My defeats don’t define me; Jesus alone defines me, and he calls me his beloved. Without qualifiers.

Humility as the path to unity sounds beautiful in theory, but in practice it becomes holy work.

So how on earth did we go from crazy and broken to close and supportive? Let me tell ya, it's quite a story.

After tragedy, I didn’t just wrestle grief—I wrestled trust in God. This is the story of how control became my survival plan… and how surrender became my way back to peace.

Is misery ever necessary? Could God be protecting us from something we cannot yet see?

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

We don’t always get clarity on the road ahead. But God invites us to trust that the unknown path may be the most meaningful part of the journey.

“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."

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