God invites us to gaze in wide-eyed wonder at the only one who is worthy of our worship, Jesus Christ our Lord. We don’t have to wait for some future day. We can adore him right now, in the middle of motherhood with all its particular joys and challenges. We worship him for becoming like us and making a way for us to become like him.
They say not to judge a book by its cover, but... Catch a sneak peek of He Will Be Enough: How God Takes You by the Hand Through Your Hardest Days on Amazon or at The Good Book Company. Read the book description, find chapter titles, and more! Book release is June 1, 2022.
When sinful comparison rears its ugly head, remember that you don’t have to be better or have better, or feel ashamed or embarrassed when you don’t, but that Jesus is better than it all.
"Will God really be enough?" Maybe you've asked this question in the past. Maybe you're asking it right now or know someone who is. In light of all of life's challenges, it's easy to wonder if God's grace really will be enough to see us through our hardest days.
I love the shape this new book is taking, and it's my hope and prayer that—through both stories and Scripture—it will encourage many to live for Christ in the middle of their stories, even and especially the hard parts.
"Hmmm," My youngest says, surveying all her options as my mom snaps this photo...And while I'm grateful for a cupboard that’s thoughtfully stocked by loving grandparents with kid staples like cereal, crackers, hot chocolate, and juice boxes, it reminds me of a different kind of food in a different pantry.
We aren't talking about a wimpy God. He doesn't say "if only" or "I wish I could." Yes, God is able.
we walk in a wasteland...when a baby's wail softens the trail...
God, who repeatedly declares and demonstrates his love through Christ for his children, acts in our circumstances in the way that is most loving, even when it doesn't make sense or seem to agree with our definition, understanding, or interpretation of love.
On a recent family road trip, we stopped at least once an hour. No exaggeration. By the fifth potty stop for the same child, it was all I could do to hold my tongue as we walked to the restroom. I felt impatience filling me like a balloon, and I was about to burst.