Lately, I’ve had the song “Known” by Tauren Wells  on autoplay — not as background noise, but as something my heart keeps reaching for. There is comfort in those lyrics I can’t seem to let go of. Comfort in knowing that the God who sees every part of me will never pick up the weapons formed against me. Comfort in knowing He isn’t the One who wounds — He is the One who was wounded for me.  The only hands that could judge me were pierced to save me. And somehow, that truth make

Discover how God works in the quiet moments of an ordinary week to heal past trauma, prune a critical spirit, and realign the heart. Through Psalm 139, this post explores spiritual growth, sanctification, emotional healing, and the tender way God reorders us from the inside out.

I used to think prayer was something we did — a box to check, a ritual to perform, a discipline for the devoted. But the first time, in the deep dark of night, that I honestly cried out to God, I realized prayer isn’t something we do at all. It’s someone we become.

Words have always captivated me. Maybe it’s the writer in me, or perhaps it’s the quiet way God wired my heart to notice the details of little things — the pauses, the turns of phrase, the syllables that hold more truth than we first realize. In college, one of my favorite classes was etymology — the study of the origin and history of words. I loved tracing how words were formed, how they shifted over time, how layers of meaning were carried across languages and centuries. Fo

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