I live interrupted. As a toddler mom, my thoughts turn to boisterous hugs and excited distractions. Even as I sat down to write this morning, Dillon ran over to watch my laptop screen and attempted to blow out the sweet smelling candle on the table next to me. Where was I again?
We are redeemed. Set free. Jesus paid the ultimate price, praise His holy name! Yet even as I praise the Lord for my redemption, it’s easy to forget what I’ve been redeemed into.
If you ever feel like you don't have time/brain-space/energy/room to pray, I can relate. Day job, family life, book launch, church ministry, the days all runs together. But it's in these seasons that we especially need to pray. So in the interest of time, and to be as helpful as possible, here are five tips for when you don't have time to pray.
God gives not only the mission, but the power to carry it to completion. Not to shrink back in fear. The opposite of timidity. You are not faint-hearted. You are powerful, endowed with love and blessed with self-discipline.
I was pregnant and now I'm not. I'm still in the thick of this one, so I have less than half figured out. Some days, grief hangs heavy around my neck and other times, it's a smelly onion I thought I'd gotten rid of until another painful layer peels away.
Growing up in church, advent meant a calendar with fun little doors to open and treats or pictures counting each day from the 1st until December 25th. As an adult, I…
Sometimes I don’t feel strong. Other times it’s even worse, and I feel weak … exhausted … lost. We’re taught that only the strong survive. To put on a brave face and soldier on. But what happens when I can’t soldier anymore? When my arms aren’t strong enough for the task, and my heart can barely hold on to the last strands of hope?