New Wine

New Wine

That crushing was actually a pressing. The pit wasn’t my grave but the safety of a barrel.  He was making new wine. I was pressed but not crushed. Persecuted not abandoned. . I was struck down but I wasn’t destroyed. . What the enemy thought would disconnect me...
You Aren’t Lost

You Aren’t Lost

A few months ago our 6 year old, Selah, got lost at the mall.  It was the most terrified I’ve ever been and within seconds our panic was at an all time high.  Other moms heard us screaming her name and an army of women dispersed throughout the building searching for...
Rhythms of Grace

Rhythms of Grace

I was supposed to fly to Florida today to be part of a worship conference with my friends…a category 5 hurricane changed those plans.  I have been looking forward to this for months!  As a 7 on the Enneagram I have some major FOMO but with this change of plans...
I’ve Seen Too Much

I’ve Seen Too Much

I remember the first time I saw a demon cast out of an addict. . The smell of the ER when they told me to say goodbye to my dad, flatlining on the table as his heart gave out…I laid across his chest and screamed, “take up your bed and walk!” And then he did. ....
Remember

Remember

Paul speaks these words to Timothy in 1 Timothy 1:18 to encourage him to live out the calling entrusted to him, to fight the battle well.  I found myself reflecting  on all the seasons including those I didn’t fight as well, possibly didn’t fight at all. . Those were...