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For the weary heart, your new beginning

So long, winter. Hello, spring!

What the Lord planted in the garden of your heart last autumn has taken root, awoken and is coming forth. Breaking the surface with fresh green.

I know it’s been a hard season. I know you’ve fallen asleep with a damp pillowcase. You’ve clung to promises from the Lord even when you couldn’t imagine them being fulfilled. You’ve struggled to put your feelings into words. And yet you endured. You’re longing for this spring as a new beginning. And I pray that it is.

The Hope Note: beauty in small beginnnings

Hope in bloom: Can you see the beauty in small beginnings? Little delights. Progress. No confetti moments. Quiet, unassuming. Subtle. Gentle. Day by day. Drinking in the sunshine and showers. Grace to slowly unfurl and wake from a long winter. One day you’re on a walk and notice sunshine daffodils nodding in the breeze while all else is bare. Hope blooms unexpectedly at times.

A love letter for the soul

prayer for the morning: God's unfailing love. Psalm 90:14. Breath prayer

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 flourish. The love of our Father, and the words he helped me write in my memoir, Love Letters from Poland. Poland was the place where I encountered his love. I’ll never be the same. Here’s an excerpt from my chapter, “Broken Treasures.”

You’re Not Behind

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 heart matters to me.

Brave, Beautiful Hope: An Advent Reflection

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 in darkness, without hope of saving ourselves.

When our “not enough” meets Jesus

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.

Can I be honest?

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.

A poem: For the woman who…

A poem: For the woman who… Come and take a seat at the table, there is a place just for you. For the woman… For the woman who has a mama,And the one praying for a mama-figure.I see you. For the woman praying for her children,And the one praying to have children.I see you. For […]

Hope of Restoration

Restoration requires intentional action. It calls us to let go of what weighs us down, to make space for rest, and to prioritize our well-being. God partners with us as he restores our hearts.