We are humbled that God takes time to listen to us. We were married 35 years before starting to pray together like this.

To ensure we are living accurate narratives, we need people with whom we can be open about the stories we tell ourselves.

Our crisis revealed itself as an opportunity to evaluate our lives and make significant changes. ... We worked hard for our marriage.

Recently I've started noticing just how very many souls around me express a vacant, hollow loneliness. And not just due to COVID-19.

I feared unraveling the threads of my past and exposing myself to the pain and heartache I'd spent much of my life working to overcome.

Feelings are always real in the sense that they exist. But sometimes they are just feelings, not truth.

This year, this pandemic year, has sent my well-wrought plans (and yours too, I'm quite sure) careening off the rails.

There are days when my heart can't find the momentum to write. Or speak. Or think much really. Like today.

I found myself fighting the urge to withdraw and become invulnerable in the relationship and conversation by pretending and performing.

Learning to show grace in social media is a process, often one of responding more slowly and thoughtfully, and showing restraint.

I know we're being brave and showing up and soldiering on. But it's okay to grieve, too. We don't have to pretend we're not sad.

We are familiar with the call to and we scurry to respond. But a call to Jesus is a from something else.

I fretted about going into the party. Part of my hesitancy was rooted in my journey to find confidence as God's beloved.

In between all the doing and responding, are we overlooking the one true catalyst of change? Are we taking time to listen to one another?

In the midst of the exclusion of not fitting in, it can be easy for me to feel invisible. I find solace and comfort in Hagar's story.

Using my left hand instead of my preferred right feels awkward and unfamiliar. What might I learn from this experience?

Colorblind assumes everyone is the same, which is different than treating everyone as equals. We are not the same, we are ethnic beings.

To my surprise ... relief didn't look like I thought it would. It came when I quit being a slave to shame and forgave myself.

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.