Guilt whispers,“You did wrong.” A wound that can be tended, a path that can be chosen differently. But shame… Shame says, “You are the wrong.” It tries to stitch itself into your name, to turn a moment into an identity. It grows from sins we’ve done and sins done to us…and there is a quiet kind of death in living beneath its shadow. Yet God calls us into the light. He has changed you. He has claimed you. He has named you as His. Heaven will not hold the labels earth tries

Dizziness… anxiety… fear… These have been tangled up in my body for six long years. They’ve shaped my days, my decisions, my movement, even my hopes. I have prayed — oh, how I have prayed  — for physical healing. I’ve prayed for the dizziness to stop, the slosh to settle, the sensations to finally let my nervous system rest. And for most of this journey, that’s been my singular focus: God, please heal my body. But recently something in me shifted. I found myself praying a dif

Why do we tend to wait until death comes to speak of how someone has impacted our life? They deserve to hear it now… while their heart can still receive it, while their soul can still be lifted by the tenderness of our love. Life is too short to hold it inside. Say the words. Give the hug. Share the smile. Don’t wait for a better time to do the things… today is holy ground. Show love not only in what you say, but in what you give…a gift of you that carries meaning, a kindness