We must lay what we’re carrying down at His feet and leave them there. Then there will be nothing to keep us from getting close to Jesus as we abide in Him. There is a woman in Scripture who shows us how she laid her burdens down so that she could abide, fully engaged, at the feet of Jesus. Let’s do Bible study!

Let’s just say it: nobody really prepares you for this season of motherhood. You know the one.  Where your daughter starts straddling the line between girlhood and womanhood, one minute  she’s asking you to braid her hair for church, and the next she’s shutting her door and asking for  “space.” 

So many tears. I never knew a person could cry as long or as often as I did in those first weeks after discovering my husband’s secret struggle with porn. The tears showed up without warning—in the shower, in the car, in the dark hours of the night when sleep wouldn’t come. I was sure the pain would stop once he fixed himself. After all, it was his fault we were in this mess. I told myself my healing would come when he finally got his act together.

There was a time in my life when I truly believed I had to do it all—and do it well—to be considered a “good” wife, mother, homemaker, and woman of God. Maybe it’s a firstborn thing, or maybe it’s just the weight of trying to live up to expectations I thought were mine to carry. But from an early age, I developed a pattern of pushing through, taking pride in my independence, and refusing to ask for help until I absolutely had to. And when I became a wife and then a mom—especi

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 I had withdrawn from friendships.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.

Seeking the peace of Jesus amidst the storms of life is no easy task. Being intentional is key—but how can we focus on intentionally seeking His peace when we feel overwhelmed by everything life throws our way?

In the messy parts of caregiving, there are calls for opening up to a new way of caring. Compassion became my lifeline, and it can become yours, too.

After spending 30 years in the classroom and raising two children of my own, I've seen firsthand how phones can either help or harm a child's development. As an experienced educator with over 67,000 hours working with kids, I've learned something crucial: the "right age" for a phone isn't about age at all – it's about readiness. My mission is to help parents raise kids who are smarter than their smartphones.

Over these decades together, I've discovered that the secret sauce to marriage isn't winning arguments or proving who's right (though, let's face it, I certainly tried!), but individually abiding in Christ. Trust me, my natural instinct was to "fix" my husband—I had excellent plans—but God patiently reminded me that Rick wasn't a DIY project.

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.

True freedom can feel just out of reach. But Scripture reminds us that freedom isn’t found in the absence of struggle it’s found in the presence of Christ.

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I declare that no weapon formed against their fatherhood will prosper. I bind every generational curse and release generational blessings. I speak life over every dry place and call forth a new fire in their hearts to lead, protect, nurture, and love as You do.

You are deeply loved—just as you are. A good father reassures his daughter that his love is not based on her performance or perfection. God says:“I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.” — Jeremiah 31:3

Abba doesn’t love us for what we do. He loves us for who we are

I want to share something personal—something that has shaped not only the way I love but also the way I see God.

As believers, we have the capacity to be the most joyous people on the planet. But are we? Am I? Sadly, the enemy knows the immense power of joy to carry us through the most challenging circumstances and will do everything he can to shut it down.

For a long time, I didn’t think I had a “real” problem. I wasn’t drinking every day—and that actually kept me stuck longer. I told myself I was fine because I could go days without it. But most weekends, I drank heavily. One drink was never enough. I couldn’t understand how people could casually drink and call it fun. For me, drinking was an escape—something that helped me cope, feel in control, and silence what I didn’t want to feel. But deep down, I knew it was quietly cont

My dad, ever steady, told me more than once that he wasn’t afraid. He had lived a good life. He was loved, and he knew exactly where he was going. That quiet confidence gave me peace. We had the gift of open conversations in those last months—saying everything that needed to be said. That brought a sense of closure, though the ache of losing his physical presence is deeper than I imagined

Wispy gray hair waved about as every inch of her wrinkled face smiled into the wind. When she lifted her face toward the sun, she closed her eyes as if in worship. In her silence, I could almost hear her heart praising God for another day to experience the beauty of His creation. God, I whispered, I want to be like her when I’m her age. Through the roar of the ocean, it was as though His gentle whisper answered my heart: Why wait? Those two words shook me from my complacency!