Faith Over Chaos

So, my husband and I were talking about trials—because that’s what spiritually nerdy couples do on a casual Friday night—and he dropped the phrase “stumbling blocks” like it was just normal conversation. —and my brain immediately went full spiritual metaphor mode. I pictured this street. It was a mess, a…

Well, this is a tough one. I know I’m supposed to take every thought captive, but today? Today they’ve staged a jailbreak. I’ve been thinking and overthinking—trying to wrangle my brain into obedience—but honestly, God, You might have to take the reins on this one. Because right now, my thoughts…

Well, that’s just unfair. Ever had one of those days where you look up at the sky and say, “Really, Lord? This is how we’re doing things now?” Like, I’m over here trying to walk the walk, talk the talk, and not throw the nearest object at anyone—and still, life…

So there I was, allegedly running on the treadmill. Okay, fine — walking. Power walking? Casual strolling? Let’s just say the treadmill was moving and so was I, and that’s what counts. No judgment, right? But here’s the weird part: I kept drifting to the right. Not metaphorically — like,…

Let me just start by saying: I am a professional advice-giver. I dish out wisdom like it’s 50% off and I’ve got a coupon. I write about Eden Thinking, walking with God, seeking Him first, and letting trials refine us like gold. I even use scripture references like seasoning—just enough…

Let me peel back the curtain a little more. I was a pregnant teenager—16 years old, 1990. Back when families didn’t have a roadmap for this kind of thing, just a whole lot of fear and a hope that someone else might know what to do. So my parents did…

I was reading today and—surprise!—it poked the self-loathing control freak. That inner critic? She’s got the voice of a high school mean girl who majored in passive aggression and a barista who spells your name wrong on purpose. Together, they formed a snarky little duo named “Not Enough.” Ever felt…

Welcome to Faith Over Chaos, where we trade panic for peace and Pinterest perfection for Eden Thinking. Today’s post is a little raw, a little funny, and a lot real — because sometimes the biggest spiritual battles happen in the quiet corners of our homes. I’m near the end of…

To list every tragedy, trial, and trauma I’ve faced would be overwhelming—and frankly, exhausting. I’ve lived through more hospital visits, emergency calls, and ICU bedside vigils than I ever signed up for. At one point, my youngest son—after being shot in the head and lying in a trauma bed—looked at…