Christmas changes everything. It gives meaning to meanderings, wonder to our wanderings and joy to our journeys.

It is in the valleys where his unrelenting lovingkindness pursues us.

As a single person, God uses my friends to show me love and delight and partnership all the time.

God is my true home, which makes me more content here and also homesick for something beyond here.

It's a choice that faces every woman at halftime: Am I willing to change?

We are part of a larger whole, to serve God's purpose in interconnection beyond our awareness.

This is a darker shade of grace. Presence mingled with pain. God with us.

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

Any voice - even one that sounds cacophonous to us - can raise a beautiful offering of worship to our King.

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.

God’s desire is that we gain an awareness of what enough means: to be satiated.

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.

I blurted out a prayer to God. "This is a need-MUCH-of-God day. Not a handle-it-myself-with-just-a-bit-of-your help day." Really, Elisa?

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

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

In this season, I bless the next generation by moving out of the spotlight to let another shine.

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