Stress doesn’t just live in our minds—it settles into our bodies. Tight shoulders. Restless sleep. A mind that’s always racing and can’t seem to turn off. Exhaustion that lingers. We often live with these things for so long that we start to accept them as normal.  So what actually happens in our bodies when we experience stress?

An Ode to the Praying Woman She settles herself in her prayer corner and opens her prayer box again It is overflowing with requests, all seemingly insurmountable  She looks up and is comforted when she sees Him  Her eyes question, “Which one today, Lord?” 

Prayer is not a one-time transaction, it’s a living, breathing relationship. It’s not something we check off a list or reserve only for emergencies. Prayer is our lifeline, our power source, our direct connection to a God who never grows tired of hearing His daughters call on Him. Just when you think you’ve prayed enough… pray some more.

At the hospital, I heard the diagnosis for the first time: Bell’s Palsy—a condition that causes temporary paralysis on one side of the face. The entire left side of my face was completely still—my eyebrow, cheek, and lips refused to move. For a moment, I felt defeated. Why now? Why me? Yet even in that moment, God’s Word rose in my spirit.

There are moments in life when prayer feels like the last thing we can do. Not because we do not believe or love God, but because our hearts are too heavy to lift the words. Crisis steals our language. Grief sits in the chest like a stone. Fear clouds our thoughts. Anger rises quietly, and sadness wraps itself around our spirit until even whispering “Lord” feels like too much.

As Christian women, using the Bible is the only way we will ever be able to quiet the noise and chaos around us and within us. Whatever you're dreading about this season, give it over to the Lord. What is that one thing that has ‘‘snuck up on you’’ yet again?

God keeps all of creation in His care in the unforgiving venue of winter. Just as Jesus was divinely protected until the appointed time of His sacrifice, as seen in John 7:30, so too are the creatures of the earth held within the sustaining hand of the Creator. The Psalms echo this theme—Psalm 104, for example, vividly describes how God provides food, shelter, and seasons for every living thing. Even in times of scarcity, there is a rhythm of divine provision and preservation

Pause with me to imagine that first Christmas night. Shepherds startled in the fields by angels declaring peace on earth. A baby, sleeping quietly, carrying the weight of God’s promise never to stop pursuing us. Joseph and Mary wondering at God's redirection of their lives.

1 John 4:8 tells us that God is love. John 3:16 says that God so loved us that He sent His only Son to grant eternal life to whoever believes in Him. Christ’s love for us led Him to the cross to die for us. In a world where our human understanding of love is blurry, how do we extend that relentless love that Jesus has for us? Here are 7 Ways to Love like Jesus:

Love is not just a feeling, or a theory, or a nice word. It’s action—it’s the way you treat people…what you do for others. Love will always cost you something: time, energy, effort, money, giving up your pride, doing what’s right when you don’t feel like it, and keeping a good attitude when you don’t get your way.

Love… Something that baffles us all. What does it mean, why does it exist, why it lingers, and dissolves. The impact it has on our mind, body, and soul. The way it inspires moments of both joy and pain. What we call “love” is more of an exchange when you think about it—one based on perceived value, how we make others feel, and the potential to like or maybe even love them if they meet certain criteria (insert a shopping list here).

Motherhood has a quiet way of exposing every fracture, every hidden fear, leaving you feeling as though you are always just shy of enough—especially when your daughter is a teenager. December, with its glittering promises of warmth and wonder, only sharpens the edges, turning small disagreements into storms and fleeting frustrations into waves of guilt. She presses against the boundaries of your patience, you push back in kind, and in the stillness, you recognize the reflecti

The holiday season is often wrapped in twinkling lights, cheerful music, and endless reminders to be merry. But beneath the sparkle, many hearts carry something deeper—grief, disappointment, longing, or loneliness. While the world tells us to choose joy, I’ve learned that sometimes, the most honest place we can stand during the holiday season is holding both joy and sorrow in the same hands.

Patience is a sacred surrender. Fall and winter are my favorite seasons of the year… nature’s invitation to slow down. But for caregivers, this quiet can feel more like uncertainty than rest. So much of caregiving is waiting for answers, for healing, for next steps we cannot see.

Putting God in the CEO seat transforms the way we approach our daily lives, our families, and even our businesses. Every decision, from how we structure our day to how we interact with clients or co-workers, is guided by a higher purpose. For me, that meant rethinking what success looked like. Instead of chasing numbers, titles, or worldly validation, I focused on aligning my business with my calling: to equip and empower women to live fully in God’s plan

Waiting. It’s not a word we love. We want movement, momentum, miracles—and we want them now. But what if the waiting season isn’t punishment... what if it’s preparation?

So why am I hooked on hectic? Why do I look for a sign to see whether this season is going my way? It’s as if I have this cookie-cutter idea of what I expect from the holiday, and if it’s a fraction of an inch different than my expectations, I moan and marvel at how it just doesn’t seem like the way I experienced it before. Goodness, how nostalgia can tempt and trap.

When I stopped chasing “perfect” holidays and leaned into the relentless love of Jesus, everything shifted. I realized I didn’t need to manufacture magical moments—I simply needed to abide in the One who is the source of joy and peace.

Our homes are living, breathing places that evolve as we do. Just as we grow through seasons of life, marriage, motherhood, and empty-nesting, our homes can grow with us, adapting to support how we live and love.

Every time I thought I had exhausted His grace, He poured out more. His relentless love found me right where I was–in the hidden basement I thought was too messy and too broken. And in His love, He offered me freedom. That’s the relentless love of Christmas.