When we don’t feel good enough, we may also wonder if what we do matters. The ordinary can seem so… small. The conversation no one else hears. The meal made again. The text sent. The prayer...


When we don’t feel good enough, we may also wonder if what we do matters. The ordinary can seem so… small. The conversation no one else hears. The meal made again. The text sent. The prayer...

Think of the last time you felt stressed. Maybe it happened in your car, your kitchen, a conversation, a waiting room, or while scrolling through your phone. Stress often rises when the outcome...

Confession: I’ve sometimes treated love like a reward for what I do rather than something to freely receive. I might even have acted that way, oh, at least a dozen times so far this week. You too?...

We're halfway through 2026. Maybe, like me, you're wondering, How did it go by so fast? My Granny Eula will celebrate her 95th birthday this Friday. Her life motto is, "Open door, open heart." She...

There’s something about this time of year that whispers that something new is possible. You can feel it in small ways. The light lasts a little longer. The air shifts. There’s a sense that what felt...
What can we know for sure? In a world full of news headlines and shifting opinions, uncertainty and endless scrolling, so many of us are asking that question. We long to know what’s real and true....
This week has been full of unexpected challenges. Maybe I'm not the only one? I sat in our cozy brown leather chair this morning and wrote this prayer. I'm sending it your way in case you or someone...

“There’s something wrong with me.” I’ve heard that sentence from dear friends, resilient clients, and strangers whose conversations I can’t help but overhear as I write in coffee shops. It’s usually...

I love the New Year—the hope, the possibilities spread out before me like the blank pages of a journal. I love to dream, set goals, imagine what could be. But this year, we’re almost to the end of...

The phone call comes. Hard news on the other end of the line. I listen and nod. By the time I hang up I feel a weight on my shoulders, like it all depends on me. I begin to worry. This is what I can...