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

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...

I think God has a growth chart wall just like the one I have for my children. I’m pretty sure His isn’t located in the kitchen like mine.

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.

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

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.

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.

Growing humans is so much harder than growing plants. I mean seriously, I can't use miracle grow on them and magically get the fruits of...

I’ve been going through a lot of little things lately.I feel like I can’t get the ground under me to stop moving.I’m fighting against change

I’ve been thinking a lot about Heritage lately. The vases in the pictures of my flowers are from my grandma. She went to be with Jesus...