dear friend,

I just don’t want my kids to have to go through what I did. Won't my childhood trauma affect my kids?

How can friends help us out of a jam?

Why is it sometimes so hard to receive a gift?

What would you say to your mom when she no longer knows you?

I spent the last two days trying to get into an Amazon locker. I wonder if it stayed locked on purpose.

Struggling to find confidence to do something great? To make an impact? To let your light shine?

I see you. The curtains drawn. Every ounce of energy you have goes into just making it through.

What--or whom--do you lean on?

You and the other children race toward Jesus… You can’t say what you’re longing for exactly. You just know you must get near him.

He hasn’t written a hit song yet. He hasn’t built a skyscraper—even out of Legos. Yet I delight in this baby of mine.

When given crumbs, do you have courage to ask for more?

What do we do in not-yet-good situations?

Can the hard truth also be loving?

Where can we turn when it's weeping season?

How is my life lining up? Do my thoughts, words, and actions match up with the person I am called to be?

How can a little gem tucked away help on a rainy day?

Do you feel seen?