“This awful moment wasn’t going to be the end of my story. When life feels impossibly hard, it’s easy to wonder if things will ever get easier. But in the very place where I fell apart, God began to rebuild something beautiful."

Even the most ordinary day becomes holy ground when we remember Who walks through it with us.

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.

When you ask God for quiet, He may provide it—or He may teach you to find Him even in the noise. He is in the silence, but He’s also in the sound.

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

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.

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

If we wait for everything to be convenient and easy, we may never go—sometimes God calls us to step forward when it doesn’t feel like the right time.

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

Despite my running away, God continued to offer comfort, guidance, and reassurance that our suffering would not be in vain.

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

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

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

“Haunting and amazing, Pompeii’s silent streets remind us how precious—and precarious—our short trip on earth really is.”

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

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

If I’m not careful, I can find myself looking without seeing. Touching without feeling. Praying without focusing.

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

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