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

Satan has a secret weapon in his arsenal. You see, once we have confessed our sins, they can’t limit us anymore. This freedom scares him...

We make confession into a bully when he's really our friend.

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 candle and talked about the difference between wishes and hopes, but my heart felt stagnant. This year hit us early in the spring like a late frost wilting some of my blooming hopes. It left them sagging off the branches and pitiful. With the death of those hopes, I’ve been able to see my misplaced trust. Those things I lost, they don’t matter in

“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

Today is my day to reflect on the 14 years of her life and all the years left to be written. The best gift I can give her is prayer.

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.

We are crawling our way back to civilization. Our Governor has re-opened Hair salons. I know there is about to be a stampede!

Nature is waking up all around us. God’s timing this perfectly. Promise is coming, it’s undetected yet, but it’s coming. Just like...

We get to choose what we will do with it. Even though it seems like everything is beyond our control right now, it isn't. We have time.

I’m learning that I can’t rely on my own feelings for love. Feelings are far too fickle and fragile things to depend on

I’ve started really examining my thoughts. I am actually in charge of what gets to stay in my heart and mind. I don’t have to own every thou

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

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

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.

I think our stress level is a good indicator of wear we are placing our trust. And now let’s say a collective “OUCH”, me included.

Expectations. We want to put our hope fully into things, but experience has taught us that we will often be disappointed.