
Sitting in Silence:
When God Protects You in the Storm Sometimes I pray and hear nothing.Not because God isn’t listening, but because He’s already answered in a way I haven’t yet recognized. Lately,

When God Protects You in the Storm Sometimes I pray and hear nothing.Not because God isn’t listening, but because He’s already answered in a way I haven’t yet recognized. Lately,

A view of Cadillac Ranch “I Am That Friend” was my final post before our world was stopped by a pandemic and then diverted in many different directions. In that

don’t know when or if I have praised God for who He has made me, who I am, let alone embraced the thought.

Freedom is limited under our own strength Feeling Trapped While I understand and cherish the fact that my freedom is in Jesus, I have to admit, in my day to

Today I have a choice. Even though I feel like the choice has been made for me. In actuality I always have a choice.

It is difficult to depend on moments which lack any type of demand as a moment of rest. The feeling of constant preparation for the next challenge is usually swirling in my mind.

One of the many times this boy was in the hospital and he had Mom all to himself. My desire to please the Lord is steadfast. I want nothing more

Parenting is hard enough, but when your child carries the invisible weight of trauma, the rules change. What works in a “typical” home doesn’t always apply, and what looks like

A wandering Ben in the kitchen, awake before anyone else. What could he be up to? The fact is, we can’t outrun God. As is written all throughout His Word,

From a fellow control freak, I get it, that fear of not knowing. That desperate attempt to make sure every loose end is tied, every plan is perfect, every “what