My grandmother came to me and shared of her grief, to help me with my own sorrow.

When we can’t take one more step, God will carry us.

God longs for you to hear his tender whispers guiding you.

These friends were more than friends. They were our family.

I believed porch sitting was pointless and idle. This belief is a lie.

My faith exists because God met me in suffering and doubt.

Perfectionism is a jealous consumption. The only way to correct perfectionism is to crucify it.

Grief and joy can coexist.

Jesus offers us living water to quench our thirst for love.

Revealing our past mistakes with authenticity and humility can help other people.

We can ask of God audaciously because we possess a truly audacious thing—friendship with God.

When I gave up my sense of entitlement, I could accept God’s will for a new season.

God, thank you for the life-giving rhythms that you invite me to practice.

We press on together, holding hands with each other and with God.

My life changed when I confessed that I’d been striving for the approval of others.

None of us knows what’s ahead, but God uses each step to prepare us for the next.

Prayer creates a sweet space to remind you that you are loved and cared for.

The Caller doesn’t change, but the way we enact our calling might.

God wraps all our fears into his loving arms and reminds us that we are loved.

At Christmas we imagine ourselves looking on with the animals, astounded at what God has done.