When my husband, Tom, was in high school, a classmate leaned over and casually asked, “Hey, would you like to go to church with me sometime?” Tom wasn’t opposed to church. He’d just never been invited before. This invitation got him to a place where he began hearing the gospel.
Many of us live it. Our self-concept is flawed. We place ourselves before a funhouse mirror, convinced we are looking at a true reflection.
Clarity doesn’t always show up at the top of the mountain—sometimes it waits for you halfway down, breathless and freezing, with a lesson you didn’t expect to learn.
Have you ever been tired—deep in your soul? The kind of tired that sleep doesn’t fix, where the weight of everything feels too heavy to carry? The world keeps demanding more, no matter how much you give, it never seems enough.
Someone called me Super Woman the other day and I received it. Practically caped it. It was completely undeserved and the cape altogether ill-fitting, and still I received it. Just so’s you know, though, anytime I’m acting like I have everything all together, feel free to remind me that sometimes I still sing the song to find my way to the book of Ezra
As a ministry leader I feel the weight of being an ambassador for my Jesus— especially in regard to the words I share online. And I feel the weight of knowing I’m not worthy to represent Him—by myself. But God never sends us out into the world, alone, to accomplish what He has planned for us. NEVER.
Somewhere between the hustle of life’s demands and the lack of quiet moments for your soul, you may have lost something of great worth...
When you’re wading through muddy waters, longing for clarity, it can feel like there’s nothing firm to stand on—only murky answers and shifting ground.
Michele Chynoweth’s bestselling novel, The Jealous Son, is on its way to the big screen, with early production underway for a major motion picture adaptation.
This time of the year can seem very dreary, and with each new snowstorm or tornado warning, the days of spring and summer seem so far away. All the dead trees and the brown lawns don’t give much hope of seeing any flower bulbs popping up soon. But, slowly, as the days grow longer (we gain about 2–3 minutes a day), we begin seeing the sun more often, and our hope is restored … spring will soon be here.