True belonging means knowing that our core identity is being deeply loved and chosen by God. This unwavering truth, not circumstances, is the foundation of my story: I truly belong because of Him.    This week marks one year since my dad went home to be with Jesus. Reflecting on this year of profound transition, I see how much it stretched and transformed me. Letting go of my roles as daughter and caregiver began a deeper journey. I started to rediscover who God created

If there ever was evidence that God is found by those who are unchurched, this is it! Friends, I was an opinionated, vocal, religiously opposed, independent, and liberal-minded person. However, God met me where I was and guided me to where I am today.

Within you is a quiet longing—a yearning to discover your true self beyond the world’s noise. Embracing your God-given identity allows your soul to feel seen, heard, and understood. This journey awakens you to the truth: you are a treasured Daughter of the King. Books can guide and encourage you as you grow and embrace your authentic self. I would love to share a few books that can enable you to strengthen your identity with elegance and certainty.

Going on an "Alaskan Cruise" had for years been tucked away in the recesses of my mind. I had all but forgotten about the hope of "one day." But God knew and was waiting for just the right moment—His Perfect Timing—to present His Gift.

Jesus endured pain for us, and his resurrection offers hope and new life in suffering. As I mourn, I know Jesus holds me. My hope remains in Him. To others grieving: you are not alone. Trust God to redeem and grieve with hope—Jesus’ love and presence remain with you. Gretchen’s story echoes many others. In my own journey with miscarriage, I found comfort in the Naming Ceremony I shared with my husband. Perhaps it will help you, too, as you walk through your own loss.

One afternoon, earlier this year, I received a text from my youngest daughter. She shared that she had decided to pursue a relationship with the Lord. A relationship that was hers, based on her decision alone and not because of anything I have said or because of my relationship with the Lord.

It's the week of Passover and Jesus is reclining at the table with friends for a meal.  We can only imagine the weight He must have been carrying. In a few days He was to face an excruciatingly painful death through crucifixion.  He must have felt quite alone since his most intimate friends couldn’t grasp or accept what He was about to do. Then in walks this woman who pours out this extravagant oil to anoint Him.

Every year, around this time, I clean my oil lamps, fill them with fresh oil (pure, clean oil), and trim the wicks. I usually don’t think much about the significance of the timing until I get surprised and I’m in the middle of my process. Jesus just surprises me. It happens every year.