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PART 1   "If you have the faith of a mustard seed, you can tell the mountain to move!"  I've heard this scripture my whole life and assumed my faith was just too weak when the mountains I saw blocking the life I wanted remained stuck…   As I pondered my expectation of this scripture, it hit me: I tend to view mountains as external things:  lack of money or resources, a job or partner?    But what if the mountain is something inside of me?  What if the mountains Jesus says my faith can move have taken such deep...

Today, a piece of my childhood was laid to rest.  There is a cost for spreading your wings and leaving the nest.  In some ways, sections of your life morph into a caricature of someone you once knew but have lost contact with over the years.  You don't realize that organic reminiscing is collateral damage to a life you left behind.  Memories fade without reliving them until they don't feel real--like a dream or a story you read.   When significant people from earlier chapters pass away, you are left to grieve the layers alone.  Grieve for time that slipped away...

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...