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

Part 2 — Naomi & Ruth: Mentorship Through Shared Life If Moses and Joshua show us mentorship through leadership, Naomi and Ruth show us...

(Series Introduction + Part 1: Moses & Joshua) When Jesus rose from the grave, He didn’t leave behind books He had written or...

There was a season in my life when I avoided Proverbs 31 altogether. It felt like a checklist I was doomed to fail. Single mom. MBA...

While headlines roar and sanctuaries fill with collective mourning, I have carried my own smaller sorrow—an unfulfilled hope, a door I longed to see open but that instead quietly closed. It has left me wondering if I am unlovable, if God’s answer is no, or if I have somehow not become the woman He needs me to be. These are questions I don’t have tidy answers for. They rise in the night, uninvited, and they press close to the heart.

And over time, I learned something sacred: the valleys did not break me. They bent me low, pressed me deeper, and anchored me in the One who holds all things together.

The Tender Beginning There is a sacred beauty in the first steps of faith. When you first say “yes” to Jesus, the world looks different....

“ But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” (Luke 2:19, 51) As I sit quietly this Mother’s Day eve,...

If cleaning were a love language, I’d be swooning in spring! Oh, spring! The flowers are bursting with color, the birds are singing in...

We can sum up what God wants us to surrender in one word: everything