Faith Footprints
I was thinking the other day about what kind of faith footprints am I leaving behind? Not my shoe size (though that’s been the same since 9th grade), but the kind that make an eternal difference.

We spend so much time tracking steps on our fitness watches, trying to hit that 10,000 mark like our life depends on it. But what about the steps we’re taking in faith? The ones that leave an impression on someone else's heart? The kind that, long after we're gone, still whisper, “This way -- follow Jesus.”

Now, I know what you're thinking: "But I'm just one ordinary person, how big can my footprint really be?" Oh friend, God specializes in using the ordinary.

Sam Walton was a poor farm boy before he built Walmart. Oprah? Born into poverty and found her purpose on a local radio station. King David was just a shepherd -- he smelled like sheep and still took down a giant. And Jesus? A carpenter with calloused hands and a heart full of heaven.

So yes, God has a thing for humble beginnings.

You and I? We’re not here by accident. Our background, our mess-ups, even the coffee-stained journals we scribble prayers into --they all weave into a greater story. We're here to leave behind something worth following. A trail of hope. A path of peace. A footprint of faith.

And when the journey gets hard -- and it will -- there will be times when our footprints disappear altogether. Not because we gave up, but because He carried us. Just like that beloved poem: the single set of prints in the sand wasn’t a sign of weakness, but a beautiful reminder of Jesus’ strength carrying us.

So I’m determined to leave behind the biggest faith footprints I can. Not with power, popularity, or platform -- but with kindness, courage, forgiveness, love and being an encourager as much as I can!

Someone’s walking behind you.

Let them find Jesus in your steps -- and know He’ll carry them, too.

When Rock Bottom Turns Out to Be Solid Ground

They say when you hit rock bottom, there's nowhere to go but up. But what if I told you that rock bottom isn’t the end -- it’s the beginning?

At a recent Spring Event at my church, I heard the speaker share her story -- father walked out, heart broken and many other issues to deal with. Her life was a tangle of disappointments and detours. But what she said next gave me holy goosebumps: “When you hit rock bottom, it’s good news -- that’s where you find the solid Rock of Jesus.”

Whew. Isn’t that the truth?

Some of us have fallen so hard we’ve bounced. We’ve crawled through heartache, betrayal, financial messes, family conflict, and the kind of pain nobody posts about. But if we land on Jesus, we haven’t fallen -- we’ve found our footing.

He is the firm foundation (1 Corinthians 3:11). The Rock that won’t move, even when life shakes and breaks. And while others may walk away, Jesus walks in, scooping us up with nail-scarred hands and saying, “Let’s rebuild.”

Yes, it takes time. And no, it’s not always pretty. But God’s specialty is construction -- especially from the rubble. He’s the Master at turning messes into messages, and disasters into testimonies.

And here’s the kicker: rock bottom comes with benefits. We get a fresh start. We lose the things that don’t matter. And we gain what does -- a Savior who holds steady when everything else collapses.

So if you’re there -- face pressed against the dirt, breath knocked out of you -- don’t panic. Look around. Listen for His whisper. That hardness beneath you? That’s not just rock that is THE ROCK!

And that, my friends, is where rebuilding begins! Standing in agreement for you to find your footing in Jesus our Rock and our Foundation!

What's Your Sweet Spot?

I’m dragging out my imaginary pulpit today -- just a little nudge for anyone needing a soul boost. Whether you stop by my blog daily or drop in when your heart needs a lift -- this one’s for you.

If I were an athlete -- and life sometimes feels like a daily match --I’d be aiming to hit the ball right in the sweet spot. Tennis racket, baseball bat, or even a pickleball paddle -- there’s that precise place where contact feels effortless, powerful, and smooth. The moment the ball hits that spot, you know something good is about to happen.

Psalm 31:24 says, “Be strong, and let your heart take courage, all you who wait for the Lord.” It doesn’t say have courage -- it says take it. Like your morning vitamins or your blood pressure meds. TAKE Christ. TAKE courage. TAKE a deep breath and keep company with the One who makes you brave.

That’s the sweet spot -- not just in sports, but in life. For me, it’s my Peace Zone (yes, it’s real… MyPeaceZone.com). It’s not always a physical place. Sometimes it’s a moment, a breath, a season of holding the Hope-Giver’s hand while everything else swirls around us.

One day we’re swinging strong, faith full, joy rising. The next? We’re missing the mark, barely holding on, wondering if we’re even in the game.

But let's hold on, dear friends.

When the road stretches long and rest stops are scarce, that’s when we step into the Sweet Spot. Not to quit -- but to recalibrate. To let God fill what’s empty and speak peace to our storm.

The middle places -- the waiting, the wondering -- can feel like no-man’s land. But they’re holy ground when Jesus is near. And He is near.

So if today feels like a fumble or a strikeout, don’t lose heart. You may be one swing away from breakthrough. TAKE courage. Grip the paddle. And swing from the sweet spot of grace. We've got this!

I love you dearly, my sweet and faithful friends!

Got Spring in Your Steps?

Happy Spring! We decided to venture out into the great “known” – to the walking path around our community. A friend had posted: “We have bluebonnets right here at home!” And lo and behold – she was right.

Now, was it a full-on Texas bluebonnet explosion? No. But was it enough to make us shout “Hallelujah, Spring is here!”? Absolutely! And if that wasn’t enough, the redbud trees were showing off too, budding with new life!

Spring is a season that knows how to make an entrance -- bold, beautiful, and bursting with energy. And I realized, it’s time to take a cue from creation and get a little spring in my steps!

That phrase -- spring in our step -- means we’re walking lighter, feeling lifted, like a weight has been taken off our shoulders. Ever been bogged down by worries, only to get good news that makes you feel like you could skip down the street? That’s springing! And if there’s ever a time to embrace that feeling, it’s now.

Spring is God’s way of reminding us that new life isn’t just for the flowers -- it’s for us too. The world comes alive in color, the air feels fresher, and Easter arrives to declare the greatest renewal of all: Christ lives! If that doesn’t put a bounce in our steps, what will?

"See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland." – Isaiah 43:19

And here’s the best part -- when we walk with a spring in our step, it’s contagious. Our joy, our gratitude, our excitement for life -- it spills over onto others. Like the birds that wake up singing, we too should have a song of praise on our lips and a heart full of thanksgiving.

So, let’s walk with complete assurance that we know and are known by the Creator of Springtime Himself. And really mean it! Let’s be people who exude God’s love, joy, and renewal with every step. Because He made us with built-in springs -- not just for walking, but for rebounding in faith, hope, and love every single day.

So let's take that first step, add that bounce, and let’s spring forward in faith and joy for wonderful Spring! 🌸

Can We Be Cornerstones?

I did a search through my 4,072 blogs, and not once have I written about a cornerstone -- so it's about time I did!

The cornerstone is the first stone laid, the foundation upon which everything else rests. It’s more than just a building block -- it’s the anchor, the standard, the strength that holds everything in place.

In Matthew 21:42, we read "The stone that the builders rejected has become the cornerstone. Throughout salvation history, many “stones” have been rejected, only to become trusted and beloved “cornerstones” in their own right.

No wonder Jesus is called the chief cornerstone (Ephesians 2:20). He is our unshakable foundation, the One who holds our faith, our families, and our very lives together. But what about you and me? Have we ever thought of ourselves as cornerstones?

Remember Joseph and his brothers who rejected him and sold him into slavery? (Genesis 37:23-28). But Joseph’s humility and his willingness to rely on God allowed him to rise above his difficult situation and become the cornerstone to save his family and all of Egypt from famine.

Because he preached the gospel in a pagan land, St. Patrick was rejected and opposed by tribal chieftains in Ireland. But he relied on God, and so he was able to devote his life to joyfully spreading the good news. His humility and love for God helped Patrick to become a cornerstone for the Church in Ireland.

For Joseph and Patrick, it wasn’t the rejection that was crucial, but their humility and steadfastness. That’s what enabled God to turn them into cornerstones of faith and witnesses to the gospel.

Are we ready to become a cornerstone? Maybe we think that God can’t use us because we’re not good enough, smart enough, or rich enough. But we don’t need to be powerful or brave to serve God.

We don’t need to be famous. We only need to be teachable and eager. God can use us -- and he wants to! If we are faithful in little things, then He will give us opportunities to have more of an influence each day.

What are the little things that we can do to be a cornerstone? Maybe it’s showing kindness to our family, forgiving a friend who has slighted us, or showing charity to someone in need.

Let's set our minds on serving God today -- and then let's watch for the opportunities -- little or big -- that He will send our way!

Use us, Lord. Please make us cornerstones like You -- rock-solid, willing, faith-filled and unshakeable!

Expecting the Hilton, Getting the Wilderness

A few months ago, Carl won a silent auction prize -- three days and two nights at Lake Bastrop South Shore. Sounded wonderful! We imagined a cozy little cabin, a warm cup of coffee in the morning while gazing at the lake, and all the comforts of home wrapped in a nature-filled getaway.

Thankfully, Carl had the good sense to call ahead. That’s when we learned a small but significant detail: the cabin had no bathroom. Instead, the fine folks at the park assured us that the communal showers and restrooms were “nearby.” Now, I don’t know about you, but my idea of nearby does not involve putting on shoes and grabbing a flashlight at 2 a.m.

Still, we pressed on, adventurous spirits that we are. After all, the drive was only an hour, and maybe -- just maybe -- the beauty of the place would make up for the lack of…indoor plumbing.

We arrived at the camp store, received our key, and took in the gorgeous setting -- towering pine trees, the shimmering lake, a peaceful, tucked-away haven. We can do this, we thought.

Then, we opened the cabin door.

One room. Two bunk beds. No bathroom. No kitchen. No chairs. No sheets. Not even a microwave to heat up a cup of something comforting.

We looked at each other. We looked at the cabin. We looked at the long, dark walk to the “nearby” bathroom.

And then we took a nice, long hike -- right back to our car.

Instead of roughing it, we found ourselves in the charming town of Bastrop, dining at Wanda’s Café, surrounded by Lucille Ball memorabilia and the nostalgic glow of the 40s, 50s, and 60s. And you know what? It was delightful.

Sometimes, life doesn’t unfold the way we planned. We expect the Hilton and get the wilderness. But even in those moments, God reminds us to embrace the unexpected. The beauty of the trees, the laughter at our own missteps, the joy of a simple meal in a small town -- those are His gifts, too.

As Proverbs 16:9 says, “We can make our plans, but the Lord determines our steps.” Even if those steps lead us out of a cabin and straight to a plate of comfort food!

And in all things, give thanks (1 Thessalonians 5:18) -- even for a getaway that turned into a getaway from the getaway.

Thank God for a Safe Return

I was a young mom in 1969, sitting in front of our black-and-white TV, completely in awe as Neil Armstrong stepped onto the moon. "One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind." I still remember the goosebumps. It was a moment that made us believe anything was possible.

Yesterday, I felt that same sense of awe all over again as I watched NASA astronauts Sunita "Suni" Williams and Barry "Butch" Wilmore return home after an unexpected nine-month stay aboard the International Space Station (ISS).

Their mission was supposed to be just over a week, but complications with Boeing's Starliner spacecraft left them stranded far beyond their intended stay. Yet, through grit and grace, they pressed on, contributing to research, maintaining the station, and waiting patiently for their way home.

Their extended time in space took a toll—muscle atrophy, bone density loss, and other challenges. Yet, they endured. I can’t imagine the emotions they felt as they strapped into the SpaceX Dragon capsule, knowing they were finally heading home.

Thanks to the collaboration between NASA and Elon Musk’s SpaceX, a rescue mission was made possible -- an effort that wouldn’t have been likely without President Trump’s early support of commercial space partnerships.

While politics often divide us, moments like this remind us that unity and innovation can bring people together for something greater than ourselves.

At 5:57 p.m. ET, their spacecraft splashed down off the coast of Florida. A mission accomplished. A safe return. A long-awaited homecoming.

I couldn't help but think of Jesus’ words in the parable of the lost sheep -- how the shepherd leaves the ninety-nine to find the one. The world watched, and the mission succeeded because people cared enough to bring them home.

Aw, home! That word just tugs at my heart. As Isaiah 40:31 says, "But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not faint."

May we all face our own unexpected delays with the same courage. Because one day, after all the waiting, the trials, and the perseverance, we too will find ourselves safely home.

Grace and a Wretch Like Me

We’ve all sung the song -- probably with a lump in our throats: "Amazing grace! How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me!"

"A Wretch?? That's not me," I thought. Seriously. For the longest time, my desires were not to need amazing grace because I was already a "goody-two-shoes". Ugh!

Oh, how I tried. I thought if I could just be good enough, work hard enough, pray enough, serve enough, I could somehow avoid being the broken, messy, grace-needing human that I actually was. Maybe if I was "amazing" enough, I could sidestep needing to be rescued altogether.

Then one day, I came face to face with the truth: no amount of amazing could save me -- only grace could do that.

Paul said it best in 2 Corinthians 12:9: "But God said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”

Did you catch that? Boast in weakness?! That goes against everything we've been taught!

But look at the stories throughout Scripture -- Abraham and Sarah, Moses and Pharaoh, the parting of the Red Sea, the virgin birth, the cross and resurrection. God has never needed amazing people --He’s always chosen the weak, the weary, and the wretches so His power can shine through.

And yet, even knowing all this, I still find myself trying to be my own hero! I still get caught up in the pressure to perform, to prove, to strive.

But here’s the good news: God’s grace is more than enough. When we finally stop trying to be our own savior, we find that the real Savior has been waiting all along.

So if you’re exhausted from trying to hold it all together, let me tell you what I tell myself daily: "Lay it down. You don’t have to be amazing. His grace is sufficient."

And that, my friend, is the best news of all.

Lord, still my striving and replace it with wonder at Your power. Your grace is enough. Amen.

St. Patrick Knew Whose He Was

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Like so many other sacred days, this one has been "watered... er, beered down" into a raucous celebration that has little to do with the man it honors. But if you strip away the green beer, the leprechauns, and the shamrocks plastered on pub walls, you’ll find a story worth remembering -- a true story of faith, perseverance, and an unshakable trust in God.

St. Patrick wasn’t even Irish. Born in Britain around AD 389, his life took a dramatic turn when, at 16, he was kidnapped by Irish raiders and sold into slavery. For six years, he endured harsh conditions, tending sheep in a foreign land. But instead of allowing bitterness to consume him, he turned to prayer. He found solace and strength in the Lord. Then, miraculously, he escaped and returned home.

But freedom didn’t erase his burden. The very land that enslaved him now burned in his heart -- not for revenge, but for redemption. Patrick answered God’s call, returning to Ireland as a missionary. Over the next 40 years, he planted over 200 churches and led more than 100,000 souls to Christ. He knew the power of transformation because he had lived it. What the enemy meant for evil, God turned for good (Genesis 50:20).

One of the most powerful symbols tied to St. Patrick is the shamrock. He used its three leaves to explain the mystery of the Trinity -- the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Not three gods, but One. Not separate, but united. A perfect picture of divine relationship and love.

St. Patrick knew Whose he was. His prayer, often called St. Patrick’s Breastplate, reveals a man utterly consumed by God:

"I arise today through God's strength to pilot me, God's might to uphold me,
God's wisdom to guide me, God's eye to look before me,
God's ear to hear me, God's word to speak for me, God's hand to guard me.
Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me..."

He didn’t find his identity in his past, his hardships, or even his great mission. He found it in Christ alone.

And that’s the real takeaway for us today. Maybe your world has been shaken -- a broken dream, a crumbling marriage, an unexpected diagnosis. Maybe you’re standing in the wreckage of something you thought God had planned for you.

In those moments, we must anchor ourselves in our identity in Christ. When everything shifts, He does not. Looks fade, jobs disappear, bank accounts rise and fall, and people come and go—but God remains. We are His. We belong to the King.

Psalm 16:8 declares, “I have set the LORD continually before me; because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.”

St. Patrick clung to that truth, and so can we. His life was marked by hardship, yet he trusted that God had a greater purpose. He walked into the unknown with boldness, believing that the One who called him would be faithful.

So today, wear your green, enjoy the celebrations, but remember -- this isn’t just a party day. It’s a day to honor a man who knew Whose he was. And when we know Whose we are, it changes everything.

In a Moment, In the Twinkling of an Eye

Last Wednesday night, my husband's beloved Texas Tech University in Lubbock, Texas, had quite the explosion on campus that set off fires and power outages leading school officials to issue evacuation orders for several buildings and cancel classes for the rest of the week.

Texas Tech University was rocked by an explosion, fire, green smoke coming from a manhole, destruction, darkness -- one moment, life was normal; the next, chaos. Students evacuated, buildings shut down, and the reality set in: things can change in an instant.

It got me thinking.

We live as though we have all the time in the world. We make plans, set goals, chase dreams, and assume tomorrow is guaranteed. But what if it’s not? What if, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, everything changed?

The Bible warns us: “It is appointed for man to die once, and after that comes judgment.” (Hebrews 9:27) Some believe that when life is over, it’s just over. No afterlife. No eternity. No reckoning.

Oh, contraire!

For those in Christ, the end of this life is just the beginning -- an eternity with our Savior, free from pain, fear, and darkness. No flames. No destruction. No power outages. Just light, joy, and everlasting peace in His presence. But for those who reject Him? There’s another fire. One that doesn’t flicker out.

I say this not to scare, but to wake up those who’ve put off deciding about Jesus. The Bible makes it clear: “Every knee will bow, and every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord” (Philippians 2:10-11). The question isn’t if -- it’s when.

Some live by the motto, “Might as well enjoy every bit of life now, because when it’s over, it’s over.” But that’s a dangerous gamble. Because eternity is real. Heaven is real. Hell is real. And our choices today determine our forever.

So, I ask you, my beloved family and friends—what are you waiting for? Jesus isn’t a myth. He’s the King of Kings, the soon-coming Redeemer. His invitation is open, but one day, the door will close.

Don’t wait until the fire falls. Choose Christ now. While there is still time.

Because when that moment comes -- when that twinkling of an eye arrives -- I want to see you standing with me, rejoicing in His glorious presence.

No regrets. No fear. Just eternity with the One who loves you most.

Are you ready?

Taxes, Tension, and Trusting God

Few things in life are certain, but as the saying goes -- death and taxes make the short list. And while I prefer to focus on the eternal, that other one requires paperwork.

Carl and I just wrapped up our income tax prep, and let me tell you -- it feels like we lost 10 pounds without dieting! While Carl, my easy-going husband, takes a “no worries” approach, I, on the other hand, was on a mission. Determined. Focused. Ready to get ‘er done!

And we did. Well, mostly. Right up until my printer decided to take an untimely sabbatical. Suddenly, our smooth process turned into a waiting game with technology. Our printer guy came to the rescue -- an hour and a half later. (It was at this point I reminded myself that the Lord is growing patience in me. I just wish it wouldn’t require so many practice sessions!)

The funny thing? We weren’t actually in a rush. We’re way ahead of the April 15th deadline. But there’s something about unfinished tasks that weighs on the mind. And taxes? Oh, they know how to stir up some stress!

If you’re staring down your tax forms like David facing Goliath, let me offer some encouragement:

God gives peace, even when things feel overwhelming. “Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.” (1 Peter 5:7)

He provides wisdom for every decision -- even itemized deductions! “If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously.” (James 1:5)

God is in control. Even of paperwork. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart… and He will make your paths straight.” (Proverbs 3:5-6)

Here’s the truth: God’s got this. The tax process, the deadlines, the printer mishaps, the math that doesn’t make sense -- it’s all under His care. And when we hand over our worries (along with our W-2s), He replaces our stress with peace.

So, to my friends who are still staring at their tax forms with dread -- take a deep breath. You’ll get through this. And when you do? That sigh of relief will feel almost as good as taking off a pair of tight shoes after a long day!"

Now, if only there were refunds on stress!

God Is Still Writing Our Story

Ever read a book and wish you could skip a few chapters? Maybe the tension is too high, the plot twist too painful, or the ending feels uncertain. But here’s the thing -- if we skip the hard parts, we miss the redemption, the restoration, the beauty that comes when the Author ties it all together.

Here's the good news -- God is still writing our stories.

Philippians 1:6 reminds us that "God, who began a good work in you, will continue it until the day Christ returns." That means He’s not done with us yet. No matter how messy, complicated, or confusing our life feels right now, the pen is still in His hands.

I don’t know what you’re facing as you read this. Maybe life feels like a beautifully wrapped gift, or maybe it’s one of those “return to sender” times. This I know: God is faithful. Always. Even when we don’t understand the plot.

Here are a few things I’m learning in this chapter of life:

God holds us—and all our missing pieces.
(Isaiah 41:10)

Life may feel out of control, but it never is. God’s got us.
(Colossians 1:17)

Even in the mess, God is at work. He’s the Master at turning “messes up” into miracles.
(Psalm 51:17)

When God seems silent, He’s still present. Our pain is not wasted. (Matthew 28:20)

I’ll admit, I’ve tried editing a few chapters of my life -- handing God my red pen with a “let’s cut that part, okay?” But God, in His wisdom, sees the whole story. And He promises that the ending is heavenly orchestrated.

So let's take heart. We are not forgotten. We are not overlooked. Our past does not define us. You and I are children of the King, and our story is being written by the One who never makes mistakes.

Romans 8:38-39 reminds us that "Nothing can separate us from God’s love." Not our failures, not our fears, not even our worst chapters.

So today, whatever part of the story you’re in, hold on to the Author. Because He’s holding on to you. And the best part?

The final chapter is already written -- beautiful, and full of His glory. 

Sunshine and Rain

“Bad things happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have -- life itself.”

-- Walter Anderson

And to that, I say a hearty "Amen!"

I tucked that quote away in a Word document years ago, thinking, One day, I’ll write a blog about it. Well, one day has arrived.

I love to write about the sheer joy of loving and delighting in God, fully expecting readers to shout, Yes and amen! But then I realized -- what about those who have delighted in God, yet their prayers seem to bounce off the ceiling? They’re struggling, wondering if God is even paying attention.

I get it.

When I talk about blessings, I could make it sound like I just woke up one morning to success, as if it had been dropped off by Amazon Prime overnight. But trust me, that was one long night!

For all of us -- our journeys of faith are often filled with grueling hours, impossible challenges, and moments where tomorrow feels like a million years away. Yet through it all, if we keep our resilience, determination, and faith foremost -- we will reach our goals.

Life is like that. Some days, we're dancing on sunshine, and even the traffic lights seem to be in agreement with our joy. Other days? Storm clouds roll in, the downpour is relentless, and we're convinced our umbrella has a hole in it.

Country singer Lynn Anderson sang it and I think God must be saying it:

"I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with the sunshine, there’s gotta be a little rain sometime."

But what her song didn’t tell, but Paul the Apostle did. God never leaves us out in the rain alone. In Romans 5:3-5, he reminds us that suffering produces endurance, endurance builds character, and character leads to hope -- and hope does not disappoint.

So yes, the rains do come......and go! And with God, the rains won’t drown us -- they will grow us. One day, we’ll step out of the storm and into His sunshine, singing at the top of our lungs, "I’m walking on sunshine… and don’t it feel good!"

Got Satisfaction?

Satisfaction. We all crave it. A full belly after a good meal. A restful night’s sleep. A paycheck that actually covers the bills. A “Well done!” from the boss. A spouse who meets our every need (okay, let's get real -- only God can do that)!

Remember that old Rolling Stones song: “I can’t get no satisfaction”? Turns out Mick Jagger wasn’t alone. People everywhere are searching for something -- anything -- to fill that inner void. They chase after dream jobs, dream homes, dream relationships, convinced that this will be the thing that finally makes them whole. But more often than not, the dream turns into another exhausting chase.

The Psalmist had a different take: “O satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.” (Psalm 90:14)

Now that’s what I call true satisfaction!

Take Howard Hughes, for example. At 45, he had it all -- billions in the bank, Hollywood’s finest on his arm, and private jets whisking him away to wherever he pleased. But by 65? He was a recluse, holed up in dark hotel rooms, his body frail, his mind tormented, his heart empty. All that wealth, and yet no joy. No peace. No satisfaction.

That’s the danger of looking for fulfillment in things that were never meant to satisfy us. When God is left out of the equation, life can be hollow -- no matter how much we pile into it.

Jesus flipped the script in Matthew 5:6: “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.” Not might be satisfied. Shall be. That’s a guarantee, backed by the only One who never breaks a promise.

The world will try to sell us satisfaction in a hundred different ways. Satan will whisper, Just do what makes you happy! Even our own minds will tell us, If I just had ______, then I’d be content. But the only real and lasting satisfaction comes from being filled by the One who created us.

Have you ever met someone who radiates true contentment? The kind of person who isn’t chasing the next big thing but instead overflows with peace and joy? That’s someone who’s been filled --not by wealth, status, or circumstances -- but by Christ Himself.

And when He is our satisfier? Everything else falls right into place.

Love Stories and the Greatest Love of All

Here I go again -- another love story unfolding in our family!

Last month, on Valentine’s Day, my fourth grandson, Brennan, proposed to his sweetheart, Kylie, marking the start of a beautiful new chapter. And just three weeks later, on March 8th, my only granddaughter, Alexia, said "yes" to her sweetheart, Winston.

And just like that, life keeps moving. One moment, they’re children playing in the backyard; the next, they’re stepping into forever with the ones they love. I’m so grateful for these joys, these new beginnings, these answered prayers.

Winston planned his proposal with stealth and intention -- inviting Alexia on a hike, something they’ve always loved to do together. There’s nothing quite like the Tennessee mountains and valleys, where the sky stretches wide, and the world feels hushed beneath God’s handiwork.

That evening, they face-timed us, with smiles as wide as the horizon behind them. But truth be told, we weren’t surprised. We already loved Winston from the first time we met him last Thanksgiving. He was already part of the family in our hearts.

Now, with two engagements in the family, we’re watching love unfold right before our eyes -- two young couples stepping into their futures, full of expectation, dreams, and the joy of what’s to come.

But even as we celebrate these earthly love stories, I can’t help but be reminded of the greatest love story of all -- Christ’s love for His bride.

Just as a bride waits for her groom, we, as the Church, are waiting for ours -- Jesus, our Bridegroom. Scripture tells us, “For your Maker is your husband -- the Lord Almighty is His name” (Isaiah 54:5). One day, there will be a heavenly wedding feast, and we, His beloved, will be gathered with Him for eternity.

Earthly love is a beautiful gift, but no love compares to the relentless, redeeming, and everlasting love of Jesus. And that, my friends, is the love that truly lasts forever.

Enjoying Tea in His Presence

Sunday afternoon, with dear friends, I had the joy of attending a British Twilight Tea Party at my church. We weren’t alone -- nearly 400 women gathered for an evening of beauty, fellowship, and renewal.

From the moment we stepped onto the church grounds, it was clear this was no ordinary gathering. The entrance, the walkway, the café, and the Great Hall had been transformed into a lush, breathtaking haven -- a place where the worries of life faded, and God’s peace settled in.

Royalty abounded for these daughters of the King. Each table, uniquely adorned, was a masterpiece. Hostesses set their tables with delicate china, elegant place settings, and intricate centerpieces, each one reflecting thoughtfulness and love. And if the visual feast wasn’t enough, the sweet delicacies -- beautifully designed and delicious -- were nothing short of divine.

As daughters of the King of Kings, we were treated like royalty, but we knew the true honor belonged to Him. The harpist’s melodies filled the room as we embarked on a journey of faith, sisterhood, laughter, and love -- a much-needed pause from the busyness of life to simply nest in His presence.

I had the privilege of opening the night in prayer, reminding us how much Jesus loves women -- from the first sight of His mother, Mary, to revealing His resurrected self to Mary Magdalene. His love is constant, unwavering, and deeply personal.

Then came our speaker, whose story was woven with Romans 8:28:
"All things work together for good to those who love God and are called according to His purpose."

She spoke of shattered dreams, abandonment, and deep wounds -- of a father who left her and her mother when she was just thirteen. But just this week -- the very week she was to share this message -- her father called. He apologized. Restoration came.

Her story was living proof that God truly does work all things together for good. Doors have opened in ways she never imagined. Hope has replaced hurt. And through it all, she clung to that promise. God is always at work, even when we can’t see it.

So what about you and me? That same scripture is a promise for our lives too. Maybe we don’t see the answers yet. Maybe the waiting feels endless. But if Romans 8:28 is true for one, it’s true for all. God has a divine plan, and though it may take time, it will come to pass.

Until then, we trust. We worship. We nest in His presence. And we wait in expectation for the good He is weaving in our lives.

Power Washing Offered Here

I think I get my frugal and prudent spending habits and mindset from parents who were products of the Great Depression when every penny counted. My Mom would sing out “Shut off the lights!” and “Turn down the heat and put on a sweater!”

My husband would tell you I am my momma. He is cold-natured – I am not! This photo is him nestled in his recliner and wearing a sweater to cope with my inbred heater. I couldn't help snapping this photo!

Now, that I've revealed my offs and ons, along with the highs and lows, let's talk about some power washing!

We are moving toward the grandest celebration of our Christian faith, Resurrection Sunday –- the time of becoming the best version-of-ourselves. But it doesn’t happen by accident. It happens through an exciting collaboration between us and God.

Our interior check-up requires turning on the lights to search for areas that still need to have a power wash.

Psalm 139:23-24 says: “Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me and lead me in the way everlasting.”

Inside our hearts, over time, some less-than-ideal habits show up. Habits like crankiness, unforgiveness, complaining, worrying, unbelief, fault-finding, and other areas that need to be power washed out!

The Bible illuminates those areas. “From within the man, from his heart, come evil thoughts, unchastity, theft, murder, adultery, greed, malice, deceit, licentiousness, envy, blasphemy, arrogance, folly. All these evils come from within, and they defile.” (Mark 7:21-23)

Yikes! All those are “evils” because they represent darkness, and I don’t want them in my heart or my life. Lord, bring on the high beams! “Your Word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” Psalm 119:105

I love how The Message Bible paraphrases that scripture: “By your words, I can see where I’m going; they throw a beam of light on my dark path.” The light of God’s Word keeps us from stumbling and helps us find our way.

This season can be the most freeing time of cleaning-up-and-out all those dark places in our hearts. Lord, bring in your cleaning crew’s power washers and clean out all the crevices, corners and hiding places and make my life fresh and new so I will be more like you!

"Change my heart oh God. Make it ever true. Change my heart oh God. May I be like You."

Grace -- So Amazing

Grace is a word I’ve heard all my life. My sweet mother sang "Amazing Grace" throughout our home, and I’ve heard it resound across the world like an anthem of praise. But with so many new and wonderful worship songs today, why does this old hymn still stand the test of time?

Maybe it’s because grace itself is timeless.

Think about it. When a bank extends a grace period, it gives us time we don’t deserve. When someone falls from grace, they’ve lost something precious. We call a dancer graceful and someone kind gracious. And before a meal, we say grace. No wonder the English language confuses those trying to learn it -- so many meanings for one little word!

But the greatest definition of grace is the one that makes it amazing.

Grace is God’s unmerited, unearned, and undeserved favor. It’s the love that sent Jesus to the cross to pay a debt He didn’t owe, for sinners like you and me. Grace is the bridge between our failures and God’s mercy. It’s the gift we could never earn, yet it’s freely given.

That’s why "Amazing Grace" isn’t just a song -- it’s a prayer. We sing it as a confession, a declaration, and a testimony. It transcends time, culture, and place because grace itself is eternal. No one is too lost for grace to find them, and no failure is too great for grace to redeem.

But grace doesn’t just rescue -- it transforms.

God’s grace pulls us up, strengthens our weary souls, and gives us the power to resist evil and do good. And as we receive it, we are called to extend it. We hold out our hands to those who stumble because we’ve been there, too. Grace flows to us so it can flow through us, lifting others to faith and hope.

Yes, grace has brought us safe thus far. And yes, grace will lead us home.

And that, my friends, is what makes grace so truly AMAZING.

Reflecting What We Want in Return

 

Ever looked into a pond and saw your reflection staring back at you -- sometimes flattering, sometimes… well, not so much? Life works the same way. What we put out there is what comes back to us.

Reflection isn’t just about what’s in the mirror -- it’s about what we project. You want kindness? Be kind. You want love? Give love. You want forgiveness? Extend it. It’s the spiritual version of a boomerang -- what you throw out has a way of coming right back.

Jesus spelled it out perfectly:

“Give, and it shall be given to you.” -- Luke 6:38

It’s the Law of Reciprocity -- God’s built-in return policy. The world calls it karma, but God designed it first. And His version doesn’t deal in luck; it’s a principle of sowing and reaping.

Jesus laid it out in the Sermon on the Mount:
“Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.” — Matthew 5:7

Zig Ziglar, a dear friend, who was one of the wisest men I’ve ever known, put it this way:

“You can have everything in life you want if you will just help other people get what they want.”

Now, let’s be clear! This isn’t about giving to get. The purest generosity expects nothing in return. But here’s the kicker: God’s laws just work. Give joy, and joy finds you. Give encouragement, and you’ll be uplifted. It may not always come from where you expect, but rest assured -- it will come.

So today, let's take a look at our reflection -- not just in the mirror, but in the way we live. What are we putting out into the world? Whatever it is, we shouldn't be surprised when it comes back to us.

And if all else fails, let's remember -- a smile is the easiest way to reflect God’s goodness -- no pond required!

Fainting Goats and Fainting Hearts

 

Have you ever seen a fainting goat?  I have and it alarmed me!  But ten seconds later, he was up and at ‘em -- cool, calm and collected.  One moment, they’re trotting along, minding their business, and the next -- BAM! -- they stiffen up and topple over like bowling pins. It’s both comical and bewildering. But why do they do it?

I found that fainting goats, or Myotonic goats, have a genetic condition that causes their muscles to freeze when they’re startled. It’s not pain -- it’s just a temporary reaction. Their legs lock up, they hit the ground, but after a few seconds, they shake it off and move on. 

Now, let’s talk about us.

Life has a way of startling us too, doesn’t it? A sudden loss, an unexpected bill, a phone call that changes everything. Fear and stress hit like a freight train, and before we know it, we’re on the verge of collapsing -- maybe not physically, but emotionally, spiritually, or mentally.

Even Scripture acknowledges that we can grow weary and even faint. Isaiah 40:31 reminds us, “But those who wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.”

What is it that we have in common with those fainting goats?  Well, they get back up.  They don’t stay down. And we, too, can stand back up, lean on God’s strength, and keep going. Stress, fear, and exhaustion may hit sometimes, but that doesn’t define us.

So, my dear friends, if today you feel like life is knocking you off your feet, don’t stay there. Take a deep breath, whisper a prayer, and get back up.  Because unlike those goats, we have a Savior Who holds us steady – even when life startles us!

This is not the time to faint, quit, or throw in the towel.  It’s time to stand.  I love Donnie McClurkin’s song “Stand”!  These are lyrics that I’ve held onto for a very long time!

“Tell me, what do you do when you've given your all;
Seems like you can't make it through? 
You just STAND. When there's nothing left to do.   
You just STAND. Watch the Lord see you through.
Yes, after you've done all you can,
You just STAND!” 

Don’t waiver, give up or give in!  Let’s be the conquerors God called us to be!  

 

Let's Go to the Desert

Yesterday began the 40 days of Lent. It isn’t just a season; it’s a journey -- a deliberate walk into the desert, not to suffer, but to be refined. It’s a time to come clean, inside and out, setting aside distractions to hear God more clearly.

On purpose for my mind, heart, soul AND body well being, I need this time with God to work on me -- ALL OF ME. To put it bluntly -- I've been eating like there is no tomorrow -- my bad.

And, sometimes I've been grumpy with an attitude that sure needs refinement. I've even said, “I’ll get back on track when Lent starts.” But Paul’s words challenge me: “I discipline my body and make it my slave…” (1 Corinthians 9:27).

So, I’m choosing discipline -- strengthening my body, embracing better habits, and letting go of what clutters my soul. But Lent isn’t just about saying no -- it’s about saying yes to renewal.

David’s prayer speaks my heart: “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.” (Psalm 51:10)

If I had my way, Lent would be smooth -- no struggles, no hunger, no deserts. But Jesus didn’t avoid the desert; He walked into it. For forty days, He fasted, battled the enemy, and emerged ready for His ministry. That’s the purpose of the desert -- not to break us but to strengthen us.

It’s tempting to think struggles mean we’re failing. But what if they mean we’re walking with Jesus? The desert wasn’t His punishment -- it was His preparation. And ours can be too.

So, Lord, take me into the desert -- not to leave me there, but to meet me there. Strip away what doesn’t matter and draw me closer to what does.

That's how I hope to come out of this Lenten season -- empowered to love greater, being a stronger, devoted follower of Christ, and shining brighter with His bright light. Won't you join me in the desert?

Change My Heart, Oh God!

Today is Ash Wednesday. It kicks off the season of Lent -- a 40-day journey leading to Easter. It’s a season of reflection, renewal, and re-centering our hearts on Christ. But for those who’ve never observed it, Lent might sound like an overly somber religious ritual -- kind of like giving up chocolate just to prove we can.

But Lent isn’t about proving anything. It’s about purging the clutter -- the spiritual lint -- that’s collected in our hearts. You know lint, right? Those pesky little fuzzies that mysteriously appear on your favorite black sweater?

We go through life collecting all kinds of “lint” -- bad habits, distractions, grudges, misplaced priorities -- and Lent is our invitation to roll out the spiritual lint remover and make space for God.

So, how do we do that? Traditionally, people fast, give up certain luxuries, or commit to acts of kindness. But it’s not about deprivation -- it’s about transformation. It’s shifting from “It’s all about me” to “It’s all about You, God.”

Think about it -- how often do our minds drift toward what’s next? The next meal, the next show, the next email, the next vacation. We’re wired for the “next.” But Lent calls us to pause. To be still. To remember.

What if, for the next 40 days, we shook up our routines just enough to refocus? Maybe we skip the morning coffee (don’t panic -- just hear me out) and, instead, wake up with a prayer of gratitude.

Maybe we silence our phones during meals and truly connect with loved ones. Maybe we take a walk instead of scrolling mindlessly, using that time to talk with God.

Lent isn’t about obligation; it’s about invitation. An invitation to clear the noise, refocus our hearts, and prepare for the greatest celebration of all -- Easter aka Resurrection Sunday. Because when we truly see what Jesus did for us, when we let His love sink in, something remarkable happens.

We change.

We let go of the old, embrace the new, and come alive in Him.

And isn’t that a resurrection worth celebrating?

Out of the Mouths of Babes

 

I love seeing my young mama friends proudly show off their babies in milestone photos – at two weeks, one month, two months, etc. Every picture radiates love, joy, and a whole lot of sleepless nights. But despite the exhaustion, they dote on those little ones with unwavering devotion -- as they should.

These precious babies are soaking in love, day by day. And then, something beautiful happens. One day, that little one finds their words and says, “Mommy/Daddy, I love you so much! You’re the best mommy/daddy in the whole wide world!” (Cue the happy tears.)

Then, not long after, they add, “Thank you for keeping me safe. Thank you for my warm bed and peanut butter sandwiches. Thank you for always being here.”

Sound familiar? That’s a page straight out of Psalm 23: "The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want" aka "I have everything I need." Isn’t it a tender thought? A child so secure in love that gratitude just overflows.

Now, flip that picture. You and I are God’s children. And He delights in hearing those same words from us.

How often do we pause to say, "Father aka Daddy, I sure love You!" Not out of habit or obligation, but from a heart that truly knows we are loved beyond measure.

One way I love to connect with God is by personalizing Scripture -- letting His words become my own prayer:

"Thank You, Lord, for being my Shepherd. Thank You for leading me beside quiet waters. Thank You for restoring my soul. Thank You for guiding me when I feel lost."

It’s having a heart-to-heart with our Heavenly Father, pouring out love and trust just like a child does with their parents. And let’s be honest -- when a child runs into our arms with pure love, we want to scoop them up and lavish them with even more.

Psalm 37:4 says, "Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart."

So today, let’s be that child -- delighting in Him, resting in His love, and whispering, "Daddy, You are so good!" Because I have no doubt -- He loves hearing it.

 

DOGE, Love, and a Man on a Mission

There are some words you never expect to hear in marriage. “DOGE” was one of them -- until I sent my sweetheart, Carl, a text message that included the new word.

“Sweetheart!! I never thought DOGE would affect me so personally. I’m giving you until midnight to email me the five (5) things you did around the apartment last week.”

Without hesitation, Carl (ever the noble man) responded like a union worker gearing up for contract negotiations. “This is unfair. I will contact my union representative.” But before calling in the big guns, he presented “Exhibit A” -- his “honey-do” list of contributions, detailed and undeniable:

1. I filled your car up with gas.
2. I emptied the dishwasher and put the dishes away.
3. I brought your car to the door for my sweetie.
4. I set the table.
5. I took the trash bin out and brought it back in.

Then, in true hero fashion, he added: "The list can go on for pages, but I am busy shopping for medicine for my darling. You are welcome!!!" 😍

Ladies and gentlemen, I rest my case.

In marriage, we joke, we nudge, we keep each other on our toes -- but at the heart of it all, love is a verb. It’s in the gas tank refills, the clean dishes, the thoughtful gestures. It’s in the unseen, unthanked moments of kindness that mirror Christ’s command:

"Let all that you do be done in love." — 1 Corinthians 16:14

Carl’s playful response made me laugh, but it also made me grateful. Love isn’t just poetry and candlelit dinners. It’s showing up in the small things, repeatedly. It’s setting the table when you're tired. It’s taking out the trash, both literally and figuratively, to keep the home (and heart) in order.

Proverbs 27:17 says, “As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.” And let me tell you, there is no sharpening, quite like marriage. We refine, we stretch, we serve, and -- if we’re doing it right -- we laugh a lot along the way.

So, here’s to all the little things that mean everything. And to my dear husband -- your union representative can stand down. You’ve done well, and, I am a contented officer of DOGE!