Category: Faith

“But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ.” — Ephesians 2:13 There was a time when distance defined our lives—distance from God, from peace, from purpose. But through Jesus, that distance has been erased. The cross became a bridge, and His blood became…

First pew.  Middle pew.  Back pew. No pew. Need You. I’ve watched the slow drift happen more times than I can count. A family starts in the front—eager, involved, hearts wide open. Then comes a few missed Sundays. The front row becomes the middle. The middle becomes the back. And then, a silent exit… they’re…

“The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” — Deuteronomy 33:27 “Forever and ever.” Those words roll off my tongue so easily, yet they expand beyond the reach of my imagination. Our lives are measured in minutes, days, and years. We know beginnings and endings—of meetings, of events, of seasons. But…

Time moves at a snail’s pace. And yet, it passes me at break-neck speed. Isn’t that the paradox? In one moment, the seconds drag like winter’s darkness that will never end. The waiting, the uncertainty, the not knowing or understanding, the prayers we whisper over and over again—it all feels so endless. But then we…

Sometimes God’s sweetest provision shows up in the hardest places. Not in the easy, soft soil. Not in the lush, green fields. But in the rock. In the places you thought nothing good could or would ever come from. That’s what the psalmist meant when he wrote: “With honey from the rock I would satisfy…

Sunflowers don’t chase shadows… Sunflowers stand tall… Sunflowers bloom bright! They grow turning toward the light… They remember where the sun lives… They are strong and bold and bright!  Created to bloom… Created to turn us to the light… Created to cheer us on.  Beauty rooted…  Beauty rising…  Beauty—unapologetic, confident, vivid, radiant… spreading hope! Not…

All in Your Hands It’s morning again. It happens a lot lately. The sky is still stretching awake. Coffee is at my side. I exhale the grogginess of night and inhale the freshness of a new day. And there it is. I read it. I say it out loud—because I need to remind my soul:…

And Still… The morning light is dim. I can’t see the path ahead…And still… I trust You. I don’t have the answers I thought I’d have by now…And still… I believe You are working. I feel the weight of yesterday’s disappointments pressing in…And still… I will praise You. Why? Because “still” is not weakness—it is…

How long, Lord?— from Psalm 13 Four times, David asks that question.Not once.Not twice.Four times. Ever been there? You know…Waiting.Wrestling.Wondering if God sees you, hears you, even remembers you? Psalm 13 is raw, real, even painful to read. It starts in shadows—“How long will You hide Your face from me?”—but it doesn’t end there. By…