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.

God wants to lead us daily. He wants our trust and our belief. Those are demonstrations of love. Rest waits for us inside trust.

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.

One of the most elusive things in our lives is hope. It isn’t based on things we can see, but on things we can’t. When I’m in the...

Do we spend as much time wondering what God thinks of us as we do wondering what people think?

I've developed deep wrinkles in between my eyebrows. you know, they call them elevens. I’ve decided I’m going to view them as a...

Yep, you read that correctly. That's how I want to run my race till I get to heaven. I wrote this years ago, but I needed it today....

What's chasing you?

Waiting creates space. It creates stillness. Outside things stop, lesser things are pushed aside. We can either fill this space in our...

Who do we most fear disappointing? How do we make our decisions? How much time do we spend thinking about what others think of us? How...

I always feel like I need to figure things out. My brain rarely stops calculating and planning. I waste so much energy trying to...

Less thinking and more thanking. I wrote this on my bathroom mirror. It's a safeguard for my mind this week.

The times I seem to need this most are the ones I don’t stop to do it. I just put my head down and try to fight through the blurry. Why??

What are you doing because it's expected? How are you letting culture push you around and tell you that valuable means loud and obvious?

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...

You know when you read a really familiar passage of scripture and see something you’ve seen a hundred times, but a new word jumps out at...

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

... 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