blind, the poor. Mysterious in ...
least is greatest
last is first
give is more than receive
lose is more than save
lambs are stronger than lions
words are stronger than weapons
water becomes wine
weakness becomes strength
death becomes life
love confounds hate
the smallest flicker of light shatters darkness