Thriving means freedom. Freedom to be who I am meant to be, in the place I am, with the gifts I received, fulfilling his good plan for me. It is being the very best version of the one God created me to… Read More

In order to thrive, we need more than air, water, nutrients, sleep and shelter. Hope is a necessary ingredient to thriving as well as being tethered to Someone who will guide us to our greatest potential. In addition, community is essential to… Read More

The thief’s purpose is the steal and kill and destroy. My purpose is to give them a rich and satisfying life. John 10:10 In order to thrive, we need hope. Without hope, we will spiral into survival mentality and never live the… Read More

While I quilt, I like to watch something. Last night I chose The Hunger Games. This isn’t my first time viewing them, but as happens, I caught something new this time through. After the tributes from the 12 Districts are chosen, Katniss… Read More

Read: Genesis 8:11 In the story of the flood, God looked at the wickedness of man and it broke his heart. To get the full picture, read Genesis 6-8. When the flood waters receded, the dove brought back an olive branch. A… Read More

Read: Ephesians 4:31-32 A while back I perceived I had a falling out with a dear friend. I contemplated reaching out through a letter a few months ago, but did not do it. Every once in a while it would come back… Read More

Read: Ephesians 4:3-6 Once in a while, Dave and I disagree. And as we discuss whatever the issue might be, we begin to polarize. You know, I go to the extreme end of my point of view, he goes to the extreme… Read More

Read: Ephesians 4:2 A friend shared this story with me. Ten years ago she had out of town family visiting. On the last night they would be in town, she invited her other children for one last evening of fun. She busily… Read More

Read: Ephesians 4:1 My granddaughter is two and a half. As I expected, she started asking, “Why?” a couple of months ago. Me: Finley, let’s put the toys away. Finley: Why? Me: Because we are done playing with them. Finley: Why? And… Read More

It was Friday morning in the dark hours of early morning when the phone rang. My daughter needed me to come be with the girls. Finley had a fever. I stumbled out of bed, grabbing my toothbrush on the way to feed… Read More