And I find myself choosing the easy thing more often when I’m tired, or stressed, or worn out. But this little episode reminded me why it’s so important to listen to that voice, even when I’m tired.

2020 has been quite a trying year for our world and it’s not even over yet. I struggle when I can’t see a clear path for my feet, let alone what other difficulties my nation, my city, and my family might face in the near future. It causes fear and anxiety to

Have you ever needed a miracle? Have you ever asked God over and over again for that miracle? And are you still waiting? Earlier this month I was praying, crying out to God, for the same miracle I was praying for five years ago. God still hasn’t answered, but something happened while

My children have been teaching me so much recently. I guess they are always teaching me, but our change in circumstances due to the COVID-19 pandemic has provided me more opportunities to listen. This new way of living has also given me a new perspective on life; one where I have much

One of my friends generously gifted me with a monthly subscription to Ligonier Ministries’ magazine called Tabletalk. It teaches Biblical truths through various topics and themes throughout the year. While reading one of the articles about the Word of God I came across a particular section that spoke to me. It said,

When I hear this myriad of voices, judging others and casting stones I feel a need, an ugly urge, to add to it my own But as each person opens their smooth and slicing mouth We see a heart’s hidden agenda silently pour out Even those who say we love God and

Sing out into the night
Darkness cannot deny your light

This song was inspired by a story in the book of Exodus (Starting in Chapter 16) when God led the Israelites through the wilderness on the way to Canaan, the Promised Land. Though God had rescued them from slavery in Egypt, and performed many wonders and miracles among them, the Israelites still

This song was written in February of this year (2020) just before things got crazy in the United States with Covid-19. Every now and then I wake up in the middle of the night and when I can’t get back to sleep, I usually ask God what’s on His heart. Without fail,

Crying, I stood alone in the far, dead-end room of the hall of Geology, Gems, and Minerals in the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History in Washington DC. I wasn’t sad. And I was honestly very glad I was alone in that moment. You may think I’m crazy, but I was actually