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.

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.

In my shortsightedness, I cannot label things correctly. I don’t recognize always good.

I have zeal a lot of things... coffee, a new book, watching my kids play soccer, Christmas lights, (I always regret this zeal in...

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...