As Christ-followers we can provide a safe place for vulnerability.

We might feel overcome by the darkness around us, but God shines his light on us through Jesus.

As we notice and respond to our fears, God extends mercy and grace.

When I define my identity in terms of doing rather than being, I am always in danger of losing my identity if activities are taken away.

Learning to disagree was a step in learning to safeguard my soul.

When we look in the mirror at our bodies, let’s speak kindness, love, and God’s goodness over his creation.

You already have God’s approval and love. You are already known and accepted. Be loved, beloved.

The Word of God does not return void. There is something in it, the seed of something I can take to the bank, so to speak.

When we look at communities in the Bible, we see the extended family in action. ... Living and leading with purpose is a collective work.

We will find a time to deal with the issues this season has revealed in us, in God's timing.

We can’t wait. We don’t watch television week to week, we binge entire seasons in forty-eight hours. ... But what if patience is necessary?

I am struggling with my faith right now - it doesn't fit. I have found it to be too small for the big challenges I face.

I remember when I first became aware of some of my own core beliefs … and how they were rooted in the voices of bullies from childhood.

In my work to find miracles in the midst of the brokenness, I can’t escape the fact that there is no such thing as grace without truth.

I realized that as I was watching her story I was reflecting on my own story.

Nothing is too much for God and he wants me to come to him unfiltered and unprotected. We have a safe place to take our emotions.

Pursing diverse relationships is an ongoing theme in my life. ... We are invited to be human, to lean in and to suspend criticism.

In those seasons when we can’t pinpoint our calling, it may be that God is calling us to prepare with him.

The final dinners at home with my college kids were purposeful, personal and memorable. Jesus' last meal was also intentional.

The weeks dragged into months and now it’s been a year. Overwhelmed? ... In my new quiet place, I realized I could pray and write.