It’s not the pandemic; it’s the dishes. I don’t mean in any way to minimalize the suffering the pandemic has caused. Stick with me. In...

Pray helps when desperately need perspective. I can get severe tunnel vision. When I start to fixate on things, prayer moves me forward.

When we expect an outcome, we sometimes hear what we want to hear. The disciples had an entirely different end in mind.

He said Practice Not Perfect You know when you read a really familiar passage of scripture and see something you’ve seen a hundred times,...

Love, it’s the hardest command that masquerades as something that should come naturally. Why is loving people so hard? The problem with...

I seem to always measure my day in tangible things I got done, but that's not how God measures my day.

I’ve been thinking about hope since before we started Advent traditions. This first week of advent focuses on hope, we lit the hope...

“There’s not much hope for a person who won’t live in the grace he’s given.”

... but my flowers aren't really rattled. they don't seem to understand what is going on, or maybe they actually remember who is in charge

I did. I said ‘slow it down” because I know that if we don’t learn what we need to learn in 2020, then we’re not really moving on in 2021.

It’s time to water our faith. At this moment, 2020 feels long, waiting seems forever. I need to water my faith with expectation.

If time never passed, I wouldn’t notice things. Time carries with it the gift of appreciation.

I am not an expert at anything but needing God, and needing God has taught me prayer.

I want to correct my vision to 2020 for this next year. I’m collecting verses to help my astigmatisms, places I’ve grown fuzzy in 2019.

Time can chisel away at hope. There are days that it has toppled mine. Forgetting does a number on us. Waiting can be long and silent

I’m seeing thankFULLNESS differently... emphasis on the fullness. I get so caught up in the filling of things that I forget it isn't my job

Can I tell you something? I struggle with failure. I find myself often helping Satan put myself back on the hook where Jesus took me down.

Believing is what creates joy and peace. Belief makes me abound in hope. If I can't laugh at the days to come, what am I believing?

It always causes tension when we lose who we are to what we think defines us.

We have access to the Father always. It’s immediate, as much as we desire, all the time, anytime. It’s the best kept secret of Christianity.