When there’s nothing in the tank, there is more
The world is scary right now, but we can choose to hope anyway.
I show up because I can’t not. But I’m learning a new way.
How strong the gentle hands that shaped the world and lift me up.
There’s an invincible summer that lives within you–and it has a name.
What strange relief to weep thanks at the feet of the one who robbed you.
In this quiet season, there is a small voice whispering.
It is not Him who is slow; it’s me.
Building strength isn’t just about the lift.
A permission slip from Father to world on behalf of a very foolish daughter.
The Bible has lots to say about beginnings and endings–not so much about middles.
Lay down your burden of worry and guilt and trying to make everything okay when it is very not okay.