Peace is a gift but we must struggle to hold onto it. Circumstances try to wrestle it from us.

Sometimes my words are just too many, not that God won't listen, but I don't need to hear my words again. I don't need to rehash my...

There is a civil war in my heart. I want more of God, and I also want my own way. I struggle to reconcile the two opposing forces. This...

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...

What do I give myself to? What takes my energy?

Having one word for the year means I get 365 days to try and fail, and hear about my progress from God's heart.

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

We picture abiding as cozy chair and cup of coffee, sitting with God in the quiet. We have to get up and take God with us into the struggle.

I don't know where Thanksgiving is landing you, full of anticipation or anxiety...or a little of both.

Dear God, sometimes I can't let things go. I want to hold onto Your gifts, like You aren't going to give again. Forgive me ...

What are you writing on your heart? What do you repeat to yourself until it's engraved there? Is it guilt or shame?

Lately my thoughts have been "in the weeds". There is too much going on in there, and it isn't just anxiety or agendas.

Eleanor Roosevelt prayed this prayer nightly. I love it. I am going to steal it for the next ten days and I'm inviting you to join me....

Expectations. We want to put our hope fully into things, but experience has taught us that we will often be disappointed.