Our family's love language is Snark. We speak some others fluently: Gifts, Quality Time, Service. But Snark gets a lot of air time. One of the spiritual grow...

In quarantine, I feel the posts I see on social media are trying to force me into a false dichotomy. Am I a Productive/Something to Prove Parent? Or am I a ...

Some intentional ways to be good friends during the era of social distancing and distress.

God loves a cheerful giver. Does he also love one who is crying, wiping her nose on her sleeve and swearing at her sewing machine? I think so. This weekend, ...

As our relationships show strain from the stress of this global crises, make note of what we need to work on, but don't push for change now.

Effective and loving encouragement is best offered in "right circumstances" among friends who know how to listen to one another.

Sobriety has forced me into a new kind of spiritual formation, which is really coming in handy during the Corona crisis.

The less-is-more, reality of Lent makes is of greater spiritual value to me than Advent.

I'm sorry. I was wrong. I was thinking about myself. I wasn't really listening. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. Tomorrow I'll be teaching the ...

Crying actually soothes physical pain! Even more so, it helps heal our hearts. Let's encourage each other to cry when we need to.

Wouldn't having a few "best dress" outfits also help us compete less with other women? I'm looking for ways to keep things real around here.

I think the most valuable lesson of parenting is not learning to be selfless, but learning how to have healthy boundaries.

I'm learning to ignore the alert tones that are non-essential, and attend to those voices I can most trust to bring me truth and joy.

This is a story about my friend Jen, but it starts with a story about shopping. I have a new piece of favorite clothing: a sleeveless, wide-legged black and w...

This Christmas, embrace that you are not enough, and you don't have to be, because God is.

Personality tests are wonderful tools for self-awareness, but taken too literally,can become restrictions that typecast the people we love.

The help we need, the grace we need, is nothing to be ashamed of, whether it's roomy underwear, a good cry, therapy, or Jesus.

A heart check in November helps me see the things I see as duty as profound privilege.

Both men in my life, Jesus and Jeff, see me as a valuable minister and teacher, and also a wife, a mother, a woman worthy of love.

God is not throwing a flag on the field when we pursue creativity purely for pleasure.