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Psalms 90:12 reminds us to number our days and recognize that life is fragile yet meaningful. This isn’t meant to make us fear time, but to notice it, be grateful, and live intentionally. Numbering our days isn’t about counting how many we have left. It’s about paying attention to the ones we’re living right now, resisting autopilot, and choosing presence over hurry. I turned 52 last week, and this birthday felt more significant to me than turning the big 5-0. My mom was 52 w

Fatigue was setting in when the gym trainer called for a few more reps. “Your mind will stop before your body will!” she cheered. It was like she could hear my internal dialogue begging me to quit, telling me I had nothing left to give. But I put her encouragement to the test and turned my "I'm done" into "Yes, I can". Sure enough, my body's capacity proved my mindset had been limited. How often is this wisdom true in our lives, beyond fitness? How many times do we quit inter

Last week we hosted our small group at our home and I decided to bake a coconut cake from scratch. I’ve been hooked on The Great British Baking Show , so how hard could it be? After researching recipes and making a selection, I went to the store, bought the ingredients, started baking, realized I had the wrong kind of sugar, paused mid-process, went back to the store, started again, and followed the recipe as diligently as I knew how. It was a labor of love. Careful. Intent

I received a new Apple Watch for Christmas this year. It was meant to replace the one I’d been wearing for nearly eight years. My old watch had been giving me warning signs for a while. It wasn’t charging fully, and sometimes it didn’t want to power on. It was clearly nearing the end of its usefulness. And yet, after opening the new one, I kept reaching for the old watch instead. It was familiar. Comfortable. Known. Even though it wasn’t really serving me anymore, it felt ea

Over the past few years, I’ve become used to detours. As much as I would prefer a BIG NEON SIGN that clearly marks the road ahead, I’ve been learning to rest in the quiet assurance of God’s gentle guidance. That doesn’t mean it’s always easy.

You don’t have to be perfect to be purposeful. Your love is seen. Your effort matters. And your presence is enough. So go ahead and release the regrets. Let grace do what it does best: fill the gaps, cover the cracks, and remind you that love is the legacy that lasts.

Have you ever had the whisper of a dream or an idea that you knew was inside of you? Something that would bring you great joy if you tried it, but seemed so far out of reach and beyond your capabilities that you dismissed it as crazy talk? If you are nodding along, then I know exactly how you feel because I’ve felt that way too.

We can learn so much from God’s creation of the rainbow. Even through the sorrows and rains of life, when we can’t see the fullness of God’s glory or comprehend the whole picture from our earthly perspective, we have the hope of that Eternal Light. Sunlit rain reflects God’s rainbow of love infinitely around us.

Recently I spent 48 hours at Well of Mercy, a beautiful retreat center in Hamptonville, NC. Someone asked me before I went what I was hoping to gain from the time away with God, and I shared that I was doing my best to arrive without expectations. This was simply precious time to set aside to enjoy the quiet connection with our Divine Creator.

I bet if we asked ten different people to define what it means to be “blessed,” we'd probably hear ten different answers. Some might say it means being fortunate, favored, gifted, or privileged. Others might describe their blessings in terms of specific circumstances: being blessed with a good medical report, landing a promotion, or having a supportive circle of family and friends. I know I’ve often looked around at the people and circumstances that bring me joy and, with a h

In the last year, God has revealed to me that I lack connection with others and quality relationships. I’m realizing that I feel safer...

t started with a simple moment: my husband Chad pulled the orange juice I’d just bought from the fridge, examined the label, and...