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  • When Help Comes From an Unexpected Place

    When Help Comes From an Unexpected Place

    There are moments in life when fear comes suddenly. I remember driving on the highway when my car stopped in the middle of the road. It felt like one of the tires had popped. My heart started racing. Cars were passing by quickly, and I was scared. I carefully pulled my car to the side

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  • When Life Feels Too Heavy to Carry

    When Life Feels Too Heavy to Carry

    There are seasons in life when pain does not come one at a time.It comes all at once. I know a woman whose life changed suddenly. Her husband collapsed at their business. He was hospitalized for several days, and then she had to let him go. In a short moment, she lost her partner, her

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  • The Moment I Thought I Lost Was Found

    The Moment I Thought I Lost Was Found

    There was a moment in my life when fear completely took over my heart. I was shopping at a big store like Walmart with my two boys. One was three years old, the other six. In just one moment only when I turned around and realized one of my children was gone. One child was

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  • When Our Limited Imagination Meets God’s Unlimited Plan

    When Our Limited Imagination Meets God’s Unlimited Plan

    There was a time when I thought one of my children had limits. Not because I didn’t believe in God, but because my imagination was small. I always knew God had a big plan for him, yet I could only see through my own limited ideas as a parent. One thing I never stopped doing

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  • Created Differently, Known Completely by God

    Created Differently, Known Completely by God

    Everybody is created differently by God. God created each of us with intention—my children, my siblings, you, and me. No one is made the same. Not in personality, not in emotions, not in how we process life or relationships. And that difference is not a mistake. Sometimes the discomfort we feel inside doesn’t come from

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  • God Is Not Separate From Healing

    God Is Not Separate From Healing

    Many people think of healing as something that happens after faith—or sometimes instead of faith. We pray, and then we wait. We believe, and then we seek help. We separate the spiritual from the physical, the inner from the outer, as if God only lives in certain places and not in others. I used to think this

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  • Why Death Isn’t the End and Why That Matters While We’re Alive

    Why Death Isn’t the End and Why That Matters While We’re Alive

    There are some questions we don’t ask out loud, even when they sit close to our hearts. Questions about death. About what happens after. About whether life truly continues, or simply stops. Many people carry these questions quietly, especially when grief touches their lives or when their own bodies feel more fragile than they once did. Even

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  • You Are Not Behind Even When Life Feels Slow

    You Are Not Behind Even When Life Feels Slow

    There is a quiet fear many people carry but rarely speak out loud. It’s the feeling that everyone else is moving forward while you are standing still. That others seem to be reaching milestones, finding clarity, or stepping confidently into the next season—while your own life feels slow, unfinished, or delayed. If you’ve ever felt that way,

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  • For Anyone Who Feels They Are Wandering but Still Believes

    For Anyone Who Feels They Are Wandering but Still Believes

    There is a particular kind of season that is hard to explain to others. You are not lost—but you are not settled. You still believe—but you don’t feel certain. You are moving—but without a clear sense of arrival. It can feel lonely, this place in between. Many people assume that wandering means drifting away from God. But I’ve

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  • Why Stillness Is Not Giving Up

    Why Stillness Is Not Giving Up

    Stillness is often misunderstood. To the world, stillness can look like hesitation. Like avoidance. Like falling behind. We are taught—sometimes quietly, sometimes very loudly—that movement equals progress, and that slowing down means we are losing momentum or missing something important. For a long time, I believed that too. When life felt uncertain, my instinct was to do

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