I was a single mom for nearly two decades, and it was during that same season that I became a Christian. Most of those years, I longed for marriage. I truly believed that if I married a Christian man and I was a Christian woman, we’d have an amazing marriage and life would be great. So, I set out to find a husband—even though, if I’m honest, I wasn’t anywhere near ready to be a godly wife. During that time, I was part of a small group at church filled mostly with married cou

We tend to lean into busy because being still somehow feels less than. For years, I was a true busybody. I signed up for every committee, volunteered for every event, and ran from one thing to the next—with kids in tow. I thought that’s what the Christian life was supposed to look like—constant doing. I knew about the story of Mary and Martha, about the beauty of sitting at Jesus’ feet, but I didn’t think that was meant to be a lifestyle. I thought it was something you did oc

Years ago, I was watching Oprah talk about being thankful. She said if you can’t think of anything to be grateful for, be grateful you’re breathing. Fast forward years later—I had become a Christian, and God began to convict my heart about how often I focused on what I didn’t have instead of what I did. Then I came across the verse that says, “Enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise.”  (Psalm 100:4 NIV) It reminded me of Oprah’s challenge, and I decided t

Anxiety loves to whisper “what if.” What if I fail? What if they don’t like me? What if it all falls apart? That tiny phrase can spiral us into endless scenarios that haven’t even happened. Our bodies react as if every imagined disaster is already real—heart racing, muscles tense, breath shallow. I’ve spent more than a few nights stuck in those loops. But something shifts when we replace “what if”  with “even if.” Even if  it doesn’t go how I hoped, God will still be with me.

I think we’ve all done it—had a long, emotional day and thought, I just need to zone out for a bit.  So we scroll. We snack. We binge-watch. We convince ourselves it’s “self-care.” But here’s the truthbomb: numbing isn’t healing—it’s avoidance dressed up as rest. I know that sounds harsh, but hear me out. There’s a huge difference between resting  and escaping.  Rest restores your body and mind. Numbing just hits pause on the pain. And when you unpause, the same feelings are

We all say we want growth… until it gets uncomfortable. We want peace, but we also want control. We want healing, but we don’t want to...