You don’t have to be “fine” today. Set down the expectations. Release the checklists in your mind. The ones that say things like “act like you’re fine” and “get it all done.” Those are not the...


You don’t have to be “fine” today. Set down the expectations. Release the checklists in your mind. The ones that say things like “act like you’re fine” and “get it all done.” Those are not the...

Do you feel weighed down today? Maybe worries, cares, items on your to-do list, and expectations feel heavy, like rocks in your backpack that make your shoulders and soul ache. Pause for a moment...

I shared part of what God has been teaching me this summer here, and today we're going deeper. If you've felt pressure to be a "good girl", I hope this encourages you. I’m sitting in my counselor’s...

I sometimes picture a system that operates on the principle of more people in my life = I’m a more loving person. But love isn’t about the number of people we have in our lives, “likes” we get...

We're all living through a strange season of separation. We're physically separated by six feet and masks, emotionally separated from many of the activities we used to share together, mentally...

{my graphics are free goodies for you} Imagine you can know a secret that will make any relationship in your life more likely to last. This secret is small, quick and costs nothing. Like a tiny...

Let's talk about how loved you are. Here's what I want to share with you today to remind you to pause and embrace your life -- no matter how messy it is: Listen: Dare to Be Who You Are (More than...

{my graphics are free goodies for you} The longer I am on this spinning earth the more I know this to be true: Love is hard and beautiful and doesn't come naturally to any of us. We all need the God...

I'm writing this from a hospital room. Three weeks ago my Mom had emergency double bypass surgery. I flew to Texas to be with her. What followed has been a journey of ups and downs, twists and...

I lay my head on the pillow, soft cotton against my cheek like the palm of a mother’s hand, but I can’t be soothed. Even when I close my eyes, when the blackness comes, I can still see the fists...