Submission with a dash of stubborn faith is my recipe this Thanksgiving.

My emotions can be so overwhelming. Most of us get so tired of trying to tackle our emotions that we simply let them lead. In my life, this is a recipe for disaster.

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.

So many of my thoughts and so much of my time are caught up in things that are important to the culture around me, but they aren't things that will matter in eternity.

We are to be a people of grace and truth as we wait for the coming of the Lord. We fight a spiritual battle with our unseen weapon: prayer.

My seasons have been changing. I find that in this shift, I need reminders of who I am. I'm hoping this reminder from David's life speaks...

God I believe You and because of that I can trust You so I am going to place all my hope in You.

When we plant God is able to make grace abound to us in all things at all times. He produces the fruit from the seeds we plant and He decides when and where it grows. What are you planting that maybe hasn't grown yet? Can you keep planting and believe God will make it from at the right time?

We devalue prayer a bit like we devalue motherhood. We don’t see prayer as an accomplishment in itself. In the same way that being a Mom isn’t often viewed as a “real job”, prayer isn’t a “real solution”.

"If we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit."

I'm rebranding overwhelmed to overflowing. I'm using recognition and gratitude as my tools.

Trust isn't the absence of anxiety; anxiety is the opportunity to build trust muscles.

Sin is sneaky, when I leave the door cracked, it pushes its way into my life.

I am not paying attention to what I am actively believing. I try to see myself through other people's eyes and it starts to make me dizzy.

Trust is proving to be a hard word for me.

We tend to look at prayer just like we look at exercise to prepare us for swimsuit season. We pray as a reaction more than a mindset.

Obedience requires that we release what we currently have before God fills our hands, and for a minute they look empty.

These are the books that once I read them, I can't quite let go so I keep them out like I'm not finished.

God wants to do a new thing, I have to let go of my expectations to receive His plans.

My word for the year is words. It's a blend of believe, trust, and hope. They all depend on each other.