Could that be us? Could we become so familiar with speaking constantly to our Father that when our families and work life overwhelm us, or when we have big decisions to make, or even when people around us mistreat us and spew hate, we instinctively tap our holy hotline button and pray without ceasing? That in the big and small things of our day to day moments, we heed what the will of Christ Jesus is for us and we rejoice, pray, and give thanks in all circumstances?

Today, my oldest son, Hayden, is 15! Monumental, sure, but also natural, for most people. We all remember turning 15, right? Wanting nothing more than the latest fashion jeans of the season, a dinner out with friends at your favorite restaurant (sans your terribly embarrassing parents, obvi) and to have your name put on the…

Years ago I wrote a blog post addressing what I felt the role of the “church” should be in the pro-life/abortion space. The overall sentiment was if we’re wanting to be the hands and feet of Jesus we should show up for those who are in such turmoil and distress that they would choose an…

I couldn't help but see all these weeks of hard work and this massive team of professionals who worked so diligently on our home and think only of my home in heaven. It made me remember how right now, literally this minute, Jesus is preparing a place for us!

I wonder, though, what would happen if we Christians were this passionate about reminding people that there’s actually an eternal life we should all be worrying about more than this current one we find ourselves in. The Bible tells us like it is - this life is but a vapor. It is a mist, that appears and then is gone.

We ultimately just want our kids to know we love them and although we are structured in the way we run things for the sake of the family unit, we are so thankful to have this family we have been given to lead and grow. To us, there is freedom in structure. Which feels like how our heavenly Father leads and grows us as well. We are free in Him and the structure of His word. But this family, and God's family, isn't just about rules and religion; it's about relationship.

Fourteen Easter seasons ago Ryan and I were processing the information that had just been handed down to us from a perinatologist in Austin, Texas informing us that our son had spina bifida. Finding out that something is wrong with your child is completely overwhelming. I’ve said before in that moment, there was really no…

If Jesus is Lord of your life, He's in the driver's seat of your life. He's not in the trunk. He's not in the backseat. He's not in the passenger seat. He's either in the driver's seat, or He's not in the car at all.

If we sit in America in our air conditioned homes and wonder what lot we've been given that if we cancel our favorite streaming subscription we may persecuted for being part of the cancel culture, then we are SADLY so far from the truth of the gospel that it's frightening.

That's all the hours in a week, if you didn't know. All of them. Every. Single. One of them. You hear me, introverts? ALL. All the ones when you want to walk around the house in your sweats and no bra. The ones when you and your husband get in a fight about which one of you said they would pick up some bread. The hours when your kids are off the chain and you're not sure if you should have them or yourself committed.