When we encounter division and hatred, our response should reflect the heart of Christ—standing for justice while still showing love, pursuing truth while extending grace.

The to-do list is still there, but it no longer owns me—my strength comes from God, the Maker of heaven and earth.

Our life is but a vapor, but it will have true meaning when we look to Jesus for everything.

When you feel like you’re not enough, remember: your worth isn’t defined by rejection or circumstances. True strength and peace come from anchoring your identity in Christ’s unshakable love.

Tired of carrying it all on your own? God is near, ready to help shoulder the weight and bring peace where you need it most.

What I thought would be the adventure of a lifetime became a mirror of the shame I had carried for decades.

When fear and comparison creep in, what if the answer isn’t control—but trust? Pray, then act. God is always trustworthy.

As worship continued and the next song began, I was reminded how Jesus provides true freedom to those who follow Him...

Seeing someone else’s blind spot is easy. Seeing your own? That’s where real growth begins.

Joy dwells deep within me and is not dependent upon circumstances happening around me.

Peace doesn’t come from perfect balance—it comes from releasing what was never ours to carry.

"Don’t you trust me?" I heard him whisper inside. "I know what needs to get done. Will you let go and trust me?"   

Imagine yourself being held by the God of the universe who created every star with his breath, every thing in sight with his Word, and He still sees YOU and calls you by name

In those seasons of indecision, longing, or waiting, it’s easy to miss the truth

What good news we can share with the world that so desperately needs peace!

The enemy is crafty, twisting truth into lies—but God’s Word is stronger, a light that scatters the darkness.

I didn’t know why this was happening, but God did. Looking back, I see how He turned my deepest pain into unexpected blessings.

He alone can turn my mourning into dancing and put my pain to good purpose.

She knew a secret the rest of the world didn’t ...

I sat back and read the words—harsh and bitter, just like the storm raging inside me.