Without the messy middle, we miss the beauty of the transformation.

Advent points to the Light coming into a season of darkness at its peak.

Words have power.  Which ones do we listen to?

This one simple change has brought a world of difference to my mornings.

Sometimes our own expectations for our lives come at the cost of blinding ourselves to the good gifts God has for us.  We have our death-grip locked around what we want or think we need, cutting off our ability to receive or even see the blessings God longs to give us.

Fear wants to make us live small lives.  But there's a better story waiting.

Though it’s rare to see while we are in the midst of a struggle, I’ve found that if you climb enough steps, you eventually reach a viewpoint that’s far enough removed to enable you to look back at the path you’ve just taken and to understand it.