Anxiety has a way of lying to us. It whispers, “You’re stuck. You’ll never be yourself again. You’ll always feel this way.” But the Word of God speaks a greater truth: “Fear not, for I am with you.” (Isaiah 41:10)

I watched Pope Leo speak today in front of an auditorium filled with 16,000 young people right here in America. Sixteen thousand. Just imagine that many hearts gathered together—not for a concert, not for a celebrity meet-and-greet—but to praise God, ask real questions, and grow in faith. It moved me more deeply than I expected. When the students began asking questions, one that stood out was about AI, because honestly… how could it not?

There’s something so humbling about realizing that the Creator of all things — God Himself — desires a relationship with us. We don’t have to strive or perform to earn His love; it’s already ours through Christ. But when we truly love God, our hearts long to please Him — to live in a way that brings joy to the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Each Person of the Trinity — Father, Son, and Spirit — reveals a different layer of God’s love and invites us to walk closer with Him.

There’s a quiet question that whispers through every heart at one time or another — “How can I be sure I’ll go to Heaven?” It’s not a question born of fear, but of love. Love for God, love for others, and a longing to be near the One who made us. And the beautiful truth is this: God wants us to know His heart and to rest in His promise of eternity with Him. Have faith.

Yesterday, I caught myself doing that thing again—staring at my phone, scrolling through nothing. I had opened it to answer a message, and before I knew it, forty-two minutes had vanished in the TikTok–Instagram–Email vortex of distraction. The pasta water was boiling over on the stove. My dog sat patiently by her bowl staring at me. A text from a friend sat unread. And I had that familiar sinking feeling again—that little ache behind the ribs—the feeling of time slipping awa

Ever wake up and just feel like the world has its hands on its hips, staring you down and saying, “Really? You again?” Yeah. That was me today. I don’t even know why. Nothing catastrophic happened. I didn’t trip and fall in public or accidentally like someone’s photo from 2009 while Facebook stalking (though, honestly, give me time). It was just one of those weird heavy days—the kind where your heart feels a little wrinkled and your brain starts asking dramatic questions l

Some days, art flows like sunlight—easy, warm, and full of life. Other days, it’s like trying to paint with rainwater. You sit there, brush in hand, staring at the blank page or screen, and wonder where that spark went. I’ve been there more times than I can count. But what I’ve learned is this: creative block isn’t the end of your art. Sometimes, it’s the space God gives you to breathe, listen, and refill your cup.

Beauty is in so many things—the sunrise, a kind word, a helping hand. But what if beauty could also be healing, life-affirming, nature-tied, heart-led? That’s the story Lemongrass Spa is Weaving.

There are television shows that entertain—and then there are those that move you, change you, and touch something deep inside your soul. The Chosen is one of those rare treasures. It’s not just a show to watch; it’s an experience to feel. From the very first episode, it’s clear that this series was made with love, purpose, and divine inspiration.

Let’s face it—we’ve all opened the fridge only to find a forgotten head of lettuce, now wilted and mushy. Or worse, tossed something out just because we weren’t sure if it was still good. We've also all brought home food wrapped in plastic that gets used once, then heads straight to the trash. It might seem small, but these everyday moments add up—to food waste, excess spending, and a growing environmental problem we can’t ignore.

It made me wonder: what would Jesus do? That isn’t just a cliché or a slogan for bumper stickers. It’s a way of living. A daily question that should guide every choice we make.

Graphic design is everywhere. It’s on the labels of your favorite tea, the sign outside your favorite bakery, the phone app you can’t live without, and the logo that makes you instantly smile. Yet behind every polished design is a story.

There’s something almost magical about reading. Maybe it’s the way words leap off a page and create worlds inside your mind. Maybe it’s the smell of an old, beloved book that feels like home. Or maybe it’s that satisfying sound of turning a crisp new page, like a little drumbeat of discovery. However it comes to you, reading is one of the greatest gifts we can give ourselves—and the next generation. Books.

I lost someone dear recently—a friend, a family member to many, my daughter’s cousin. His life was taken in a senseless act of violence during a robbery gone wrong. Just like that, a precious life cut short. His story should not have ended this way. There are no words that can wrap neatly around the ache that death leaves behind. When it happens in such a cruel way, it stings even more. Money. That’s what it came down to. Money—something so temporary—was valued over a huma

One of the most freeing truths in life is this: you and I were created with purpose, and the largest purpose is to glorify God. Every...

Color is one of the greatest gifts God has given us. It surrounds us in endless variations—every sunrise, every person, every leaf, every ripple of water reflects His artistry. As artists, we are called to see those colors more deeply and translate them into paint.

There’s a certain magic that comes with waking up each day knowing that your job is to create. To take what’s in your heart, around you, your imagination, and your prayers, and turn it into something that others can see, feel, and hold. Being a full-time artist is both a dream come true and a daily adventure—it’s freedom and challenge woven together with threads of color, faith, and possibility.

Have you ever sat in the quiet, wondering if God really hears you? Or maybe you’ve thought, I wish I could hear Him the way other people say they do. I know that feeling well. We want God to feel near, to speak clearly, to guide us like a loving Father. The beautiful truth is—He does. The question is often less about if He’s speaking and more about how we’re listening.

The word workmanship in the original Greek is poiēma—which is where we get our word poem. That means you are God’s unique poem, His one-of-a-kind masterpiece. And the cool part? He already wrote the plan for your life before you even got here.

Sometimes life feels like a race we weren’t fully prepared to run. We stumble, fall, get back up, and keep moving forward even when it feels like we’re walking through mud. And yet, through all the chaos, God’s hand is steady. His timing is never rushed, never delayed—it’s perfect. I’ve seen this truth play out in my own life, and maybe sharing a bit of my journey will encourage you not to give up on what God has planted inside you.