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.”

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

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.

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…

Kindness is the salt to the meatiness of love. Kindness enriches love and seasons it as it pulls out its fullness of truth.

Grief has a way of making us feel connected to what we’ve lost, but it’s meant to help us adjust to the emptiness we endure.

I can spin many plates, serve from some pretty burned-out places, and still care for them well. But this is not genuinely living well in the

Ruth chapter two is the introduction of a widow capturing the eyes of the owner of the field. Her reputation and her heart was an...

I know she is messy, naughty, a bit of a troublemaker, and can make quite a stink. But she knows I love her and is unafraid to seek me out.

February is a time to belly up to the table, scootch in closer to the fire, draw near, tuck a way, return to our first live.

a lot of times we need to recognize the weakness in order for it to be dealt with. We need to not be afraid of it. Voice what it is, and not