God loves me. He wants me. God loves you. He wants you. He loved me when I was still in my sin, and He loves me today when I still fall short. He is God, I refuse to define Him by the expectations that I have for people.

Everybody wants the blooms, no one wants to weed. The reality is that if we don’t keep up with the weeds, they will affect the harvest. I hate weeding and come to think of it, I‘ve never met anyone who likes it. I’m going to be really transparent and tell you that God has been clear about what weeds need pulled form my heart right now. I’m struggling with comparison and envy. Envy reminds me of the huge weeds that shoot up tall before you even notice their existence. They loo

If you are like me, I often have good intentions but lack follow through. Why? What happens between reading and acting?

I burnt the bacon. It wasn’t because I didn’t set a timer, it’s because I didn’t stay where I could hear the timer. All the things need done, yes they do. But I am old enough to realize that there isn’t an end to the list. I will never get done all the things that need done.