Pain can either thrust me into the arms of Jesus or make me turn my back on Him. Either way, it's a choice.

When we think of other people as our center and fulfillment, we live frustrated lives.

Our task shouldn't be punishing the villains in our lives, but enlarging the God who heals us from all wounds.

When the world careens out of control, we can rest in the fact that God spun this world with a simple word. Matter from emptiness. Beauty from void. Community from chaos.

A hopeful book that moms will relish, Blue Like Playdough is an honest, peel-back-the-covers look at the creative way God shapes us through childhood and parenthood. Tricia Goyer explores her own weaknesses along the journey, revealing her desire to serve the God who forms strength and joy and perseverance within her. A compelling, fresh read.

Because the culture we breathe and work in rushes against rest. It equates our worth with production and wealth and fame. The more we work toward those goals, the more society assigns us worth.

I understand true life doesn't happen when I constantly gaze backwards, mulling over all the injustices others have done or I have done to others.