When the day is done, and she has done her best, after she lays her head down, for what she knows will be only a brief rest; she rises....

Sometimes, God asks you to wait. To quiet your heart. To simply be still. To let Him go to work. In a way you could never imagine....

You can still love Jesus and work through your anxiety. You can still love Jesus and take an antidepressant. You can still love Jesus and...

Everyday our little guy dumps his food on the wrong side of the sink. Trying to keep up with his big sisters, but not quite understanding...

Some of us will never make it big. Some of us will never have anything go viral. Some of us may never be truly known by more than a few....

Some of us will never make it big. Some of us will never have anything go viral. Some of us may never be truly known by more than a few....

I cringe at perfect. It's hard for me to even fathom. And that's a lot to admit from a (still) recovering perfectionist. There are days...

We don’t always see it, you know? We don’t always see it. We don’t always feel it. We don’t always notice it. But I promise, He never...

My anxiety almost won today. The eager anticipation of a new year seemingly dissipated and the incessant feeling of a never-ending Ground...

Sometimes, God has to let us break to piece us back together again. That's what I learned from our dryer today. It still worked. It still...

When the day is done, and she has done her best, after she lays her head down, for what she knows will be only a brief rest; she rises....

I have never been one for resolutions. Rarely, do I keep up with them. And truthfully, most of the time, I am just digging to find some...

For years, I have crossed this creek. Each morning. Each evening. And so very many moments in between. Over roaring waters, I have...

"You have it backwards, you know?" He said sternly. Stopped me right in my walking tracks. As I paused and found myself entranced with...

There are so many ways this year that the enemy has threatened to break us. Absolutely shatter us. Into an infinite amount of pieces....

Have you knelt in the hay yet today? As He fervently prays over you... Have you felt its bittersweet, warm prickles? Signifying the...

It’s a little harder to find it this year, isn’t it? A little harder to find it amidst the thickened darkness. A little harder to see its...

Sunday mornings are for meeting Jesus. That's what so many of us learn. What so many of us try to embrace. Sunday mornings are for...

Before the need for perfect, there was simple. Oh, so completely simple. A stable. Wooden manger. An exhausted new mother. A terrified...