When Your Soul Cries out for Rest

The smell of the buttered-rum candle floats through the air. On my couch, the oversized pillows prop me sideways while the light tan throw and a plethora of books cover me. Gnarled leaves hold tight to the proud branches of the heroic oak tree standing outside my living room window. The stark winter landscape had […]

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Worthy of a Miracle Book Giveaway

When I met Linda Kuhar a couple years back, I knew she was the type of person I could and would call friend.  Today I’m honored to celebrate with this beautiful girl the release of  her powerful story, Worthy of a Miracle. Although doctors predicted Linda would never walk or breathe again on her own, she […]

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An Opportunity to Write a Note That Matters {And a stellar DaySpring giveaway!}

Her hair pulled back into mermaid style waves and her green eyes pooling with tears, this girl of mine stands uncertain and anxious, reaching deep for courage. She trusts when I say she’s going to be okay, but those first steps still feel so hard. I imagine it’s that way for most of us–hard to let go of […]

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Walking with the Hurting Woman

The wind whispers light across the windshield; my thoughts wander to the expansive fields outside my window. Beautiful country estates line the quiet highway, handsome horses grazing content on fine blades of Kentucky bluegrass. The scene arrests my heart, settles my mind into this quietly comfortable place. She drives me to a lake in eastern […]

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The Beauty of Debris

Legs crossed Indian-style, palms facing upward and resting on each knee, I sat in the middle of my living room floor meditating. Not meditating as in yoga-meditating but rather a collapsing-in-the-floor-exhausted-with-too-much-on-my-mind posture. {Although, the palms landing upward may well have been some subliminal sign of the surrender that was to come.} Tears stroked the long […]

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When Intimacy with God Becomes More than a Catch-Phrase

My thumbs flew across the screen of my iPhone, “So, if he who abides in God and God abides in him bears much fruit—where’s the fruit? Am I not abiding?” I was texting my husband Matt, my sounding board and theology coach for times like these. Times when some pretty powerful hurts were leaking right […]

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