Guest Blogger: Brandee Littlefield

This is my friend Brandee, with her cat, Ophelia. Brandee is one of those kids who we first came to know as a student in Oklahoma City, but who has grown up to be one of our closest friends.

I asked Brandee to write something for my blog, because she has a wonderfully unique and beautiful approach to her faith. She is also an incredible artist, and a deep philosopher. She challenges me by her example. Miss you, girl!

Here are her words of wisdom:

Beach Reach, 2006
One night as we dropped students off at a hotel on the far end of the island, Trevor presented the gospel flawlessly. I could hear the whispers of Phillip's prayers in the Driver's seat as I also prayed in a whisper. Listening to the young man's response broke my heart. Not verbatim, but he said, "I understand what you are saying. I know what you've told me it would take for me to go to Heaven. But I am going to continue to do things my way."

At that I could speak no longer and the spirit had to intercede for the groanings of my heart. I could feel my tears because I knew he would be accountable for the truth that he now knew. I wonder if the average American Christian knows what it is like to be broken over the lostness of the people around them.


I think that God speaks to us in ways that impact us most. He is the perfect father who knows how to relate to His children. I often find that I have extreme clarity when I am walking in a park talking to God or painting or journaling.

This is the journaling that I wrote after having a dream on a Sunday afternoon a couple of months back. It is written in prose and I had to reread it after I had written it because I hadn't fully awaken from my dream.

The Potency of Hell

I woke from a dream

Its contents

Already past my recollection

And yet I felt greatly impressed

As to the insurmountable evidence

Toward the horrors and affliction of Hell

The cavalcade of emotion and guilt

At my apathy overwhelmed me

If I truly believe that

Why do I stand still?

Those that I know that

Have perished in a life

That had not been redeemed

And those who are still yet to

Fall asleep apart from God

Are and shall forever be exiled

From the One

That I hold most dear

In my understanding

Which by my own confession

Is limited, I have allowed myself

To believe that because in eternity

I will forget those who chose not To follow God, that somehow

Their suffering would subside

But that is a lie!

Even after judgment

Though endowed with more mercy

Than any man ever deserved

Their pain will never end

Regret that haunts

Opportunities that will ever

Be in the forefront of their consciousness

Never able to sleep

Or able to retreat

There will be no second chances

And no hope of a better tomorrow

As these prose

Spill forth from my spirit

I pray a very hard thing

Let my heart not be indifferent

To my fellow man

Though he himself

Be unaware

And while Hell is not my future

Let me never forget

That it claims all who I neglect

Father may I be besieged by pain

Over their sin now

So in the future they will not be

It made me cry. And it changed me. I hope that I always have brokenness for lost people around me, my hope is that by sharing it, it might change others as well.It reminds me of one of my favorite verses:

Acts 20:24 "However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me-the task of testifying to the gospel of God's grace."