Category Archives: Hope
At the cross, Mary may have wondered, “What happened to the promises of God? How could they end this way?” And yet the pain she endured was for a plan greater than her wildest dreams…
This Thanksgiving story reminds me that the things I’m most grateful for are often borne from the thorns in my life, that have made me more dependent on Jesus.
I was shocked when my talk resonated with a group of high school boys. It reminded me that I need to trust God and tell my story because the most unlikely people need to hear it.
Replacing “what if” with “even if” is one of the most liberating exchanges I have ever made. I’ve seen that even if the worst happens, God will carry me.
Transitions in life are challenging as we leave the familiar to go out into the unknown. But understanding one profound principle has helped me navigate all my transitions…
Writing for me was born out of a tremendous loss. Yet God turned that loss into something bigger than I ever imagined. Because His plans are always bigger than my dreams…
I went through a period of agonizing waiting, looking for signs of whether God would give me what I prayed for. Though the wait felt excruciating, God had changed me in the process.
In a dark period in my life, a friend encouraged me by telling me how hopeless the disciples and Mary must have felt on Good Friday. But they didn’t know one important thing…
I was bullied as a child and never told anyone. I buried my feelings deep and didn’t know how much that impacted me until God showed me the truth about who I am.
For decades I tried to hide my physical scars, because they were ugly and embarrassing. Now I see that scars signify our healing and help us to accept the wounds that have shaped us.
Natalie Grant’s hit song Held was written by my friend Christa Wells, and the first verse was inspired by my son Paul who died at two months old.
When I am most discouraged, I need to look back over my life and remember God’s faithfulness to me. And as I do, I am often stunned to see all God has done in my deepest suffering.
I had dinner with Joni Eareckson Tada and was struck with the beauty of her words and her life. She has taught me that surrender is an act of worship.
I pull into the driveway, and I’m undone at seeing my camellia bush. This resurrected shrub has weathered many storms and has taught that God is always working, especially when we can’t see it.