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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...

For the love of Pete can this just be over!? C an you feel the anticipated collective sigh of relief in the air? One sentiment unites us...

Last Friday evening, I was surrounded by a cozy blanket, girlfriends’ laughter, and cool, salt air. As the light of the harvest moon...

I know I’m not the only one who is overwhelmed by all the stories and videos of Hurricane Helene. Multiple times over the past several...

At the beginning of Summer, a post was added to the water near our beach house dock to serve as a foundation for an osprey nest. I...

Let’s start treating the woman in the mirror as we would treat a friend. Better yet, let’s see ourselves the way God sees us.

I think God gave us the ability to trudge because it’s the gritty posture that gets us through the ugly parts...

As we continue to dig a little deeper for breakthroughs from ruminating thought patterns, consider this action plan...

We’ve all been there at some point. The place where our minds get caught in the never-ending hamster wheel of repetitive thoughts.