I’m a house flipper. That means I search for the ugliest homes in the best neighborhoods and turn them into something beautiful. Where others see mess, money, and stress, I see possibilities… and I see crazy correlations between renovating a home and renovating a soul.

For some, leaving Christmas decorations up into January (or after!) is a way to hold on to the joyous scenes of the season. For me, I prefer to spend the week between Christmas and New Year's slowly but surely taking down the last trace of tinsel. My household celebrates and decorates Christmas big—down to each room getting a makeover, from our vintage Christmas cottage comforter to the ice-skating Mickey & Minnie shower curtain in our daughter's bathroom. Simplifying and cle

That same God—the One who faithfully wrote the story of salvation—is writing your story, too.

Advent tells a different story: Love entered the imperfect and chose to come close.

Joy isn’t found in the absence of suffering, but in remembering who Jesus is and what He has done for us.

So how do I find peace in Jesus during the waiting? Or the hardship? Or the challenging life situations, for that matter?

Faith allows me to know that even though I’m often caught unaware by my life circumstances, God never is.  He’s already planned how to work through them for my good (Romans 8:28).  It’s hope of God moving in all things that allows me to move forward with joy and freedom, tackling my issues with faith instead of being dominated by them.

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.

You are my Calm amidst the storm, and I know You will never forsake me—not now, not tomorrow, not ever.

Where God's Spirit is present, there is freedom from every form of bondage.

"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

I struggled with the cross after Jonathan died. Still, the Cross whispered truth.

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 ...

No matter where we’ve been, what we’ve done, or how lost, worthless, or anxious we feel, nothing can separate us from God’s meticulous love.

Every time I chose to twist and wriggle my way out of what God was asking of me, it led to hurt ...

We become spectacular new creations of hope through our brokenness—a stain-glass of imperfection, reflecting hope in Jesus Christ.

The narratives we believe shape how we see ourselves—but God’s truth has the power to transform our perspective and set us free.