A Few Parts Shy of Being Considered Useful

In all my frustration (and yes, I’ll admit a bit of self-pity) I thought, I’m so tired of fixing broken things. (Though, I think to write those words in all caps might be a bit more accurate in tone).
But just as quickly as that thought crossed my mind so too did the next.
Imagine if God ever tired of fixing broken things.

Shame Is A Lie

Oxford University Press (2019) defines shame as “a painful feeling of humiliation or distress caused by the consciousness of wrong or foolish behavior.” Renowned author and shame researcher, Brené Brown  expands on that definition to explain shame as “the intensely painful feeling or experience of believing that we are flawed and therefore unworthy of love andContinue reading “Shame Is A Lie”

Choosing Joy Even In Our Suffering

Joy is the product of a journey and every journey looks different. But no matter how different one’s journey, our source of joy will always remain the same.

Here I am. Send Me.

“Do I have to?” A question we once asked when told to do chores or take a bath has since become a question with far deeper roots — our purpose. Do I have to talk to people today? Do I have to go to church? Do I have to tell my kids I love themContinue reading “Here I am. Send Me.”

The Beauty & Grace of God’s Embrace

Today, as church service let out a friend stopped and hugged me on her way by. It wasn’t just any hug; she embraced me in what I undoubtedly knew was enveloped in genuine love — a 1 John 3 kind of love. As she embraced me she held tightly and began praying; not because IContinue reading “The Beauty & Grace of God’s Embrace”

Prosperity Perspective: Why Do Evil People Succeed?

Why do evil people succeed? Why does the Lord allow his people to suffer while the wicked prosper in life?
Our perspective on prosperity begins to shift when we focus not on success as it is defined by the world but instead as it is defined by our gracious Redeemer.

Asking All of the Wrong Questions

I would have never thought my days to follow the trial would be spent miles apart from my husband fighting for his freedom. Yet, here we are. I have never felt as weak as I had in the moments that followed sentencing. My heart ached with a pain like never before and I would haveContinue reading “Asking All of the Wrong Questions”