If someone were to ask me what I struggle with the most—what I haven’t been able to surrender 100% to my creator and savior, what I don’t want to talk about—I would have to say shame. There are days when shame envelops me like a well-crafted quilt, carefully stitched o...
Last Monday, I went through all of my snippets of notes and actually wrote out all of the blog posts that I had outlined, or just jotted down an idea for, over the last few months. I was possibly going to gush about the strange euphoria that comes with nearing the end...
My dear editor has been hard at work, sloughing through my three-year-old manuscript, eliminating thousands of adverbs, and most frequently, telling me to break up my extremely long sentences (like this one. Sorry, Tiffany). You see, I like commas. I don't claim to alw...
There’s a truth in this world I find more troubling than any other.
People are scared of Jesus. To them, his name is a threat. They have heard terrifying things about him. Every day, they see atrocities happen in his name.
When I met Jesus, the real, living, loving God....
Recently, I was at an event at a church. Generally, I try to avoid “events,” but this one had tea…so…
Anyway, it also had one of those get-to-know-you bingo cards. If you are unfamiliar with them, you essentially have a group of squares on a sheet of pape...
Have you been sowing seeds and are still waiting for them to sprout? Have you been working hard towards a call from God and are waiting for the blessings to follow? Does it feel like you’ve been walking through a dark tunnel and you aren’t sure if there even is an end...
I'm noticing a theme. Perhaps you have seen it too. More so even than the usual early-January-new-years-resolution vibe, I’m seeing people wanting, hoping, dreaming, and even expecting more from this year—specifically, expecting more from God this year.
