Deeper Life: Claim the truth of who God created you to be

Today I’m running back in time, combing the fields of my life and uprooting all the weeds that grew from seeds of not enough. Seeds I threw into the wind before realizing how fast my beliefs could overtake reality… Today, I’m replacing lies with the fertile soil of God’s word and little buds of truth. […]

Finding beauty in the messiness of life

Who can take credit for the glamor of untamed wilderness? Meandering rivers, tangled forests, infinite shades of wildflower… I love how lavishly our Creator tosses seeds and allows them to grow freely. There’s something gorgeous about the messiness of life. If God wanted to, He could create a world full of structure and order. Instead, He created […]

Spiritual Journey: Finding God in the brokenness of our humanity

When did the foundation of your life begin to crack? What happened that shattered your illusions once and for all? There are a million ways for our hearts to break; There are a million reasons to fall apart; And thankfully, There is one God, who rushes in to seal every fissure with Love. On the […]

One step at a time

Faith is built out of one step into the unknown at a time. It’s takes courage to walk through mysterious doorways into God.

Unveiled

There’s a coarse black blanket that can shroud light for a while, but it doesn’t have the power to extinguish what God created. When we pray under the cover of darkness, eventually we grow so radiant that the Creator decides it’s time to unveil His work. With dramatic flair, He pulls the dark cloak off, and we experience the reason He […]

Repurposed

I don’t enjoy the process of being stripped down, laid bare, sanded and repainted- but how else can God preserve the essence of who I’m created to be, while also answering my prayers for transformation?

My spiritual writing journey

I shouldn’t be surprised I’m becoming a faith writer because I first felt a calling to write as a little girl at my grandmas kitchen table, while playing under a painting of the last supper. It wasn’t the artwork that influenced me, and it wasn’t my grandma either – at least not in a tangible […]