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.

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

What happens when we pray and things don’t go the way we planned? When the unexpected creeps in, I have a choice. I can humble my heart...