Sometimes the hardest part of a trial isn't the circumstance itself—it's the story we begin telling ourselves about God. What if your setback isn't evidence of His absence, but the very place He's strengthening your faith?

The battle has always been fought in the mind. It's as if Paul is looking straight at me and saying, "Girl, it's time to change. Let go of the guilt, the shame, the fear, and the need for control. Stop defining yourself by broken worldly systems. Change your thinking."

I’d never been through that kind of pain. It took my breath away from the inside out, leaving me hollow and empty, gasping for air and answers.

I did not need to solve my whole life at once. I just needed the courage to take the next step with God.

The call is not always to run faster, but to keep running. Even a slow, halting step forward is still faithfulness.

Freedom began when I stopped asking only who hurt me and started asking God what he wanted to heal in me.

Maybe hope isn’t meant to feel strong all the time. Maybe hope, in its truest form, is quieter than that. Smaller. More stubborn.

Heaven does not erase differences; it redeems them.

“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."

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.

Just when I was about to give up all hope, I could hear God whispering to me that I was His child and that I was never alone.

By Barb Lownsbury The swish-swish of the windshield wipers kept rhythm as I searched through the dreary, rainy parking lot for a close...