-
Continue reading →: God at the Center (Even When Your Life Is Doing the Absolute Most)
I was sitting in devotion time just enjoying being with God, walking in my garden — you know, the Eden Thinking one I’m always talking about — when I read a tiny detail tucked into Numbers 1:53 that most of us skip right over. Because let’s be honest, the book…
-
Continue reading →: Identity Restoration for Real Women With Real Lives
Stop Calling Yourself What God Never Named You If I could gather every woman I love into my living room — the single mom running on caffeine and crumbs, the lonely wife who feels invisible in her own home, the overworked executive who hasn’t taken a real breath since 2019…
-
Continue reading →: Rest, Rabbits, and the New Thing Blooming
When the Blur Finally Catches Up I woke up this morning and had a very dramatic realization: The last three months have been a blur. Not a cute blur. Not a “time flies when you’re having fun” blur. No — the kind of blur where you suddenly look around and…
-
Continue reading →: The One Sentence That Hijacked My Thoughts (in the Best Way)
I’m sitting here this morning, minding my own business, when suddenly my brain decides to host a full‑scale Broadway production starring… me. And the supporting cast? Every person I’ve ever interacted with, plus a few who probably don’t even remember my name. I read something earlier that said “what we…
-
Continue reading →: I am Hagar
I am Hagar. Hagar was a single mom—not because she made reckless choices, but because she obeyed the people who held power over her. She wasn’t perfect (join the club), but she did what she was told. And for fourteen years she walked around with her head held high because…
-
Continue reading →: Healing Through God’s Word: A Mother-Son Discussion
I had a conversation with my son yesterday. He’s a grown man, but sometimes his thinking slips into that teenage space—not because he’s a man (we’re not doing stereotypes today, thank you very much), but because of the brain injury he survived. Some days he’s fully his age; other days…
-
Continue reading →: She Didn’t Tug His Sleeve—She Reached for Prophecy
We all know and love the story of the woman who reached out and touched the bottom of Jesus’ cloak because she believed—down to her bones—that if she could just get her fingers on Him, she would be healed. If you haven’t read it in a while, you can find…
-
Continue reading →: I am Lot’s Wife
Lot’s wife doesn’t have a name. Well, I’m sure she does, but apparently the Bible decided, “Nope, we’re not doing introductions today.” Her entire lesson is short and blunt. It’s one sentence. And it’s not even a “here’s what not to do” verse — it’s more like the Bible pointing…
-
Continue reading →: Slip back into the garden with Him
Today, right in the middle of your chaos, stay in the light. Because let’s be honest — this morning the dishes are still dirty, the clothes are still in the dryer, the oldest son is still tangled up in lies, my husband is irritated with me, and work is piling…
-
Continue reading →: It Was My Turn
If you’ve been around here long enough, you already know about my ongoing back saga. If not, feel free to rewind to my The Backpack and the Beloved” blog post, where I confessed that I don’t just carry emotional burdens — I apparently strap them on like I’m training for…
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Faith Over Chaos 