Valentine's is a tricky holiday. It stirs up love, hope, longings, but also pain and disappointment. Memories. Hurts. And so, with a tender heart, I write about a love that I have learned, tasted and seen, a love that now anchors me through storms, heals shame, and enables me to…

I used to think my words didn’t matter. They were just raw feelings on a page, scribbled in notebooks, hidden away so that no one would find them. No one would know the depths of my sorrows, my anger, my depression. I was too much for anyone except the audience…

I needed Jesus’ love. I needed him for everyday challenges. He broke through with a song, sung over me, softening my heart as I peered out the train window at maple trees. He loves me, like actually, intensely. I had falsely believed he had been aloof, unconcerned about my suffering,…

Are you already feeling overwhelmed and behind? You're not. I've felt it, too. Even through Christmas break, I felt this pressure to put out emails just because that’s what I do on Fridays. But I pushed back against performing. I don’t want to put empty words in your inbox. Your…

"Mami, take a deep 'bref'" my two-year-old coaches me. A bit frustrating as I've been anticipating this week's Advent theme: peace.

As a little girl, I hoped Santa was real...But is it foolish to hope? No, it's brave. What if we could return to beautiful hope this Christmas season? Our hope is not in our circumstances, emotions, or outcomes. Our hope is in Jesus Christ. The Father knew we'd be walking…

There are seasons when your body is moving faster than your spirit can keep up, and rest feels like something you’ll get to “once things settle down.” (And somehow… things never quite settle down.) If that’s where you find yourself, you're in the right place.

Waiting can feel heavy, but God’s faithful. Find hope with 10 Scriptures for waiting and a free printable.

There’s a seat at the table for you. I’ve been waiting for you to slow down. The linen tablecloth is spread, fresh flowers smile and the kettle sings. All waiting for you to arrive. As you cautiously step in, I can’t help but give you a big squeeze. “You came!”…

Jesus took the food, blessed it, broke it, and gave it to the disciples to share with the crowd. From the front row to the skeptical critics lingering in the back, all were fed. The disciples wove through the crowd, picking up the leftovers from smiling faces with full bellies.

You’re not the house you clean, or the lunches you pack. You’re not the social media posts you create. You’re not the behavior of your children or the choices they make. You are not your occupation or what you wear. You are far more. Far more beautiful.

Jesus held his hands out wide to receive all the worries and fears I’d been carrying. I didn’t self-edit or polish it, but just told him the thought after thought. What else? He’d encourage me to go deeper. Let go of it, Sarah.