Quiet Thoughts
The Marketplace of Voices – Finding Grace Beyon...
She had spent years trying to outshout the voices of shame, to buy back her worth with effort, to negotiate her way to peace. And yet, here in the bustle...
The Marketplace of Voices – Finding Grace Beyon...
She had spent years trying to outshout the voices of shame, to buy back her worth with effort, to negotiate her way to peace. And yet, here in the bustle...
Beloved, Not Forgotten: Finding Your Worth in God
There it was: the birthday card she had carefully chosen for her best friend two months ago. Handwritten. Sealed. Even stamped. But it had never been mailed.
Beloved, Not Forgotten: Finding Your Worth in God
There it was: the birthday card she had carefully chosen for her best friend two months ago. Handwritten. Sealed. Even stamped. But it had never been mailed.
The Unspoken Symphony: Hearing God’s Melody in ...
“God,” he’d murmur, staring at his complex algorithms, “I thought this was your melody. Why does it feel so… silent? Why am I waiting in this darkness?” The silence from...
The Unspoken Symphony: Hearing God’s Melody in ...
“God,” he’d murmur, staring at his complex algorithms, “I thought this was your melody. Why does it feel so… silent? Why am I waiting in this darkness?” The silence from...
Prayer for My Children: Finding Strength Beneat...
She realized that prayer was her umbrella—her way of standing in the storm on behalf of her children, lifting them to the One whose covering never fails.
Prayer for My Children: Finding Strength Beneat...
She realized that prayer was her umbrella—her way of standing in the storm on behalf of her children, lifting them to the One whose covering never fails.
Strength for the Weary Mama: The Empty Gas Tank
Her hands rested heavy on the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the glowing dashboard. The gas light flickered an unforgiving orange, a steady reminder that she was running on...
Strength for the Weary Mama: The Empty Gas Tank
Her hands rested heavy on the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the glowing dashboard. The gas light flickered an unforgiving orange, a steady reminder that she was running on...
Letting Go of the Poisonous Vine: A Gardener's ...
Over time, a new, peculiar plant began to grow near the damaged rose bush — a climbing, parasitic vine with beautiful, dark green leaves, but with thorns that were sharp...
Letting Go of the Poisonous Vine: A Gardener's ...
Over time, a new, peculiar plant began to grow near the damaged rose bush — a climbing, parasitic vine with beautiful, dark green leaves, but with thorns that were sharp...