Back in 2010, my second book was published. Truthfully, after my first book, I wasn’t sure I had another one in me. That first book was born out of one of the most crushing seasons of my life. To my surprise, the second book would also be forged in another refining fire. When our family weathered the 2008 recession, we lost everything—our home, our cars, our business. Walking through the painful and humiliating process of watching it all disappear, shame seemed to linger clos

Then one day, the Holy Spirit whispered something that changed everything: “You are the resource.”

I didn’t have an audience. In writing songs, I couldn’t play an instrument. I knew nothing about song structure. What I did know was how to obey.

Don’t confuse a cycle with a season. Don’t look at a repetitive moment and call it a season. Both have a repeat element.

Faith isn’t forged in the easy wins. It’s refined in the fires of waiting, in the silence between the promise and its fulfillment.

What if the pain you’ve walked through wasn’t a setback—but preparation for authority?

Prayer is heaven’s might thundering through our surrendered weakness.

The Gardener is patient. And He’s not afraid to dig deep, prune back, or move you. Because He sees the bloom inside you:

When God speaks a promise over you, it often sounds like this: “I have a great idea—and I want you to be part of it.”

If you find yourself there today—lonely, questioning, even grieving—know this: you’re not being punished. You’re being prepared.

As the weekend begins, I pray you rise today with renewed strength and holy confidence.

We recently had a heavy rainstorm roll through our area. It was one of those surprise downpours that leaves everything drenched, muddy,...

One morning I ached with an overwhelming desire to run in my call, but knew I couldn’t.

Areas where we have faced pain, endured trauma, or felt loss, create authority in us and over them.

Being courageous is not an emotion, it’s a decision. It’s a grit that wells up in us, making us brave enough to reach for a doorknob and

The ones who lived their lives with their hands on the handle were ready for the beckoning of the King. Read that again.

Go in the strength you have. If there is one thing I have learned in my years of serving Jesus, is you don’t have to feel strong or...

The eyes of hope and a “Maybe this time” faith see river rocks as weapons. Trials as joy-producing seasons. It knows the great exchange

God’s promises have no shelf life. Even if it we feel like we're too old, or delays seemed to have robbed us of our purpose.

I can’t rush the end of winter. I need to honor the rest my garden needs and the transition that needs to happen…