Lent is about more than denying our flesh, it's about restoring our hearts.

Trust is proving to be a hard word for me.

When we shift our dependence from God’s shoulders to our own. It always leaves us feeling the weight of trying to define ourselves.

We tend to look at prayer just like we look at exercise to prepare us for swimsuit season. We pray as a reaction more than a mindset.

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

God is working in places you can't see yet. He is right there beside you. Look up and tell Him you trust Him.

God wants to do a new thing, I have to let go of my expectations to receive His plans.

My word for the year is words. It's a blend of believe, trust, and hope. They all depend on each other.

The next couple days when the list of undone, or unfinished things pop in my head, I'm letting them go. I don't want to carry them into 2025

I've got a secret... my new book comes out March 4th and I want to invite you for a sneak peak.

God knows exactly when I need to know, so He isn't in a rush to tell me. Does this drive anyone else crazy? I want to know now. I've...

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.

We don’t have to live our best life here, our best life is later. Remembering keeps my grip on hope.

Behold, the eyes of the LORD are on those who fear him,  on those who hope  in his steadfast love. Psalm 33:18 When we choose to put our...

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?

While this reads as a list of things I am good at, none of them are spiritual gifts. In fact, I'm convinced they actually damage my...

Admittedly, if you know me at all you know I don't run. My fifteen year old watched me run to hop in the car yesterday and asked, "Mom,...

I hate school. I know I'm not supposed to say that, don't worry my children aren't listening. I dread this last week of summer every...