One day in ministry, I felt very vulnerable, inadequate, and weak. That was unusual for me. I didn’t feel like the warrior. I felt fragile. I felt the weight of what I was carrying. Insecurity tried to creep in. For a moment, I found myself comparing. Comparing my weakness to someone else’s strength. Comparing my suffering to someone else’s victory. Comparing what I felt in that moment to what I thought prayer was supposed to sound like. Then I remembered something. The Holy

The parable of the talents has been stirring in me. James tells us that faith without works is dead. I’ve been thinking about how easy it is to pray like everything depends on God, yet forget that He also tells us He will bless the work of our hands. Our hands have to find something to do. For years, God has been building character in me. Faithfulness. Self-control. Wisdom. Understanding. Discernment. Those years weren’t wasted. They were preparation. But eventually preparati

As a teenager, one of my favorite says was: “I’m here for the party!” I thought I knew what that meant. Then, years later, I was reading a book when two simple words stopped me in my tracks. Celebration matters. I stopped reading and started thinking. When did I stop celebrating? Not birthdays. Not holidays. Life. So I looked up the word celebrate. Then I started looking through the Bible. God didn’t just command His people to worship. He told them to celebrate. He establishe

Most of what we admire in people was born in places we never witnessed. The faith. The wisdom. The compassion. The joy. The celebration. We see the fruit. We rarely see the roots. We hear someone share a testimony and forget there was a test. We see someone celebrate and assume life has always been light. We admire their faith without realizing how many ordinary days it took to grow. If you only knew. If you only knew how many prayers came before that testimony. If you only k

Yesterday, a devotional challenged me to walk back through my day. I almost wanted to skip the page. In this season of my life, I’m trying so hard to move forward. Looking back almost makes me feel captive. Even yesterday can feel painful to look back on, even when it was good. That alone made me stop and ask myself, why? I always thought it was because I didn’t want to live in the past. Now I’m not so sure. So I started replaying yesterday. I spent time with Jesus. I had a r

Something hit me today. I realized I have spent years managing things I do not have authority over. That one thought brought me freedom. I’ve spent a lot of years learning about authority. Praying about authority. Standing in authority. Teaching authority. But today I found myself asking a different question. What do I actually have authority over? Not what do I care about. Not what affects me. Not what concerns me. What has God actually given me authority over? The answer wa

I recently heard the words honor and value I realized I wasn’t sure I fully understood them. Then came another word. Respect. And suddenly I found myself asking questions. What is value? What is honor? What is respect? How do they work together? And more importantly, do I actually live them? The more I thought about it, the more I realized we often confuse honor and respect. Many people believe respect is earned. And in many ways, it is. Respect is often built through charact

There have been many times I have loved and lost. I have loved with my whole heart and still watched relationships end. Some were seasons. Some were lessons. Some were painful re-directions I did not understand at the time. There were times I walked away in the wrong. Times I walked away after being wronged. Times I walked away in the wrong way. And more than once I tried to go back. Repair. Restore. Repent. Yet separation remained. For a long time I thought endings meant fai

There was a moment recently where I noticed something subtle, but powerful someone placed blame on another person. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t aggressive. But it was clear. And as I listened, I realized how familiar that pattern is not just in them, but in all of us. Blame has a way of simplifying complex situations. It narrows everything down to a single conclusion: this is your fault. But in doing that, it removes the opportunity for self-reflection. It keeps us from asking

There is a question I’ve been sitting with lately: Lord, where am I giving from fullness, and where am I giving from hunger? At first, I didn’t understand the difference. I thought love was love. Serving was serving. Giving was giving. But the longer I sat with the Lord, the more I realized that sometimes we give because we are overflowing. And sometimes we give because we are starving. Sometimes we spend years being the strong one. The dependable one. The encourager. The hel

We are living in a time where answers are instant. Need advice? Search it. Need comfort? Scroll for it. Need wisdom? Ask AI. Need direction? Watch another sermon. Information is everywhere. But information and intimacy are not the same thing. One of the quiet dangers of this generation is not always rebellion. It is substitution. Sometimes we do not walk away from God. We just slowly replace dependence on Him with dependence on something easier. The Holy Spirit is the

My older writing makes me smile. She was full of passion and fire. Unapologetic. You can feel it in her words. Swinging hard. Sounding alarms. She was always in warfare. And honestly… I love her for that. She taught me resilience. She prayed hard. Fasted hard. Stood hard. Everything felt urgent. Everything was spiritual warfare. But I smile now because I see growth. No longer sleeping with my boots on. Peace time looks different than war. Battles come but the

There is something sacred about mornings. Before the noise. Before the pressure. Before the world starts asking for everything I don’t feel ready to give. Mornings at the Cross are not rushed. They are not polished. They are not about having perfect words or perfect faith. They are about coming back. Coming back to the place where everything begins again. Where mercy meets me before expectation does. There I remember I am not held together by strength, but by grace. Some m

I look back at what I did and I see it through today’s eyes clearer, sharper, a little more understanding. But I wasn’t standing where I stand now. I didn’t know what I know now. I was learning in real time with a heart still being shaped. So I release the need to judge yesterday with today’s clarity. There is grace for what I did not see. Grace for what I did not yet understand. Grace for the version of me still in process. The Cross doesn’t meet me in arrival. It meets me i

Good morning, The sole purpose of starting this page was to share a testimony I did not have yet. A testimony I KNEW God was bringing. I have been waiting to write this post since July. Sometimes life leaves a mark. Sometimes we face deep battles that change us forever. My faith was recently tested during one of those moments when my 26 year old daughter told me she had thyroid cancer. No mother wants to hear the words, “Your baby has cancer.” It is a deep and grievous pain.