• Don: Maybe you went on that trip for the wrong person
  • Me: What do you mean by that?
  • Don: What I'm saying is, maybe that trip wasn't for those you were going to share the Gospel with, maybe that trip was for you.
To become close to a bastard child and tell them “I love you,” only to walk out of their life when things get tough is like a knife cutting into that wound of abandonment. Not only does it reopen the wound, but it cuts even deeper, perpetuating the belief that everyone who says that they love you will leave you - that you’re worthless and no one will ever love you. If you say you love someone, practice it, if you can’t, then don’t even bother saying the word, you’ll do more harm than good.

Thoughts on love (Self - June 2014)

Really when wrestling all began again for me: 8th grade. It’s astounding that this is such a distant memory now, but it’s dope to see how much I’ve grown up.


© Trevor Wentt

Really when wrestling all began again for me: 8th grade. It’s astounding that this is such a distant memory now, but it’s dope to see how much I’ve grown up.

© Trevor Wentt
Still You Know Me
In the vast expanse of all creation, it is astounding that the God who made it all, knows and desires to know me. Grace, man - such grace.
© Trevor Wentt

Still You Know Me

In the vast expanse of all creation, it is astounding that the God who made it all, knows and desires to know me. Grace, man - such grace.

© Trevor Wentt

 s t o r m 
Storm clouds rolled through Bristol tonight that were just such a sweet testimony of God’s creation and how even over the darkness, He is Lord.

© Trevor Wentt

s t o r m

Storm clouds rolled through Bristol tonight that were just such a sweet testimony of God’s creation and how even over the darkness, He is Lord.

© Trevor Wentt