Have you ever opened your mailbox and felt… seen? Not bills. Not ads.But something that feels like it was placed there just for your heart. That’s exactly what it feels like to receive mail from Living in Light Co.. And once you experience it, you start counting down the days until the next one arrives.

As I’ve grown in my faith, I’ve realized that the way we treat our homes is a direct reflection of how we value the Creator’s handiwork. In Genesis 2:15, we’re told that the Lord took man and put him in the Garden of Eden to "work it and take care of it." We were designed to be stewards, not just consumers. But let’s be honest: in our modern world, "taking care of it" feels harder than ever. We are surrounded by single-use plastics, hidden chemicals, and a "toss it when you’r

When we think of Jesus, many of us picture bread and wine—especially during the Last Supper. And that picture is true. But it’s also just the beginning. In the time of Jesus, the most common drinks were: Wine (often diluted with water) Water (from wells, cisterns, or springs) Occasionally milk or fermented drinks Wine wasn’t reserved for special occasions the way it often is today. It was part of daily life. But it looked different than what we might imagine.

There are moments in life when faith becomes deeply personal. Maybe it happens during a quiet morning with a cup of coffee/tea and an open Bible, or while walking outside and feeling the steady peace that God is near. And sometimes it happens when we begin asking questions about a historical occurence.

In today’s world, many people say they cannot believe in God because they want physical proof. They want something they can measure, hold, test, or examine in a laboratory. If something cannot be seen or scientifically verified, they assume it cannot be real. Yet the Christian faith has always taught that belief in God involves faith. At first glance, this can make it seem as though faith and reason are opposed to one another. But when we look more closely, we discover someth

Living in the flesh often looks like: Placing our desires above God’s commands. Seeking approval from people rather than from God. Acting from anger, fear, pride, or insecurity. Pursuing temporary satisfaction rather than lasting truth. The flesh whispers that life is about self-protection, self-promotion, and self-gratification. But the Spirit calls us to something far greater.

When Jesus speaks of telling a mountain to move, He is not teaching theatrics. In Scripture, mountains often represent the immovable — the impossible — the obstacle too great for human strength. Jesus is saying: Nothing is impossible when it rests in the hands of God.

I used to overspend constantly on “trying” products. I was always searching for better. Cleaner. More effective. More aesthetic. I would find something promising, use it halfway, then move on to the next thing that claimed to be revolutionary. Is their a better solution? What works? Clean doesn't have to be complicated.

In the time of Jesus, people didn’t live by schedules the way we do now. There were no time clocks, no eight-hour shifts, no calendars packed weeks in advance. Life followed a rhythm shaped by daylight and darkness, hunger and satisfaction, work and rest, gathering and solitude.People rose with the sun. They rested when it grew dark. They worked, but not in isolation from their families. Children were nearby. Meals were shared. Prayer wasn’t squeezed into the margins—it was w

The Last Supper wasn’t a fancy banquet. It was a Passover meal, rooted in tradition, symbolism, and everyday ingredients that were already familiar to those gathered. Which is good news for us—because it means you don’t need rare spices, special cookware, or a theology degree to recreate the heart of it. Let’s talk about what was likely served… and how to prepare a simple, modern version in your own kitchen today.

There are seasons when God feels close enough to hear your thoughts before you finish them. And then there are seasons when you’re praying like you’re leaving a voicemail. You know the kind. You pray. You wait. You pray again, just in case the first one didn’t go through. You start wondering if heaven has you on Do Not Disturb. It feels quiet.

Worry has a way of showing up uninvited and acting like it owns the place. And even as believers who love the Lord, we are not immune to anxious thoughts. Loving God does not mean our minds automatically stay calm. It means we now have a place to take the worry when it comes.

This is not a message of guilt. It’s a message of invitation. A loving reminder that the Lord is always waiting to meet with us, speak to us, comfort us, and strengthen us through His Word and scripture.

Today, I wanted to share a simple, comforting meal inspired by foods that would have been common in Jesus’ time — not bread, not lentils, but fish, olives, herbs, figs, and honey. Foods from the Sea of Galilee region. Foods of everyday life.

Have you ever watched the trees on a breezy day? Leaves dancing. Branches bowing. Hair blowing across your face like it has somewhere important to be. You don’t see the wind. But you sure see what it does. No one stands outside and says,“Well, I can’t see it, so I refuse to believe in it.” That would be… windy nonsense. (Yes, that is now a theological term.)

Have you ever sat down to pray and thought…I want to talk to God, but I don’t even know where to start. Your mind feels crowded. Your heart feels tired. And the words just won’t come. If that’s you, let me gently tell you something very important: You are not bad at prayer. You are human. And God understands that. Prayer is not a performance. It’s a relationship. And sometimes, relationships grow the most in the quiet moments when words are hard.

There’s something about cold weather that makes us crave food that feels like a hug. Not a polite side hug… but a full, blanket-and-socks-and-you-don’t-have-to-talk kind of hug. Enter: chili. Faithful. Reliable. Always shows up when things get chilly — kind of like God, honestly. Whether you’ve had a long day, a long week, or a long season (you know the kind), this is the kind of meal that says: sit down, breathe, and let something warm you from the inside out.

Have you ever had one of those moments where something inside you just… wakes up? Not because life suddenly became perfect. Not because all your problems packed their bags and moved out. But because, in the middle of ordinary days and unanswered prayers, you felt a quiet nudge that said:There’s more. And God is closer than you think. That, sweet friend, is often where spiritual awakening begins. Not with fireworks — but with a whisper.

Have you ever felt like your faith was… tiny? Not absent. Not gone. Just small. Quiet. A little shaky around the edges. The kind of faith that says, “Lord, I believe… but I’m also kind of scared.” If so, you’re in very good company. Because when Jesus talked about faith, He didn’t point to something massive and impressive. He pointed to something small.

The phrase “born again” can feel loaded. For some, it brings to mind awkward conversations, loud debates, or a version of faith that feels more like pressure than love. For others, it’s a phrase they’ve heard their whole life but never fully understood. And for many, it’s quietly stirring a question they’re almost afraid to ask: Is there really a way to start over? Jesus’ answer is yes. But maybe not in the way you’ve been told.

If becoming a Christian meant we instantly stopped messing up, never said the wrong thing, never lost our patience, and always responded with perfect grace…✨ church parking lots would be the most peaceful places on earth ✨(and yet… here we are). So when we read: “If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”— 2 Corinthians 5:17

There are a lot of things competing for our attention these days. Our phones buzz. Our tabs multiply. Our “just one more scroll” turns into thirty minutes we’ll never get back. And yet—there is something sacred about opening a book. Not tapping. Not swiping. Not being interrupted by a notification telling you someone you barely know just posted lunch. Just you. A story. And the quiet presence of God meeting you right where you are. Reading has never been obsolete.

There was a time when I never thought twice about what was in my makeup. If it smelled nice, worked well enough, and fit the budget, into the basket it went. I didn’t question ingredient lists I couldn’t pronounce, or why my skin felt irritated after using certain products. I didn’t connect my daily habits with my faith. But eventually, after 3-bouts of cancer between my teens and 20's, a quiet nudge began to surface. Not fear. Not guilt. Just awareness. As Christians, we’

One of the most beautiful truths of our faith is this: our Father in Heaven is a healer. Not distant. Not stingy with grace. Not waiting for us to get everything right first. He is close, compassionate, and deeply invested in our wholeness—body, mind, and spirit. “I am the Lord who heals you.” — Exodus 15:26 And here’s the part that often surprises people: through Jesus, we’ve been invited into that healing work ourselves. Wait, what? We can heal? Read more on healing.