Submission with a dash of stubborn faith is my recipe this Thanksgiving.

We spend so much time comparing with others that we don't take a hard look at our own lives. I know this is true for me. I can feel that emptiness when I start to compare seep in. It feels like what someone else has was stolen from me.

What am I willing to die for? What can I daily die to?

“Don’t fret or worry” Yeah, that gets me every time too. “Instead of worrying, pray.” I love how Paul gets right to the point, short and...

Why do I choose other peoples words and allow them to speak over me more than I choose God’s words?