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...

What do I give myself to? What takes my energy?

Having one word for the year means I get 365 days to try and fail, and hear about my progress from God's heart.

I have zeal a lot of things... coffee, a new book, watching my kids play soccer, Christmas lights, (I always regret this zeal in...

Holding life with open hands takes practice. I'll be practicing it until my last breath

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...

Days trick us into thinking we have more time or less time. We have to stop looking at them and look at God for our plans.

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

∞ 5 Days of Praying God’s Armor over Our Children ∞ It is so hard for me to let go of my children, every year, every day. I can't stop...

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

We may not have said this, but we have thought it at some point. As we age, we have been disappointed enough that we want to guard...

We have twenty-four hours in a day... that’s it. We never get twenty-five. Sixty minutes in every hour of our lives. No matter how hard...

Summer is fading and I’m desperate to make her last. My Enneagram one self, even though I try not to show her that much in public, feels...

Less thinking and more thanking. I wrote this on my bathroom mirror. It's a safeguard for my mind this week.