What am I carrying around that Jesus never intended for me to carry?

For this moment our paths have crossed, and the possibility exists of a holy encounter.

Do you get so busy doing things for God, that you forget to spend intimate, quiet time with God?

When my daughter held onto me in a windstorm, she reminded me of the child-like faith with which I can grab onto God.

Warm blankets can become a symbol of God’s heart of love.

When we tell our honest stories, we experience authentic connection with others, which contributes to our healing.

On a hot sweaty day I heard Jesus whisper to me, “Don’t settle for less. What I have for you is better.”

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.