My imagination runs a bit wild, but I enjoy it when the stories in my mind lead me to the furtherance of hope.
There are days we just feel worn down from the repeated struggles of the world. But no matter how small or broken we feel, God’s got this.
How do we become authentic people through and through, even when it goes against the grain of what everyone else is doing?
The struggle to set healthy boundaries in our lives is an ongoing journey that requires encouragement and hope. I hope you find that here.
Sometimes we must move forward even when the weight of troubles are heavy upon our hearts. We cannot give up the battle for good.
My honest words bringing you to the rhythm of my life. The ups and downs and the need for reminders that keep us heading toward light.
As I watched devastation and tragedy strike all around me, I found something unexpected; hearts still willing to climb despite the pain.
They say if you look for something hard enough, you are bound to find it. What tiny things about yourself do you look a little too hard for?
We all know that God forgives our mistakes. But how are we affecting His mission in this world when we don’t forgive ourselves?
Just like a snowflake can turn into a blizzard, the good things in our lives can become a barrier to clear vision if we let them.
The chase for perfection in everything around me continues. But I must remember to take only what is mine to take.
There has been a lot of bad news lately. How do we deal with it? What do we do with all of that struggle and pain? We choose good news.
We are most comfortable when things go the way we expect. But what does it do to our hearts when things don’t go as planned?
The cold is creeping in and the only tool we may have to fight it is to throw the doors wide open and share the warmth.
We just keep walking. We see that person hurting and we turn the other way thinking we have nothing to offer. But what if we are wrong?
My writing journey has led me straight to you. We can find light in hard times by sharing our struggles—one word at a time.
When our plans head off course, we try to get back where we were. But do we dismiss the uncharted islands that can be found in those moments?
Are you out of routine? What are you doing to fill in those blank lines when you have those off schedule moments?
Are you under construction? Messy scaffolding and loud hammering everywhere? Maybe you are just being restored.
Feeling rundown? What is your go-to habit when you are worn out? Does that habit restore you or leave you as you were?
Our dreams tell stories about our lives. What dreams do you live out in your story? Bigger question—do you have to?
Lift your head my friend. There is hope to be found and it is time to rise and dust yourself off from the weight of the world.
What does passed on mean? Don’t just think of who we have lost but what they helped us find that we can pass on to someone else.
Surrounded by struggle? Feeling overwhelmed in your attempts to help everyone? We must remember sometimes it is not our shift to take.
Loss wakes us up to the realization that our days really are numbered. If only we could remember to make those days count.
A hero’s path is rarely an easy one. We can look around us every day and see what a hero looks like. Just watch for the leap of faith.
I wish it had not taken health problems for me to quiet the room. It is amazing what Jesus can do in the quiet.
We only get one chance to look around when it comes to reality. What are we missing when we forget to? Could we be missing the point?
Have you ever tried to catch a manhole cover? I have. As if there was any way I could carry that kind of weight.
We make sharing our faith very complicated sometimes. The truth seen through the eyes of Jesus makes it very simple.
We have no problem knowing we should be kind to those less fortunate. But what if your definition of the least of these is wrong?
What good is a spray bottle that does not spray? Keeping the good things trapped inside is not how we were meant to live.
I will admit to regifting in my life, but this is not a practice we should use with the gift of Jesus.
Are you willing to be seen? To stand in the truth, we must stand in the light. This is hard when we know that light is pretty revealing.
“I used to think the words spoken about us describe who we are, but now I know they shape who we are.” ~ Bob Goff
Do we leave the ones we love the most behind as we follow our mission, our schedules, and our dreams? What price do they pay?
Today I admit the limits I place on my love. We all have exceptions to our love that keep us from the full potential of God’s grace in our lives.
We all want to move when the circumstances are just right. But what if they are not. Do we stay frozen or grow anyway?
The worst feeling in the world is when you realize you do not know where you are. Are the events of this world leaving us shipwrecked?
The seasons of this life will always bring questions. Ask them. Our questions and fears unite us in a way nothing else can.
We all feel the heat. We are living in times of exhaustion at every turn from the non-stop flames we battle. What can we do to rise above it?
How do you handle the tangled messes of human beings? Are you patient and gentle or are you a knot puller like me?
Do you have a trail leaver in your house? What excuse do they use to explain what always seems not finished?
Some of our biggest “it just so happened” moments have become the most wonderful unexpected blessings. Especially in hindsight.
Sometimes in life you have to find the value in the things you would have not considered valuable. For me, that includes the quick fix.
What is the rhythm of your story? What has composed your journey from the beginning to now? What is the story you tell? Is it true?
When storms strike, what do you do with the time until that storm passes? Are you using it well even in the middle of the storm?
There is nothing wrong with being independent. There is nothing wrong with asking for help. The problem only begins when we decide only one of those is possible.
Are we avoiding seeing the things that we can’t unsee? How much compassion would there be if we could see the view of someone else’s world?