I’ve been on mountains like this. No, thank God, I have never literally been on a mountain during an earthquake! But I’ve climbed the wrong mountain. I’ve made things that shouldn’t be mountains into mountains that I then clung to until they slipped into the sea, leaving me soaking wet and looking for a life raft.  

We’ve heard a few responses, and we don’t want these thoughts to keep you from registering.

This year, I have been drawn back to the “one anothers” in the Bible and, finding myself a little short, am thinking this may be a place to start. But let me back up.

I was a single woman in my 30s; I desired to be married, but I wasn’t really dating. I had also spent the past four summers on short-term mission trips and found it easier to talk about Jesus with strangers than with people in my life. So, without much thought, I picked the word RISK, representing a willingness to move out of my comfort zone and try new things. 

As each year winds down, I become reflective about a number of things; the topics vary. I usually think about how God has used me during the year and how I have grown. I look back at how I gave and how I served. And, I look forward in expectation of how God will continue to move in my life.

I could hear my great-grandmother Cleta Mae, but my five-year-old self didn’t come out from hiding under the bed.  I don’t really remember why I was hiding in the first place, but when I didn’t come out after the first or second or third calls, I knew I was going to be in trouble.  My grandmother, Charlie Marie, arrived, and it didn't take long after that for them to find me.  I think I tried to pretend like I had fallen asleep, but there was no need to try to avert punishmen

When It is Finally Your Time. Someday, I’ll have the time and space to invest in myself again. Someday, I’ll be more than just the caretaker, planner, and giver. But as any mother knows, someday can feel like a moving target, always just beyond reach. There’s always another nap to coordinate, another snack to make, another phase to survive.

One might ask, how did that servant feel getting his portion- this strategic portion given by the Master, according to each person's ability? Depending on your personality, you may feel that the servant would ask, "Why only 2?" I must admit, Friends, the two have intrigued me. In fact, that conversation has been sitting with me since the discussion 2 Sundays ago. Two.

I honestly don’t know how to sit down and write a feel-good blog post for well-meaning Christian women to read right now. 

The danger of Instagram’s algorithm on my life is probably something I should take more seriously; however, a year ago, the Lord used a...

Before I started serving women, I was serving people with disabilities. I worked for an international sports organization that oversaw the Paralympic Games, not an easy task with so many layers of people, politics, cultures, and languages. At the time, this was my dream job. I got to combine my passion for the power of sport with serving a community that was so dear to my heart.

Today, I want to talk to you about a time when God convicted me about my “I” problem. The last time I wrote for this blog, I spoke about how the temporary loss of my physical sight led to clarity in spiritual sight. As I learn to embrace God for who He is and see Him in truth, I needed to recognize that I have an “I” problem.

Merriam-Webster defines sin as an offense against religious or moral law; an action that is highly reprehensible; or a serious shortcoming. Biblically, 1 John 3:4 says that “in fact, sin is lawlessness,” a pattern of behavior that shows disregard for God’s law. 

This spring I really discovered a love for cookies –not just the ones you make at home, but the ones from Cookie Society. It’s incredible...

The picture above was taken when I was walking one morning. I thought it was stunning so I stopped to soak it up. But of course as with...