Encourage, Equip, Empower

Each month our very own amazing writers from South Texas publish a series of blog posts written with you in mind. Our desire is to encourage, equip, and empower you through stories, experiences, and insights from our writers and from God’s Word.

  • Drawing from the Well: Sharing Kindness with Others

    February is known as the month of love. We celebrate Valentine’s Day and Galentine’s with our gal pals. There’s even a day to show love to our pets. Not only that but February is American Heart month. Do you see where I’m going with this? But perhaps you didn’t know there’s another national day in…


  • Joy Beyond Understanding

    “ But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.” Galatians 5:22-23 Summertime in the South is not for the faint of heart. Temperatures that soar to unbearable heights, iced tea that can’t seem to stay iced, and leather car interior that is torture whenever you get in…


  • Peace in a Wild Workplace

     I do not work in a church.  I am involved in ministry full-time, but I also work a secular job to provide for my family.  I don’t care where you work, whether it be in a church or out; if you work with people, it can be difficult.   Feeling called to ministry, I have asked…


  • Joy Beyond Understanding

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    “ But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.” Galatians 5:22-23

    Summertime in the South is not for the faint of heart. Temperatures that soar to unbearable heights, iced tea that can’t seem to stay iced, and leather car interior that is torture whenever you get in or out of a car. However, one of the sweetest parts of summer is the abundance of fresh produce. Ripe tomatoes fresh off the vine, red apples cold from the crisper drawer, and sweet sun warmed peaches. Can you tell I grew up in a small town? 

    I always enjoyed learning about the fruits of the spirit in Sunday School because it was almost always accompanied by tangible representations for all the kids to enjoy. I can still sing the song we were taught to help us memorize this scripture and remember eating grapes and bananas and sour pineapple comparing them all to the nonedible but still very real fruits of the Spirit.

    I always thought these fruits were like the ones from the market. You just pick and choose which one looks the most appetizing and you’re all set. But God in His infinite wisdom has different plans for us. In my three decades, and some change, on this earth I have realized that when praying for love we are given opportunities to love not necessarily easy people to love. When we pray for peace, we are not gifted with easy circumstances, but tumultuous times in which we can rest our eyes on the Prince of Peace. And so, in joy it is the same.  

    Joy is a spiritual gladness that is placed deep in the presence of God. My friends who do not walk with Jesus or have a relationship with God at all are often puzzled by my and other Christian’s ability to praise the Lord and be joyful even amidst grief and unmet expectations. The spiritual gift of joy can be one of the most puzzling to witness and a powerful testimony in and of itself. 

    Joy is consistent and surges beyond the temporary and is wreathed in the eternal. Joy is not conditioned on circumstances or fleeting when our emotions transform. No one, not even mature Christians, are exempt from emotional extremes. When asked, “How do I manifest joy? Where does peace that surpasses understanding come from? How can I trust God after all that I have been through?” These are not questions from an unbeliever but from sisters in Christ who have lived heartbreaking testimonies and are still trying to seek the face of God. If you have similar questions, beloved, you are in good company. Having the faith to ask such things means you are closer to the hand of God than you think. The beautiful thing about being close to the hand of God, is that it is outstretched to us and He will never leave or forsake us in our adventures on this earth.  (Hebrews 13:5)

     The difference I have come to observe is that spiritual dependence begets spiritual maturity and spiritual maturity begets fruits of the Spirit. Dependence is a daily, no wait, an hourly or perhaps a minute-by-minute glance to God. The more comfortable we are relying on God the more we see the gifts and fruits of His love in our lives. 

    The new testament was mostly written in ancient Greek and the word used for joy in this passage is related to the Greek word for grace. This shows us that it is by the grace of God that we are gifted and blessed with the various fruits of the Spirit. It is who we say God is and how we show the world He is the One that reveals His blessings to those around us. 

    I have always been called happy. People in my life would call me “blessedly ignorant” to be in the world and as happy as I am. What they, and I truthfully, couldn’t see was God paving the way for me to see past what sin has done to God’s creation and still see God and know what many call happiness. My “blessed ignorance” came to an end when I buried my first child. I saw what sin had done to this world and felt how the fall of man affected me and I didn’t hesitate. Just like a child calling to a parent, I lifted my tear-stained voice and cried out to God. He heard me and He answered me.

    After the initial shock and heaviness of grief wore off, I remember washing dishes and praying. Through my prayerful ramblings I began to worship. I lifted my voice and I sang the song that just weeks prior had been played at my daughters’ funeral. “Then sings my soul my savior God to thee. How great thou art. And when I think that God, His son not sparing…” On and on I worshiped and begged God to transform my heart and this tragedy for His kingdom.

    It has been through the death of my firstborn that I realized everyone was wrong about me. I am not happy, but I am blessed with joy. My family and friends will tell you that my emotions are as fickly and human as can be, but my joy is divine. In every single circumstance I can see the hand of God weaving and creating beauty within and through tragedy and sorrow. Joy is not always well received, and I honestly bear the burden of it gratefully. 

    Let us see God and his hand upon lives first. Truly, may we be transformed by His love, His joy, His peace, His patience, His kindness, His goodness, His faithfulness, His gentleness, and His self-control. May we seek His kingdom first and let the Holy Spirit in wisdom and grace grant us what God holds for us. 

    MaKenzie V.


  • Peace in a Wild Workplace

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     I do not work in a church.  I am involved in ministry full-time, but I also work a secular job to provide for my family.  I don’t care where you work, whether it be in a church or out; if you work with people, it can be difficult.  

    Feeling called to ministry, I have asked God to deliver me from my secular jobs many times in the past.  I’m sure many of you can relate.

    For a little history, in my adult life, I have worked in retail, child care, job-site safety, management, custodial services, hospitality, social work, and education.  I have had careers, and I have had times when I had several part-time jobs to make ends meet.

    I say all of this to emphasize that no matter what the working situation I feel for you, except for food service.  I’ve never done that, but you guys are my heroes.  I never had the courage it takes to wait tables.

    If you absolutely love your job and never experience conflict or difficulty there, that is amazing, and I am so happy for you, but this particular blog may not resonate with you.

    I want to address those who have known long nights crying out to God to deliver you from a situation that, though it meets a need, is a source of stress and distress in your life. 

    As my heart has struggled lately with a similar unrest, God brought me to the book of Job.  HAHA  I do not compare my job situation with the sufferings of Job, by the way.  This is just where God led me for some clarity.  I have struggled with the book of Job through the years.  Sometimes, when I read parts of the Bible, I find myself going to the Lord and asking Him to help me understand why He responded in certain ways and did things the way He did.  I read the Bible from the human perspective of “what if that were me.”  How would I want God to show up if I were walking through a wilderness, running for my life, or grieving the loss of all that I held dear while my health painfully faded away?  I sometimes find myself struggling with what feels like harshness in God’s replies.  I hope that does not reveal me to be a bad Christian, but I want to be honest about how I’ve struggled in case someone else is in the same place.

    God’s reply to Job lasts for almost 4 chapters at the end of the book of Job.  For a little summary, Job starts the book as a rich and powerful man with friends, family, and all the comforts of an affluent life, and within the first two chapters, he loses it ALL.  His riches are stolen, his children killed, his property destroyed, and his health painfully failing.  He tries to maintain his belief in God’s goodness through it all, even with his friends and even his wife telling Him to accept that God has abandoned him.  In all of this, he understandably begins to question God.  

    God’s reply at the end of the book is four chapters in which He reminds Job that He sees and understands things Job cannot and that His wisdom is perfect, even in Job’s situation.  I do not know about you, but if I were Job, I might have spent a minute or two feeling like that was not really an answer to why this had to happen, but Job, being a much more mature Christian than I am sometimes, replied with repentance.

    Here is what God showed me in those chapters that I had never understood before:

    1. His wisdom is perfect.  When I am in the midst of my own turmoil, it is easy for me to want God’s immediate and undivided attention to my discomfort.  It can be tempting and easy to forget that the situation is not all about me.  It is never God’s will for us to suffer, but suffering is a reality in this sinful world, and if we will allow Him, God will turn our situation for our good and His glory.  In some of the worst times of my life, God was guiding me closer to Him, and when I looked back years later, I saw that others were following me to Christ as I ran to Him.
    2. You are not alone.  God has not opened a door for your provision and then pushed you through it with a “good luck” before He walks away.  If He called you to that workplace, He has come there with you.  Acknowledge Him.  Invite Him into your day.  The conflicts you are experiencing may not immediately cease, but He can bring a calm in the middle of it, even if it’s only for you.  Remember that it takes conflict for things that need to change, to change.  If there are unhealthy or unproductive dynamics at work in your workplace, this conflict may be God’s vehicle for those environments that are unhealthy for you to be healed.  
    3. God is good.  Though the words of God’s replies in scripture sometimes sound harsh to me, I cannot deny the love and care in His actions.  When I am tempted to question God’s goodness, it is not out of line for God to remind me of His wisdom and love, even if I feel like the reminder is harsh.  Sometimes my heart needs correction, and I am so glad that God is not afraid to do that.  He is good.  He does restore.  He does provide.  He does offer us maturity and perspective.  He is a good God.

    In the midst of your turmoil today, God wants to whisper peace.  This is not the kind of peace that comes with knowing your two-week notice has been delivered, and you are just riding out the remainder of your time.  This is not the peace of finality and release, but one of knowing that you do not walk into that place alone.  You never have and you never will.

    For some, God will provide something different, maybe even something better, but for some, He will place His hand on our shoulders and say, “Peace, my daughter.  I have called you to this place.”  To those, He will cause peace to reign in the midst of the conflict.  He will calm His child while the storm rages if we allow ourselves to surrender to His calm.

    Lord, I give you this day.  I ask that you help me to do whatever I lay my hand to for your glory and to the best of my ability with a joyful heart.  I thank you for the financial stability you have provided for my family through this work.  I thank you for the opportunity to use the strength and talents you have given me to provide a useful service to others.  I thank you today for the privilege of every new relationship, professional or personal, that has come from this work opportunity, and I ask that you would help me to honor You in all the ways I interact with those I work with.  For the times I have been tempted to despair or doubt Your goodness, I ask for Your forgiveness.  For those relationships I have jeopardized with harsh words or poor attitudes, I humbly ask for your grace and mercy.  I know that even as a seasoned believer, I still need a Savior.  I bring all of this to your feet, Lord, and I ask that you help me to go forward walking closer with you than I did yesterday.

    Amen.

    by Stephanie S.


  • Peace In the Wild

    When I think about the phrase “peace in the wild,” I picture a leopardess in the middle of a jungle. I imagine the sound of monkeys hooting in the background while she cleans her paws. She’s laying down, feeling peaceful, she’s not worried about where her next meal will come from. She’s not anxious about her cubs; they’re healthy and happy. She lays her head down, closes her eyes, and rests. Ah, this is what I wish I could achieve in life.

    As a kid, I was always drawn to leopards at the zoo. I remember my parents had a polaroid of me standing next to one on a family vacation. We were told not to touch the animals, so I made sure to give it plenty of room while posing. As a young adult, I had the pleasure of going to Africa and being on a safari where I experienced seeing one in the wild. It was creeping through the brush, not wanting to be seen; I snapped a quick picture. Unfortunately, you can’t tell what it is, but I know what I saw. Leopards are strong, stealthy, and, not to mention, gorgeous.

    As a mom, life can get hectic, especially around the holidays. You need to wrap the gifts, make the treats, plan the family outings, squeeze in all the cinematic classics, and still find ways to create magical moments along the way. Also, who knows what day it is anymore? After Christmas and the sugar rush, the calendar seems obsolete. Holidays are wild. Schedules are wild. Life is wild. But scripture reminds us:

    Philippians 4:6-7 “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

    Growing up, I had a bad habit of biting my fingernails to the point where they would not grow anymore. This became a nervous habit that I unfortunately carried into adulthood. Anytime I feel anxious or overwhelmed, I start to chew my nail polish. When did this wild act become my go to for peace and comfort?

    Galatians 5:22-23 “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.”

    Peace in God is a calm spiritual state defined by trust in God’s presence and control, providing joy, rest, and protection, even during difficulties.

    Several years ago, my family and I went through a very stressful season. It was filled with many uncertainties and a lot of heartbreak. However, despite all the cards stacked against us, we believed that God was going to come through. After being told in February that I wasn’t pregnant, my hope level sank, but that didn’t stop me. After 5 months of rest, prayer, and regrouping, I was ready to try again. That was when we heard the most beautiful words, “Congratulations, you’re pregnant!” These were the words we had longed to hear. Our dream was coming true, and we knew it was God. In that moment, all my husband and I could do was look at each other and smile. There was so much peace that filled our home that day. Seven years later, we have a creative, imaginative, and thriving little girl who enjoys life.

    Here’s what she tells me when she can see that Mommy is feeling overwhelmed:

    1)  Take a deep breath

    2)  Count to 5

    3)  Pray

    It’s amazing how innocent our babies can be. It breaks my heart anytime I see her disappointed or sad. I wish I could make everything better, but more times than not, I’m not in control of the situation and neither is she. Nevertheless, I’m grateful that she hasn’t experienced any hardships. And hardships will come. Life is full of them. But no matter how she’s feeling or what situation she’s dealing with, she knows she can call on the name of Jesus. He is our Prince of Peace.

    We live on an acre of land in the middle of nowhere. The only sounds we hear are the mooing of cows and the train nearby. At night, we hear the gentle sounds of owls hooting and crickets chirping. We love to look up at the big black sky and count the stars. Just the other night, I witnessed the moon all big and bright. It looked like a flashlight shining down on me. When I’m feeling stressed or overwhelmed, I like to walk outside and take in the scenery. I enjoy watching the cows graze along the fence while their calves follow behind. The smell I don’t care for, but the fact that I get to see this breathtaking view every day brings me peace. 

    Philippians 4:8 “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”

    As I reflect on peaceful moments in my life, I’m reminded again of the leopardess moving gracefully through the wild. She is surrounded by unpredictable terrain and potential threats, yet she remains focused and poised—never letting the chaos around her disrupt her composure. In much the same way, we are called to hold onto peaceful thoughts, even when the world feels untamed and uncertain. Like the leopardess, let’s choose to trust, breathe deeply, and seek the peace that comes from knowing who walks beside us. No matter how wild life gets, we can find moments of stillness and grace by keeping our minds fixed on Him. 


  • Jesus

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    At Christmas time for several years we have written about the different characters that have a part to play in the Advent story throughout the gospels on this blog.  It is one of my favorite times of year because it causes me to really dig deeper into a story that I’ve been told my whole life, and to understand it more fully in all of its depth and complexity.  It doesn’t matter how many times I study it, the Lord never fails to reveal new truth year by year. 

    This year, however, rather than finding new depth or meaning in an old story, I have been struck by the simplicity of how and why Jesus came and the magnitude of the love that brought Him here.

    Isaiah 9:6 is often quoted at this time of year:

    “For a child is born to us,

        a son is given to us.

    The government will rest on his shoulders.

        And he will be called:

    Wonderful Counselor,[d] Mighty God,

        Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”

    Jesus most certainly came to a humble couple in even more humble accommodations to live and die here on this imperfect earth for our sins, but do we really grasp that it did not start one starry night in Bethlehem?

    If you read the entirety of Isaiah chapter 9 you will see that Isaiah’s prophecy came to the people of Israel when they were living in exile and captivity in a foreign land.   They languished in a country far from home where political turmoil and cruelty marked their lives daily, and hindered their worship of the one true God.  This prophecy was God’s encouragement that this conflict would not last forever and that He had a plan for their deliverance.  But God’s plan did not begin the night Jesus was born.  It did not even begin when Isaiah spoke those prophetic words 700 years before that Bethlehem night.

    In the gospel of John chapter 1 verses 1-5, John tells us that, “In the beginning the Word already existed.  The Word was with God, and the Word was God.  He existed in the beginning with God. God created everything through him, and nothing was created except through him.  The Word gave life to everything that was created, and his life brought light to everyone.  The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it.”  Later in that same chapter (verse 14) he clears it up even further, (in case we missed what he was trying to tell us): “So the Word became human and made his home among us. He was full of unfailing love and faithfulness.  And we have seen his glory, the glory of the Father’s one and only Son.”

    God’s plan for us began “in the beginning” before time and space, there was Jesus and He already loved us.  Before we even were He loved us!  And even then, He already knew…

    He knew that the garden would not be our home for long on this earth as He originally intended (Genesis 3:22-24).  He knew that He would promise us all that we need, and yet we would doubt Him and try to make things happen ourselves (Genesis 16).  He knew that He would provide for us and we would still grumble against Him again (Exodus 16) and again (Numbers 11), and again (Number 14).  He knew that time and again, throughout history He would deliver and save and heal only for some to still turn away and break His heart.  He knew.

    He knew that the only answer, the only perfect sacrifice would be for Him to come to this cruel and painful world.  To walk with us in our fears and heartache.  He knew that He would have to die.  He knew all of this and He loved us so much that He came anyway.

    Jesus’ story did not begin in Bethlehem.  The story of Jesus is written on every page of the Bible.  He was there for it all.  

    He knew that His sacrifice would not be the perfect sacrifice if it ended in death.  After walking with us in the fire and the cloud, He then came to walk with us in the flesh, only to then go before us and fight the battle to defeat death, hell and the grave for our ultimate victory.

    In the light of all of that, the words of Isaiah’s prophecy are so much more than an early baby announcement:

    “The people who walk in darkness
        will see a great light.
    For those who live in a land of deep darkness,
        a light will shine.
    You will enlarge the nation of Israel,
        and its people will rejoice.
    They will rejoice before you
        as people rejoice at the harvest
        and like warriors dividing the plunder.
    For you will break the yoke of their slavery
        and lift the heavy burden from their shoulders.
    You will break the oppressor’s rod,
        just as you did when you destroyed the army of Midian.
    The boots of the warrior
        and the uniforms bloodstained by war
    will all be burned.
        They will be fuel for the fire.

    For a child is born to us,
        a son is given to us.
    The government will rest on his shoulders.
        And he will be called:
    Wonderful Counselor,[d] Mighty God,
        Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
    His government and its peace
        will never end.
    He will rule with fairness and justice from the throne of his ancestor David
        for all eternity.”

    Jesus came as a baby.  He lived as a man.  He died our Savior and He rose to the right hand of the Father to be the Bringer of Peace, the End of Conflict, Freer of the Captives, Breaker of Chains, and a Light to those in darkness. Praise the Lord!

    It’s amazing to think that He knew all of that in the time before time even began, but do you know what is even more amazing?  He knew you.  He knew your name and He saw your face through it all.  

    For those who would argue that this prophecy is not for us today because it was spoken to a specific people at a time in history, I want to tell you one more person that Jesus is: He is the Beginning and the End, He is the same yesterday, today and forever.  He is the author and greatest player of this story that we call life, and He is the great Connector of the Bible from beginning to end because He is the Word!  Why would God have had all of it written down and preserved and debated for centuries if it wasn’t for you today?  He did it all for you because He loves you.

    I pray that you go forward into 2026 with audacious faith, knowing that you are so loved, believing that the Word of God is for you in its entirety, and knowing that God has greater things in store for you if you will just linger in His presence this year.  Blessings, sisters!  We love you!

    by Stephanie S.


  • Joseph-Beauty from Brokenness

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    Matthew 1:18-25

    18 This is how the birth of Jesus the Messiah came about[a]: His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be pregnant through the Holy Spirit. 19 Because Joseph her husband was faithful to the law, and yet[b] did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly.

    20 But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. 21 She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus,[c] because he will save his people from their sins.”

    22 All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet: 23 “The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel”[d] (which means “God with us”).

    24 When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel of the Lord had commanded him and took Mary home as his wife. 25 But he did not consummate their marriage until she gave birth to a son. And he gave him the name Jesus.

    I sat there with my husband in a coffee shop just beneath the social services office where our appointment to meet our new son was scheduled to happen within the hour. We had arrived much too early, so I ordered an americano that I was too nervous to drink so that we had an excuse to wait inside and escape the damp chill of November in South Korea. I stared into my steaming hot coffee, a million questions racing through my mind:

    What will he think of me?

    Will he bond with me?

    Will he grow up wishing I was someone else?

    I felt incredibly inadequate for the journey ahead. And then I caught a glimpse of him in the hallway- shaggy black hair and dark, almond eyes, wearing a tiny trench coat and laughing as he ran to the elevator with his foster mother close behind. My breath caught in my throat and tears instantly sprang to my eyes as I saw my son for the first time. My son. The weight of those words settled deep into my chest as I thought of the conflicting narratives that would make a child without my DNA my son. It was a miracle, and yet-

    he would not be my son if it wasn’t for brokenness. 

    Adoption is beautiful and redemptive, yes. I am deeply grateful for the immense privilege of raising a precious son who was not born to me. And still, it cannot be denied that adoption is born out of brokenness- broken systems, broken families, a broken world. As I held my new son that night in our hotel room, his eyes full of sadness and his body shaking with sobs, that brokenness became my own. 

    A little over a month later, we found ourselves back at home in Texas, Christmas celebrations in full-swing and adjusting to life with a busy toddler who was now laughing and playing with his big sisters. As we began to read the account of the Christmas story as a family like always, I suddenly found a new kinship with Joseph, the adoptive father of the newborn Messiah. There isn’t much written about Joseph’s life, but as I read the familiar passages about his integrity, his dreams, and his surrender to the radical plan of God, I recognized a thread in the miraculous weaving together of the holy family that I’m not sure I had seen before:

    Jesus wouldn’t have been his son if it wasn’t for brokenness.

    It was the brokenness in this world that compelled God to send His Son to it. Without brokenness, there would have been no need for a Savior, no need for this unlikely family from Nazareth. Joseph must have known this. He must have understood that his role as a father to the Christ child was a miraculous redemption of a flawed humanity. And although fatherhood would come to him in an unconventional fashion, he said yes anyway. I wondered if on that long trek to Bethlehem, Joseph held the same questions about Jesus as I did about our son in his heart:

    What will he think of me?

    Will he bond with me?

    Will he grow up wishing I was someone else?

    It must have been a daunting task, to become the earthly father to the Son of God. I imagine Joseph felt incredibly inadequate for the journey ahead, his own brokenness and flaws glaringly obvious in the face of such a holy assignment. When Joseph finally laid eyes on his newborn child, he didn’t recognize his own features in that tiny face. Instead, he saw the extravagant grace of God- a gift of His incarnate presence wrapped in swaddling clothes. I imagine Joseph’s breath caught in his throat and tears sprang to his eyes as he saw Him for the first time- his son. The weight of it settled in his chest. What a miracle that God would overlook his flaws and redeem the world’s brokenness to give him a son. He learned that night what we all need to hear-

    Sometimes the most beautiful gifts come from brokenness.

    The Christmas story illustrates this truth in the most stunningly beautiful way: A world lost in sin receives a gift it doesn’t deserve. An imperfect, unsuspecting young man becomes the adoptive father to the newborn King. A Son born into darkness becomes the Light of the World. Today, may we be reminded that our brokenness is no match for God. He gathers our loose threads tattered from sin and suffering and, like Joseph, weaves us into a family through a Son not born to us, but for us. A Son born into brokenness in order to redeem it.

    Father, thank you that you did not despise our brokenness, but you showed compassion toward us through the extravagance of your Son Jesus coming to earth to bring redemption to us. We are overwhelmed by your goodness. Help us to recognize the places in our lives where you are bringing beauty out our brokenness. May we experience a deeper gratitude than ever before for your love that redeems us and makes us whole. Amen.

    by Heather F.


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