I have a tendency to take on the pains and struggles of others, as well as carrying my own, until I feel myself starting to crack.

If I have to wait a second more than what I consider “fair,” I panic and start wondering if my faith is working.

When hard times happened, they focused on asking for boldness to proclaim the Word of God.

Jewish culture addressed her as a woman because she was old enough to be married, but she still had much to learn.

I used to dread one particular family gathering at Christmas.

“Don’t ever forget the beauty of what you have here—even when it’s not a holiday.”

“I’ve been thankful all my life that my parents taught me there’s a God who sees me.”

If we listen to our culture and the world around us, our thankfulness hinges on circumstances which are out of our control.

Sometimes I think we’re using the wrong auto-correct when we try to commune with God. We think we know his expectations, so we hear what we think he should be saying.

If we’re told to wait, what are we supposed to do in the meantime?

If our motives are pride and selfish ambition, we are like an apple pie made with chili powder. 

This is why Jesus Christ died. It was so we could be saved from our hiding, our alienation, our boundaries of comfort that end up dividing us and hurting others.

Even when I don’t see those truths in the middle of my anxiety, Jesus never changes, even when my anxiety does.

Does anyone memorize what Boaz said to Ruth when he first met her?

They had suffered as slaves for so long that it was easy to see themselves as insignificant. They had a victim mentality.

He needed to figure out something about me, and he was going to do it, no matter how gross, painful, or arduous his thought process appeared to me as his mama.

She looked at me and said, “I am going to pray that God gives me a bike for a quarter.”   

Cynics! They can be devastating to our faith. And they are everywhere. Their very demeanor asks, “Where is your God?”

“You would be so much cooler if you weren’t a Christian

The uncertainty of our times is wearing. I’ll admit that. But if it is increasing our dependence on God