by Myra Johnson “Some patterns are inherited quietly. Ways of thinking and reacting. Ways of loving, hiding, surviving… even hurting. But what if generational curses are not fixed destinies—only patterns waiting to be noticed, challenged, and changed? Transformation begins with truth. You cannot begin to heal wounds you refuse to acknowledge. With a mindset of stewardship, strength, and wisdom gifted by the Holy Spirit, and an approach anchored in faithful love, we can build

You do a quick internet search, you’ll see that my story includes the devastation of an abortion of a wanted baby within the context of marriage. I write with a heart that will always lead with love and compassion on the topic of abortion, untangled from political opinions. This piece is intended to discuss how abortion, like other painful decisions, can sometimes stem from generational patterns within families that not only impact women but also men, extended families, and

You may not have had words for it then, but you could feel it. You knew something was off. So you learned to read the room. You learned when to stay quiet, when to keep the peace, and how to just keep going. You smiled, you showed up, you did what needed to be done, but under the surface your body was telling you, “Something is not right here.”

Reflecting on how careful I’ve always been to be the “good girl,” I began to recognize a hard truth: An outwardly polished “good girl” appearance didn’t necessarily mean a nourished spiritual life. In fact, my years of people-pleasing and perfectionism were entirely focused on one goal: image management.

Guilt and shame are dangerous. Because when you live this way, you aren’t just ashamed of something you’ve done or that’s been done to you; you’re ashamed of yourself. And it poisons everything else in your life.

By Nicole Roth See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are (1 John 3:1). “I just looked myself in the mirror,” I announced excitedly to my husband as I exited the women’s bathroom at a Christian conference we were attending. Looking confused, he replied, “Um, great, honey.” I reminded him about why this was such a big deal. In elementary school, I experienced significant rejection from my peers over a rumor I neve

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.