I used to think coming out of the dark would feel dramatic — like a sudden sunrise. Instead, it has felt more like walking a wooded path at dusk, the trees still thick around me, but light breaking through ahead. I am not who I was. Not because the storms disappeared, but because God has been faithful to grow something steadier in me as I walk.
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From Slavery to Sanctuary: What God Builds With Even Our Hardships
Reading Exodus 35–40 this week and something won’t leave me alone:
God used gold from Egypt — from slavery — to build His dwelling place.
He didn’t erase their past. He repurposed it.
Maybe He’s doing the same with ours.
unity matters…
Lately, God’s been slowing me down and showing me some things — not in loud ways, but in quiet, steady ones. I’ve been thinking a lot about… Read more “unity matters…”
Digging Ditches. . .
My reading took me to 2 Kings – a book I ordinarily find incredible and miraculous, but a long cry from the world we live in today. … Read more “Digging Ditches. . .”
Throw away the knock offs
A few months ago I started writing about an article on verywellmind about self-care. (How time gets so far away from me, I don’t know). But it’s… Read more “Throw away the knock offs”
Where faith and psychology meet . . .
In December, Very Well Mind published an updated article entitled “5 Self-Care Practices for Every Area of Your Life”. Lately, I’ve run into a few conversations in… Read more “Where faith and psychology meet . . .”
Redeemed
Being a parent is hard work. Regardless of the situation, it’s never simple. It is down in the trenches kind of work and not for the faint… Read more “Redeemed”
Facing my giants…
A few years ago, I read Louie Giglio’s Goliath Must Fall, and lately I’ve been thinking that it may be worth another read. Over the last few… Read more “Facing my giants…”
Just following orders
Human history is littered with atrocities that often boggle the mind and leave the following generations thinking that they would never be part of that type of… Read more “Just following orders”
It’s time . . .
There’s this giant bush in the yard right across the street from my parents’ house that the resident moose love to visit in the fall. When I… Read more “It’s time . . .”
The Me I was Meant to be 