How life taught me the value of seeking God daily, not just in the storm. They’re called “prayers from the foxhole" for a reason. The term originated during World War I. Foxholes were hastily dug burrows or trenches, used to protect soldiers from enemy fire. Housing only one or two soldiers, they allowed troops to... Continue Reading →
I broke a thousand times before I fell because that’s what it took for me to reach for His grace. A thousand wrong turns, a thousand broken promises, a thousand tears led me to one moment of grace. Every time I broke, I swore it would be the last time. Lying in the rubble of... Continue Reading →
Our moment of truth comes whether we're ready or not. It doesn't matter when it comes; what matters is what we do with it when it does. My moment of truth didn't come gently. It came as a storm. Waves slamming into the walls I’d so carefully built. Not content with just breaking them, but... Continue Reading →
I’ve learned many lessons during my recovery journey. Powerful, life-changing lessons. But the most powerful is this — Getting out of God’s way is the ONLY way to lasting healing and peace. I’ve written about surrender many times since my journey began. I always return to that one word —surrender. Which is getting out of God's... Continue Reading →
The finish line lay miles ahead. She'd trained hard for this race, but nothing could have prepared her for the endurance she'd need to actually run it. Months of preparation wouldn't be enough to sustain her on their own; she'd have to dig deeper. To finish the race, she'd need to find the strength to... Continue Reading →
