I glanced down at my phone and read 3 words that unnerved me immediately: “At the ER.” I’d spent the afternoon adventuring with a friend. We’d taken silly selfies and slurped down yummy smoothies as we walked around the store. Three words turned my smile upside-down and elevated my heart rate. I didn’t sleep much…

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….

  The events of this week hang heavy on my heart. As I watch the news coverage, I wish I could just press a permanent pause button on the wickedness in this world. Jesus, help us! This simple prayer was the cry of my heart this week. My soul longed for Jesus to come down…

Last week, I sat at a table with 9 strangers, yet I felt loved, accepted, and understood. Gathering with women to study the Word of  God is like covering yourself with a warm blanket in a blizzard. All around you the icy blast of the storm rages, but inside you are safe. You are secure….

I was lost in the pages of a good book with highlighter in hand when suddenly an uncomfortable situation demanded my attention. The medical secretary behind the window at the front of the waiting room was having an obviously heated conversation with someone on the phone, and her frustration mounted as she attempted to explain…

We live in scary times. North Korea is going to blow up the world any day now. Hurricane season turned into an atomic bomb in September, and  saluting the flag at a football game is suddenly a political power keg waiting to explode on the sidelines. And, to top it off, Jennifer Dukes Lee’s Doomsday…