Guttural moans escaped her petite frame. I am thankful the pediatrician’s office offer walk-in sick appointments.  Less than an hour...

“You have no idea,” I growl at the computer screen. It is a New Year but I never had that New Year fresh start feeling.  I have a new...

Today is the one year anniversary of my first full body paralysis attack.  One year ago today, my plans were hijacked. I know that if my...

The shift from faith to doubt is subtle. I recently caught myself following the breadcrumb path that lead to restlessness. Unbeknownst to...

It’s been a brutal week. I’ve wrestled with physical pain, emotional lows, and misplaced hope. Searching for comfort, I went back to the...

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Scholars believe King David penned Psalm 23 as an old man reflecting on his life.  I believe it to be true. When I read this passage I...

I drag my red chair across the floor careful not to spill my coffee. I pull up my favorite chair next to God’s throne of grace. Touching...

This image has come to represent my need to rest. My need to “Cease striving and know that I Am God.” (Psalm 46:10, NASB) Cease striving....

I am desperately trying to be a Mary in a Martha season. Mary and Martha were sisters. When Jesus came to visit their home, Mary (not...

by April Dawn White “The glory of the Lord will be your rear guard. (Isaiah 58:8, NIV) Last Friday, I punched the time clock at 5:00 pm,...

“Cast all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.” (1 Peter 5:7, NIV) “Hurry up and take the picture.” hissed Andrew and Rachel....

Rest is a pesky four letter word that frustrates me because I don’t do it well. I openly admit to being a type-A, task driven, list...

Excruciating pain pierced through my head. At 3:00 a.m., I tiptoed to the kitchen to swallow a few ibuprofens. I returned to bed praying...

There is a damp chill in the air on this cloudy Autumn day. I am curled up in my favorite chair with my Grandma Bower’s tattered and...

Last night I wrote in my prayer journal “Lord, please give me the strength to rest.” That almost sounds like an oxymoron doesn’t it; like...