Mid-life is not too late to listen to God calling us to something new.

Just like my mom, food is a love language I speak with my heart.

When we break down, we can find power and presence in the Creator who restores things that are broken.

Paradox holds the apparent opposites of giving and receiving together in a unified whole.

To make sure I really understand the person I'm talking with, I need to stop multi-tasking and lean in.

I can take the wreckage of crashed expectations to the Father who has always been for me.

God invites you into Sabbath; it’s a gift.

God’s presence is a harbor in the midst of grief.

Asking for help on our journey is the smart and brave thing to do.

I discovered that healing and renewal came not from trying to forget a painful past but by doing the work of remembering rightly.

When I gaze up, I remember that I sit in the palm of God’s hand – the same God who scattered the stars and knows me.

As seasons change, we need to learn to make new rhythms in our friendships.

Every time I met my mentor I was changed before I left the room.

I'm learning from my daughter's wisdom - that we are always building in reaction to what we inherited.

I started noticing my breathing and would remind myself: inhale to renew. Breath is literally the stuff of life.

Our calling may be the quiet and faithful expression of serving the people entrusted to our care.

Survivor’s guilt can prevent us from listening with empathy and sharing hope.

The dry season calls us to cultivate a deeper reliance on God.

I hold my love for people tightly, but my expectations loosely.

Lent is about God’s invitation to come home.