I am so terrible at moving into a new season that even my flowers are having trouble. I’ve got hydrangeas blooming in fall.

Are you confident in God’s ability to work things out? It’s what we trust in but don’t yet see that keeps us going on the foggy days.

One of the most elusive things in our lives is hope. It isn’t based on things we can see, but on things we can’t. When I’m in the...

While this reads as a list of things I am good at, none of them are spiritual gifts. In fact, I'm convinced they actually damage my...

Rest usually alludes me, you to? It’s one of those things that never really happens because we wait for our circumstances to align and...

I hate school. I know I'm not supposed to say that, don't worry my children aren't listening. I dread this last week of summer every...

Take a deep breath. Learn the best kind of meditation.

The plan: Seek, Seek, Remember It's fairly simple, and I am sure to still mess is up. The beauty is that I can come back to it. God lets...

Instead of letting the world influence your thoughts and decisions, let prayer influence your thoughts and decisions. Instead of letting...

I’m putting belief over top of my anxieties until belief is what I see and anxieties fade out of focus. I’m reminding myself out loud,...

Do you remember when we wrote on actual paper. You know with blue lines and a pink lined margin? The purpose of the margin was in case...

I think sometimes we get confused about what  repentances is for. We turn back to God because going our way doesn’t work. Repentance is...

There is a civil war in my heart. I want more of God, and I also want my own way. I struggle to reconcile the two opposing forces. This...

Repetition. It works. That is what every personal trainer on the planet will tell you. It's not about how much weight it's about how many...

Yep, you read that correctly. That's how I want to run my race till I get to heaven. I wrote this years ago, but I needed it today....

What happens when we pray and things don’t go the way we planned? When the unexpected creeps in, I have a choice. I can humble my heart...

What are you writing on your heart? What do you repeat to yourself until it's engraved there? Is it guilt or shame?

Lately my thoughts have been "in the weeds". There is too much going on in there, and it isn't just anxiety or agendas.

God measures differently than we do. He isn't limited by time and sees the product while I'm still looking at the tiny seed.

We read too much condemnation over ourselves in scripture, and we miss keywords like “practice”. God never asks us to be perfect.