Ever feel like your heart is being pulled in different directions. So many things tug at my heart and demand attention. I give pieces of my heart away to anxious thoughts and lesser things all the time. My heart becomes unintentionally divided. Pulled in different directions, I don't move forward.

What am I willing to die for? What can I daily die to?

The meaning of this Latin phrase may surprise you. I saw it on the back of a truck while waiting in the pick up line, I noticed it on the...

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,...

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

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

The lines God has given are drawn out of His perfect love for me. The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup, you hold my lot; The lines...