Rose

When God Interrupts My Plans This morning, I spent some time with the Lord that left me both encouraged and convicted. Not condemned. Convicted. There is a difference. Condemnation pushes us away from God. Conviction draws us closer. As I sat with Him, I began to realize something that wasn't easy to admit: lately, I've been focused on my plans, my goals, my timeline, my desires, and all the things I think need to happen. I've been doing all the right things on the outside. I've been waking...

Lately, I've been thinking about faithfulness. Not the kind of faithfulness that makes headlines. Not the kind that gets applause or recognition. Just the quiet, everyday kind. The kind that gets up in the morning, goes to work, takes care of responsibilities, answers emails, folds laundry, pays bills, and does it all over again tomorrow. If I'm being honest, I've been tired lately. Not tired of God. Not tired of writing. Not tired of ministry. Just plain old tired. And in those moments, it's...

This morning, I spent some precious time with the Lord, and honestly, I'm still sitting here with tears in my eyes. A song popped up in my memories: Healing Is In Your Hands by Christy Nockels. The moment I heard it, I was transported back to a completely different season of my life. A season of deep distress. A season where I was hurting, struggling, praying, waiting, and desperately needing God to show up. And He did. Oh, how He did. As I listened to that song today, memory after memory...