Identity begins in love, not in achievement. There is something profoundly healing about returning to the place where God first speaks over our lives. Not where people named us.Not where pain shaped us.Not where disappointment rewrote our story. But where He did. For so many years, I believed my identity was something I needed to…
There is a stillness God has been inviting me into. Not the stillness of having nothing to carry. I still carry my children. I still carry decisions, seasons, unanswered things. But underneath the carrying, He has been asking me to lay down the striving. To stop working so hard to hold what was never mine…
There is a difference between being used by God and being trusted by Him. Anyone can be used. Power shows up in strange places, in unlikely hands, for a moment, for a season, for a purpose bigger than the person carrying it. But trust is different. Trust is not given for a moment — it’s…
“For I am the Lord who heals you.” — Exodus 15:26 One of the most beautiful names of God is Jehovah Rapha — The Lord Who Heals. Not the God who only healed. Not the God who sometimes heals. Not the God who heals everyone else. The God who heals me. I have lived long…
“The Lord heard Elijah’s cry, and the child’s life returned to him.” — 1 Kings 17:22 There are moments when life places something precious into our hands that feels beyond saving. A marriage that has grown cold. A child who has wandered far from God. A dream that quietly slipped away. A heart that has…
On the Grace that meets you in the wreckage of your own wrong choices “If we freely admit our sins when his light uncovers them, he will be faithful to forgive us every time. God is just to forgive us our sins because of Christ, and he will continue to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.”—…
…be inwardly transformed by the Holy Spirit through a total reformation of how you think. This will empower you to discern God’s will as you live a beautiful life, satisfying and perfect in his eyes.— Romans 12:2, TPT There was a time in my life when I believed in God’s love, but I did not…
A word for the mother who prays and waits There is a particular kind of love that only a mother knows — the love that follows a child into every room they are in, even the rooms you were not invited into. The love that prays in the middle of the night when you do…
There is something quietly happening in the lives of women who have chosen to surrender. It is not loud. It does not announce itself with drama or fanfare. But it is real, and it is powerful — a slow, steady dissolving of everything that was never meant to define you. For many of us, the…
On loving God fully, loving others despite what they’ve done, and learning to love yourself well. There are seasons in life when love becomes the most complicated word in your vocabulary. Not God’s love — that, I have come to know as the one thing that has never once shifted beneath my feet. But human…
