faith
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A Mantra for Enduring Hard Times with Bold Faith
Let us dare to endure hard times with bold faith by borrowing a simple phrase from theologian, A.W. Tozer.
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Heavenly Love that Embraces with Hugs
Your Heavenly Father loves you with a love that embraces with hugs. He nurtures us as a tender father holds his newborn. Our learnings and growings are not cause for frustration, but actually make God’s heart swell with delight and love over you. He longs for you to return his embracing hug too.
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The Art of Managing Interruptions with Grace
In our agenda-driven culture, interruptions are seen as annoyances that get in the way. But what if interruptions are an opportunity?
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The Dirty Dishes Didn’t Change – But My Heart Did
We all have a least favorite chore that draws the worst out of us. What if the problem isn’t the responsibilities, but how we show up to them?
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Growth Happens in the Messy Middle
Growth is a process, and the messy middle is where the good work happens. Don’t rush. Growth sprouts in the messy middle, and on the other side of it, we bloom.
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It’s okay to be vanilla.
“I only have two speeds: black coffee and Americanos, or plain ole vanilla lattes,” I told him as we left our weekly coffee stop, vanilla latte in hand and a hint of shame in my voice. Vanilla gets a bad word. She’s the one everyone thinks is boring. Plain. Uninteresting. Vanilla is the opposite of…
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We see your withheld gifts.
We milled around the room. Laughter and conversation rose to the top of the high ceilings as women greeted one another with punch in hand. At the front of the room, gifts wrapped in soft blues and greens overflowed off the stage in front of a backdrop welcoming baby into the world. I’d been in…
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The truth about setting life goals.
I’ve had a stack of messy notebook paper sitting in a tray next to my desk for years. It’s a pile of papers I began doodling and taking notes on two years ago. They’re a mess that I’ve carried with me from one home to another, and to a coffee shop or two, and tend…
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Glancing back, looking up, and remembering the good.
In just a couple days we’ll usher in another year. We’ll countdown beneath fireworks while Feeling 22 blares on top notch. My party hat and dance moves are ready for it. I think my soul is too. My soul hasn’t always felt ready for the ball to drop though. I hold this week in between Christmas and the New Year carefully. It’s a fragile space in…