Extravagant love is never wasted.
Healing isn't a feeling. It's a battle in the trenches, and it's for the resilient strugglers, the exhausted hopers like you and me.
for the girl whose hope is gone
Jesus looks at me with compassionate eyes and invites me to tell Him everything. He will hear me. He won’t look away. He won’t scold me for struggling, for limping along this path.
Dare to Hope That He’ll Redeem Your Story
What if our deepest losses aren’t the end of the story, but rather the beginning?
God Sees Every Sentence of Your Story
My story is messy. My story has more conflict and drama than I’d hoped to encounter. My story isn’t one I’d want to see printed in ink on the pages of a book.
To the Student-Athlete Whose Season Just Got Canceled
When circumstances cut us down at the knees and we want to scream and call foul, we actually can choose what happens next.
one day at a time
What if the process of putting one mud-stained foot in front of the other is the messy pathway to the wild goodness of healing?
grief & pain & hope & Christmas
Grief at Christmas is hard. But Christmas is for your grief.
kill the good girl
“Kill the good girl,” I think. “It’s her time to die.”
A safe and kind and sturdy shoulder. A shoulder that says “I’m here for you” without saying a word at all.