God has wrapped me in peace while carrying me through seasons of suffering. He has never minimized or dismissed my concerns.

When we gather to eat, I believe God wants to feed more than our appetites, he wants to feed our souls.

Could we become a team together - cracking open and connecting our hearts so that women listening - would receive what we all long for?

If I quiet myself, I can imagine what my mom would say to me. I can still hear her voice and feel her love.

Julian for Norwich had an unusual call from God; she anchored herself to a church, to be its 24-hour prayer warrior.

Recently we've seen signs of thawing. Cold hearts warming. Frozen loved ones melting, opening. Spring? Wishful thinking? Or Aslan moving?

I stared into the pinhole camera on my computer and wondered if the humans on the other side felt like I did - exhausted ...

Mary's grief over the empty tomb echoed back to me as I stared at empty shelves. I'd gone to where I hoped I'd find hope - it was empty.

We don't use "amazing" to describe ourselves. But God's grace does look amazing on us! It's about him and what he does for us.

As the storm clouds roll in I am choosing to look for beauty and name grief.

I blurted out a prayer to God. "This is a need-MUCH-of-God day. Not a handle-it-myself-with-just-a-bit-of-your help day." Really, Elisa?

I had internalized the narrative that the only acceptable version of me was the shiny one ... Living this way came at a great cost.

As I walk the path to living out my calling, I am faced with a challenge. There are endless voices calling for my attention and my time.

When I was raising my children I didn't have anyone to turn to for simple needs like a mattress, or for deeper support.

I don't like to do anything slow or even less than fast. But might I be missing something with all this speediness?

The disciplines involved in exercise are similar to those we have in the Christian life. We need to build endurance to finish the race.

What in the world are we supposed to do about our less-than-perfect lives? Jesus had to slip away and pray a lot. Maybe that's our answer.

I don't live life a decade at a time, or even a year at a time. Life is a step at a time. One foot in front of the other. Plodding along.

Since moving to a townhome 15 miles from our long-time home, every minute of every day had been packed with figuring out changes.

The unexpected sighting of a butterfly brought delight to my day. The early butterfly, so frail, also reminded me of a premature birth.