Avoidance of prayer can look like procrastination. Perhaps we’re carrying unconfessed sin that can affect our openness and confidence to approach the throne. Self-reliance or pride often whispers, “We’ve got this.” Remember Jonah, who avoided God’s directives by fleeing in the opposite direction from Nineveh? He couldn’t hide from God, and neither can we. Jesus is our mighty counselor, and He wants us to come as we are

Scripture is everlasting and true. When our own words run dry, nothing is more pure than breathing God’s Word into our rhythms of prayer. Writing Scripture as prayer binds it to our hearts and invites the Holy Spirit to faithfully echo Truth when our human capacity fails.

It is so easy to fall into the trap of worrying about world events, particularly wars and rumors of war, we are hearing about in the news right now. The media shows us horrific details of bombed-out buildings and burned-out homes. People fleeing and parents weeping. Then God reminds me... 

Spring is a season of invitation—an opportunity to release what feels heavy and make room for what brings life. The Spring Reset is not about extremes or perfection, but about alignment: nourishing the body with vibrant ingredients while creating space for spiritual clarity and renewal.

“A fresh start for your home, welcoming light, life, and joy.” Spring is nature’s invitation to let go of the old and welcome new energy into our lives—and our homes are the perfect place to start.

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?

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.

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).

Our behavior was never the basis for our Father’s love. That was settled at the cross when Jesus suffered, died, was buried, and rose again. At salvation, we exchanged our self-righteousness for His righteousness. We are seen as spotless. We’re His beloved.

Kelley Tyan is a faith-forward Christian mindset coach, speaker, and mentor who helps ambitious women grow in bold faith, God-confidence, and purpose. With a powerful story of overcoming breast cancer, building multiple businesses, and raising a faith-filled family, she equips women to rise with courage and lead with confidence—whether in the workplace, business, or at home. She is the founder of the Pray Lead Empower movement and host of the Chosen by Jesus podcast, wher

The slow cadence of small, white-capped waves slides against the sand, rolls over beach wood, and washed-up stones. Between horizon and water, there isn’t much difference between the blues. Wisps of clouds hang in the azure sky, mirroring the sparkle of the lake with a shimmer of its own. My legs stretch, weight shifting on a driftwood log lodged with sand as I take my time exhaling a long-kept breath

Many of us even heard those pointed words growing up: “Shame on you,” accompanied by a wagging finger. Raised to be a good, obedient, nice girl, you re-double your efforts, especially with God, to silence the shame.

For so many years, I tried to manage a life of constant busyness. My pace was rush, rush, rush — day in and day out. It felt like all I did was shuffle my kids around, toting them to-and-from private school, a 25-minute commute each way. For several years, when they were on different schedules, I drove this path back-and-forth several times a day. Five years of this wore me down.

I still remember the moment I had to face that question myself. It was my 43rd birthday, and I was in so much pain—physically, emotionally, spiritually. I had been struggling with chronic autoimmune diseases for over a decade, visiting specialist after specialist, while slowly watching my health, my relationships, and my joy fall apart. I was overweight, in constant pain, emotionally unstable, and spiritually weary. I had withdrawn from friendships. My marriage was strained.

Sisters, abiding is not passive. It is a powerful posture of trust. It’s a lifestyle of staying near, being nourished by God, and allowing His life to flow through ours. 

When you find your strength in God and seek Him each moment of every day, you will find that sense of balance. You may tip to the side, but nothing will prevail against you. The world may rage around you, but you will stand solid because your trust is in God. He is faithful, He is consistent.  He will keep you standing.

Living a balanced and meaningful life requires more than just physical or mental effort—it requires a relationship with the living God. As believers, we are invited into a deeper connection with our Creator through Jesus Christ, empowered daily by the Holy Spirit.

Domestic violence affects millions of individuals and families every year, transcending boundaries of age, gender, and socioeconomic status. The consequences are profound, leaving victims scarred emotionally and physically.

This morning, I was praying and asked the Holy Spirit to give me ideas to expand my territory (Jabez Prayer). I expected practical direction, maybe a to-do list, or a nudge toward new goals. Instead, I felt a gentle and sacred invitation: “Look at Jesus. Not just as God—but as a man.”