“Every Summer Has A Story” I saw those words printed beneath a beach painting: a woman sitting in the sand, gazing into the distance, lost in thoughts we’ll never know. The words stayed with me for days. Every season, every month, even...
The first time I accidentally flipped my phone to selfie mode, I screamed. A tired middle‑aged woman had broken into my house and stolen my phone. Looking at myself from that perspective was and is brutal: all the flaws, wrinkles,...
Holy Week arrives with an invitation: to slow down, breathe deeply, observe its sacredness, and remember the grace of a Savior who changed everything. Grace isn’t just God’s benevolence; it’s His movement toward us. His willingness to step into our...
Grace Upon Grace My word for 2026 is grace. It’s already just what I’ve needed in some complicated relational places in the first weeks of this new year: high doses of grace for others and extra for myself as my harshest...
This Advent, the Lord keeps whispering the same gentle invitation He’s given me all year: stay near, hold fast. Abide. Nearly every day of 2025, I’ve written “abide” across the top of my journal as a quiet reminder to stay attached...
“Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” ...
I sat on the edge of my bed and stared blankly towards the moonless sky outside my bedroom window. For two weeks, I lay awake with jittery sensations in the center of my body. It grew worse each night as...
“The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.” Isaiah 40:8 September feels like a sigh. Not a hopeless sigh, but the kind that comes when the music dwindles and you know the band is...
Hello July, my favorite month! In you contains a lifetime of cherished memories: Wimbledon on the screen and dad by my side, jumping the waves at Tower 23, burnt marshmallows with melty smores, chubby sunscreened babies in the pool, the...
I wasn’t a girl who wanted to be a mom. Yes, I played with dolls, but it wasn’t my heart’s desire to mother. Yet, once I became pregnant with my oldest son, I was altered in the sweetest ways: the...