Like so many of us, Kathy Scully was raised in a home that often succumbed to tension, dysfunction, and brokenness. Her parents’ actions communicated a confusing message that she was both the very best thing and the very worst thing....

Am I trusting in the promises declared to me in His word or am I placing trust in my ability to control and make sense of my world?...

With several campuses, it can be easy to miss out on stories of how God is moving and working within the local church. Read below as Chuck and Ashley Moore, community group leaders from our Pelham campus, tell the story of the Jump Start furniture closet. ...

My past, my shame, my guilt, my pain: that all too familiar voice in my head. Shame consumed me for the first half of my life. It felt, at times, like I was in a dark hole, bound in chains, unable to find my way out. That is the power of Shame....

This summer we have 25 Kairos interns working in various ministries at Grace Church. Keep reading to learn a little bit more about these guys. Visit our Kairos website for more information about internships at Grace Church....

Last week, a twenty-two year-long season of my life came to a screeching halt in the ten seconds it took me to walk across a stage, shake a hand, and receive a piece of paper declaring that I’m finished with school forever. Up until that point, my daily life revolved around the constant ebb and flow of working to hit the next deadline, to reach a certain grade, to get into the next class or school or program, or to be given another set of goals and deadlines and grades....

I have recently noticed that on the familiar drive south to my hometown in Georgia, my spirit is literally nourished by the views....

This month we have been highlighting various stories on our social media in conjunction with National Foster Care Month. We will begin to wrap up the month with a life change story from a foster parent, Carol Ann Denyer, a single woman at our Downtown Campus (video below) and ways you can serve foster families. ...

Peace. It seems to be a word often thrown around yet rarely sought after or attained. What is peace anyway?...

When I was young there was a popular commercial about razors on TV. It featured men and women going about their usual way of daily shaving, when all of a sudden— Gotcha! —the razor would cut them, and they would wince in visible, marked pain....

I just returned from a place that has the longest blackout in US history. Can you guess where that is? Puerto Rico, where many citizens have been without power for over seven months, since Hurricane Maria hit last fall....

When I was young, I was the “peacemaker” among my friends. It was a constant obsession of mine to make sure I was at peace with everyone and everyone with each other. I hated for there to be any conflict or for anyone to be mad at me, and I wanted to make sure that I was always on good terms with all my friends....

When I started coming to Grace Church a few years ago, I had no idea what the Lord had in store for me and the lessons He would teach me. One of the most incredible blessings was the opportunity to work through the Redeeming Sexuality study with the amazing group of women I served alongside at Cultor House....

That Saturday was one of those days where I questioned everything. It was an introvert day I needed, but the scary kind where I didn’t want to be alone and also didn’t want to be with anyone....

Growing up, I fell into the classic “good girl” category—a homegrown church-girl who followed the rules and dotted her i’s and crossed her t’s and never got in too much trouble....

When I was in third grade, I played softball for one year. I’m not sure why I wanted to play, but my team did not win a single game—so I decided softball wasn’t worth it and I quit. I decided if I wasn’t winning, it wasn’t worth playing....

I never feel like I fit anywhere. At best, I feel mildly out of place, but most of the time I feel like I am nothing—like I am the odd woman out. Let’s face it: I am socially awkward on my best day. ...

It’s that time of year again. The spring pollen has covered everything in sight, bees are humming about, and the sun is burning my sweater-free arms as I sit outside with my child. I’m holding a giant book, and we are cramming for end-of-year testing. ...

One of the really amazing things about being a part of a thriving local church is that I get to know and be known by people who are incredible examples of what it means to follow Jesus. ...

“If others have reason for confidence in their own efforts, I have even more! … but now I consider [my efforts] worthless because of what Christ has done.” Philippians 3:4,7...

What comes to mind when you think of hospitality? A fabulous fancy hotel, a wonderful restaurant? Caring for people? Maybe a degree you can get in college?...

As a child, the first songs that I remember singing at church are “Jesus Loves Me” and “Jesus Loves the Little Children.” Each week in Sunday School, we would stand in a straight line and sing those two songs. Then the teacher would remind us how much Jesus loved us....

When I was growing up I was afraid of everything. If I stubbed my toe on the coffee table, I thought I’d get a blood clot which would undoubtedly kill me. I was afraid I’d get mauled by a bear in the woods, even if my dad was with me. I always rode a bike with a helmet unlike my daredevil cousins....

The heart change began as I was having a conversation with a friend about her struggles with body image and views on food and exercise. She felt the need to confess something to me, and I was there—a shoulder to lean on, an ear to listen, a non-judgmental space for confession....

Saturday evening, when the Sabbath ended, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome went out and purchased burial spices so they could anoint Jesus’ body. Very early on Sunday morning, just at sunrise, they went to the tomb. On the way they were asking each other, “Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb?” But as they arrived, they looked up and saw that the stone, which was very large, had already been rolled aside....

Judas, the betrayer, knew this place, because Jesus had often gone there with his disciples. The leading priests and Pharisees had given Judas a contingent of Roman soldiers and Temple guards to accompany him. Now with blazing torches, lanterns, and weapons, they arrived at the olive grove. Jesus fully realized all that was going to happen to him, so he stepped forward to meet them. “Who are you looking for?” he asked....