This week, I realized that “spiritual funk” was starting to set in. My quiet time was turning into a ritual again. I was reading to check off something on my list, but my heart and spirit were not connecting with the mystery and the glory of the page. I needed to revive my stagnant heart….
Tonight I listened as a friend shared she feels dead inside. Reading God’s Word seems like a chore on her to-do list, and she’s not really praying because she’s not even sure it matters. We sat at my dining room table, and I wanted to reach over and give her a hug. I totally…
What are you planning to do? I’ve heard this question a few times this month. My life is kind of falling apart right now. After years of holding on for dear life on a shaky foundation of self sufficiency, I am now flat on my face before God. I can’t fix this one. I am…
Discouragement tried to sneak back into my soul this week. The big bully knew I was home sitting on the couch waiting, and so he whispered twisted lies in my ear as I sat in the quiet. I wanted to hear from God. I had my Bible open and my pen in hand, but I…
I want to experience the resurrection power of Jesus at work in my life. Really, I do. But most days I am blinded by fear. I can’t see Jesus at work in my circumstances because I am too busy trying to fix everything myself. I am exhausted, y’all. “Fix it” is not faith. “Fix it”…
The answer was NO. I sat quietly listening to the explanation as everything fell apart, and my dreams for the day slipped out of my shaky fingers. I’d held on tightly for so long — I thought if I just tried harder or prayed longer I could keep everything in my grasp. But the answer…