Quiet Thoughts
When the Story Feels Too Heavy: God’s Hope for ...
Her daughter’s small fingers tugged at her sleeve. “Mommy, keep reading.” Janice swallowed the lump in her throat and forced a smile. She turned the page and continued, even though...
When the Story Feels Too Heavy: God’s Hope for ...
Her daughter’s small fingers tugged at her sleeve. “Mommy, keep reading.” Janice swallowed the lump in her throat and forced a smile. She turned the page and continued, even though...
The Mid-Race Wall: Finding Your Second Wind in ...
She had started the race on her own excitement and willpower, but by Mile 20, she was running on empty, relying on finite human energy that was now tragically depleted.
The Mid-Race Wall: Finding Your Second Wind in ...
She had started the race on her own excitement and willpower, but by Mile 20, she was running on empty, relying on finite human energy that was now tragically depleted.
The Blank Canvas: Why True Direction Requires a...
She approached the canvas daily, brushes loaded, only to retreat. Her internal studio was too loud. She had tried everything: reading books on technique, frantically sketching random ideas, and offering...
The Blank Canvas: Why True Direction Requires a...
She approached the canvas daily, brushes loaded, only to retreat. Her internal studio was too loud. She had tried everything: reading books on technique, frantically sketching random ideas, and offering...
The Quiet Underground: Why Clarity Grows Best i...
She buried the seed gently in the rich, dark soil, a tiny act of faith amidst her internal clamor. The darkness of the soil, however, felt uncomfortably similar to the...
The Quiet Underground: Why Clarity Grows Best i...
She buried the seed gently in the rich, dark soil, a tiny act of faith amidst her internal clamor. The darkness of the soil, however, felt uncomfortably similar to the...
When the Scroll Won’t Soothe: Finding Calm in God
She told herself she was looking for comfort—a distraction, a laugh, something to quiet her restless mind. But each scroll seemed to add weight rather than lift it. Friends’ highlight...
When the Scroll Won’t Soothe: Finding Calm in God
She told herself she was looking for comfort—a distraction, a laugh, something to quiet her restless mind. But each scroll seemed to add weight rather than lift it. Friends’ highlight...
When the Night Feels Long: Finding God’s Peace ...
She glanced at the clock: 12:47 a.m. The baby whimpered, then cried again. Denise rocked harder, humming lullabies she barely remembered. She tried to pray but her words stumbled into...
When the Night Feels Long: Finding God’s Peace ...
She glanced at the clock: 12:47 a.m. The baby whimpered, then cried again. Denise rocked harder, humming lullabies she barely remembered. She tried to pray but her words stumbled into...