"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.

Slow the tide of the Christmas season that threatens to drown you in holiday cheer!

I've got a secret... my new book comes out March 4th and I want to invite you for a sneak peak.

I am so terrible at moving into a new season that even my flowers are having trouble. I’ve got hydrangeas blooming in fall.

Are you confident in God’s ability to work things out? It’s what we trust in but don’t yet see that keeps us going on the foggy days.

I like to fix. I usually believe that I know the answers. I need to trust God more than I trust myself.

We don’t have to live our best life here, our best life is later. Remembering keeps my grip on hope.

Behold, the eyes of the LORD are on those who fear him,  on those who hope  in his steadfast love. Psalm 33:18 When we choose to put our...

While this reads as a list of things I am good at, none of them are spiritual gifts. In fact, I'm convinced they actually damage my...

I hate school. I know I'm not supposed to say that, don't worry my children aren't listening. I dread this last week of summer every...