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Far too many of us have fallen for the enemy's deception, believing that our voice is best used in the hushed tones of criticism and gossip, or in brash tones of prideful entitlement. This is a misuse of the powerful voice God has given us. Our designed voice, the one God intended for us to use, is a far cry from the insecurities, pride, judgment, and criticism that we often find ourselves slipping into. These negative traits bear no resemblance to the battle cry we were equipped to proclaim. Do not believe the lie that we have insignificant roles in God's Kingdom. ...

I feel a battle raging. But I don’t know the source. I’m fighting in the dark. Where is the enemy? Is it in me? Buried and hidden under the layers I’ve allowed to grow unchecked? Despair, longing, criticism, and entitlement claw at me in the dark, dragging me deeper—promising comfort even as I feel it stabbing.   A song, A quote…A battle you’ve already won. Wisdom flows all around. Truth spoken out loud intended for youth, but igniting my conviction.   “Why are you so different from other people, John?”“Because every night, I light myself on fire and let them...

My mother-in-law, Frankie, has a green thumb and bottomless grit.  She has worked tirelessly on her flowerbeds.  Lush varieties of ferns, shaded by glorious live oaks dripping with Spanish moss, create the perfect Savannah home.     The problem is that deer roam uncontested on their island and see each manicured yard as a 24-hour buffet. Over the years, Frankie has shifted and tweaked. She researched plants deer don't prefer, then started building fences. When each of her attempts to protect her yard failed, she added more defenses. Gaining wisdom with each adjustment, she rethought her strategy and methods, then built...

…But what about the last bouquet?  Spoiler alert:  it's tragic.   Today, our church offered a flower bar to all the moms. Some of us 💁🏻‍♀️ didn't want to wait in line, so we talked, snapped everybody's pictures in the Photo Booth, and then turned to find that the trash flowers were all that was left.    There have been years when that would have hurt my heart and left me feeling unseen and oddly lonely.    This year, we had a glorious breakthrough on an issue with one of the kids. We laughed a lot this morning. I wore...

The sun darkening…the fact that our moon: essentially a piece of space trash that won the gravity lottery, will be able to waltz right in front of our sun and literally blot it out for even a little while is fascinating. Science, nature, and things spinning entirely out of our control will draw us all outside, wearing goofy glasses to experience this eerie phenomenon.     My heart is still tender with post-Easter reflections. A total eclipse happened the day Jesus died, too. Can you imagine hearing his moaning, blood dripping everywhere as your beloved agonizingly died while the moon slowly...