hope

what I wish they knew…

What does a room full of teenagers need to know about God?    That was the question I kept asking myself as I was prepping for our first breakfast club.    It felt like a big and daunting question because God is BIG. It also felt like a big and daunting question because of the…

eyes on the prize…

It is not easy being transparent about my struggles. I am well aware that it can make me look downright pitiful…and most of the time, I’m ok with that. I continue to share because I want others to see the POWER that is available to them if they press into Jesus. This is one of…

the lesson I learned about rest…

Resting.  I’m NOT good at it.  I don’t really do it because the entire time I am resting, all I can think about is what I should be doing instead of resting.    I prefer to run full speed. To get stuff done. To knock out my to-do list like a prize fighter.  Most of…

willing to be a fool…

I am willing to be a fool for you. That’s the promise that I made to God when I started writing. Through the good, the bad and the ugly, I vowed to be transparent so that others could see his tremendous love and power at work in my life. The journey has not been easy…

the power of the tongue…

I was trying to steer my overflowing cart through the crowded dairy aisle at Target, frantically checking my list to make sure I had grabbed everything.  My little guys were hitting each other and screaming for treats, which made it difficult to focus. I could sense that we were fast approaching a meltdown, so I…

still, I trust.

I would love to be able to say that I am navigating this time of hardship in our family with grace and joy. But the truth is that I’m struggling. Still, I trust. And I think that’s the heart of real faith – it’s daring to trust God and have hope that flies in the…

Her name was Hope…

I was almost home, only a block from my house, when I saw her lying there on the side of the road. An elderly woman had fallen into a snowbank and couldn’t get up. I slammed on my brakes, pulled over, and ran to help her. As I got closer, I could smell the alcohol.…

useless to useful…

Useless. That’s what they called him. Useless. It was literally the meaning of his name. Useless. Can you imagine if that was the word used to describe you? There is a man in the book of Philemon that was known for it. Onesimus was described by Paul as useless, and for good reason. He was…

when I hit rock bottom…

I still take a deep breath before I tell my story to someone new. A really big deep breath. Because my story is humbling. I’ve said this before, but it’s true: I’ve made all the mistakes. All of them. There is a reason I am so passionate about God and his love. There is a…

running the race…

I remember how I felt so vividly: the rush of adrenaline, the sweaty palms, the nervous stomach. On track meet days in high school, I was a wreck. The whole day. In the hours leading up to the event, before I even put on my uniform, my heart would start to beat faster in anticipation…