What Is Comfort Costing You?

Discomfort and reward often go together. I experience this every time I write. A blank page sits in front of me, and I have to fill it. Behind every word is a quiet prayer that somehow I will have something worthwhile to say. Sometimes the process feels hard. Sometimes I wonder where the words will [...]

By |2026-08-13T12:06:29-04:00August 28th, 2026|Categories: Belief & Faith|Tags: , , , , , , , , |

Talking With God Like It Matters

I’ll be honest. Prayer doesn’t come easy for me. It’s not that I don’t know I should pray. It’s that, deep down, I don’t always believe it works the way God says it does. Because if I truly believed prayer made a real difference, I wouldn’t treat it like an afterthought. I’d bring everything to [...]

By |2026-07-22T17:30:44-04:00July 24th, 2026|Categories: Belief & Faith|Tags: , , , , , , , , , , |

What Does Your Bank Account Reveal

    I like happy endings, which is one reason I am so glad that the story of humanity—which began with sin—will one day end with man walking side-by-side in unbroken fellowship with God. But until then, we live with the ever-present reality that while relationship with God has been restored through Christ, we still [...]

By |2026-02-04T13:49:36-05:00February 12th, 2024|Categories: Financial|Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

Is This What You Were Made For?

Discomfort and reward are not always exclusive. Discomfort sometimes accompanies me when I write. The blank page that must be filled and a prayer that I’ll somehow, some way have something worthy to say is behind every sentence, every semicolon, every period. But great reward always replaces discomfort once the puzzle pieces of thoughts and [...]

By |2024-02-01T17:05:19-05:00February 8th, 2024|Categories: Belief & Faith|Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

Kingdom Living Is Child Like Faith

Have you noticed that little girls know how to dream? If you ask any elementary-school girl what she wants to be when she grows up, she’ll prob­ably give you a list as long as her list for Santa. I picked up my friend’s five-year-old daughter, Alyssa, from school one afternoon. As acting mother, I did [...]

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