By the time your third child gets engaged, you’d think you’d have this whole “mother of the bride/groom dress” situation figured out.

You do not.

You have, however, developed a false sense of confidence. This is dangerous.

It starts innocently enough. You’re sitting at your desk with your coffee, thinking, I’ll just take a quick look online. Five mi...

I love waking up to sunshiny mornings. My body feels more alive. I’m happier. I see God more in the light than in the dark. There is something transformative about seeing the sun.

It simply shines—steady, generous, and infinite. Sunlight touches every part of who we are: body, mind, and soul.

In a culture that increasingly lives indoors—under artificial light, beh...

There is a quiet tragedy in many American Christian churches: Easter Sunday arrives in a burst of lilies, white garments, and triumphant hymns—“He is risen!”—and then, the celebration fades quickly away. By the following week, the alleluias end, attendance dips, and the Church seems to go back to the status quo.

If we look to the Scriptures, the Easter season d...

When love stays until the end

Love does not abandon the ending, no matter how painful. Of course I didn’t want to stay, to be there.

The sky itself seems to protest. The air is heavy, as if all of creation is holding its breath.

When the weight becomes visible

Today, He carries it.

Not metaphorically. Not symbolically. Truly, Physically.

The wood is rough, heavy, unforgiving. It presses into torn flesh. Each step is slower than the last. The crowd moves with Him, but not with compassion—more like a tide pushing something toward the shore. With the exception of a few of us…<...