Admittedly, if you know me at all you know I don't run. My fifteen year old watched me run to hop in the car yesterday and asked, "Mom,...

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...

Have you ever felt desperate to hear from God? God wants to speak to us in much more definition and detail. He wants to meet us daily.

I love a bubble bath before bed. These verses gave me a perspective that I won't forget the next time I curl up in a tub full of bubbles....

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

Are we too comfortable with our Bibles? Have you stopped being inspired and corrected by it? Has it ceased to penetrate your heart?

Momentum for motherhood can be found in grace. I've decided to let myself take in some deep breaths of God's grace for my motherhood.

In my shortsightedness, I cannot label things correctly. I don’t recognize always good.

Peace is a gift but we must struggle to hold onto it. Circumstances try to wrestle it from us.

Sometimes my words are just too many, not that God won't listen, but I don't need to hear my words again. I don't need to rehash my...

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...

I've developed deep wrinkles in between my eyebrows. you know, they call them elevens. I’ve decided I’m going to view them as a...

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...

We picture abiding as cozy chair and cup of coffee, sitting with God in the quiet. We have to get up and take God with us into the struggle.

I don't know where Thanksgiving is landing you, full of anticipation or anxiety...or a little of both.

Dear God, sometimes I can't let things go. I want to hold onto Your gifts, like You aren't going to give again. Forgive me ...

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.