Prayer.It’s the daily friendship God desires to have with you—the kind where you can show up in your slippers with messy hair, coffee breath, half-awake, offering up a simple, “Good morning, Lord,” and He beams like you just gave Him the greatest gift.

If Satan rebelled, why didn’t God just get rid of him? Why allow him to linger? It’s a fair question—and a deeply human one. We feel the weight of spiritual battle. We see the brokenness. We long for peace. So why does God allow the enemy any space at all? The Bible gives us beautiful clues that point to God’s love, His justice, His eternal plan, and His perfect timing. As we walk through Advent—the season of longing, waiting, and hopeful expectation—this truth becomes even m

Thanksgiving is a beautiful holiday because it brings out something tender and true in us. It’s the one of the two days a year where the world seems to collectively pause, take a breath, and say, “Okay, let’s remember what actually matters.”

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 something so sacred about food shared after a long day’s work — especially when it’s cooked with love and served with purpose. I often think about one of my favorite Bible moments found in John 21:1–14 — the story of Jesus appearing to His disciples after His resurrection. They had gone back to what they knew — fishing. The waves lapped against the boat, the sun rising slowly as their nets came up empty again and again. These were seasoned fishermen, weary in both

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

Traditions aren’t always loud or elaborate. Sometimes they begin quietly and grow year by year. Maybe it’s a favorite dish passed down through generations, the way everyone joins hands before a meal to pray, or how someone always sneaks a bite of dessert before dinner (every family has that person). These steady little rituals give us roots. They remind us not just of where we come from—but who we belong to.

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.

When I picture Jesus sharing meals with His disciples, I think of the simple, wholesome foods of the land — fresh fish from the Sea of Galilee, figs picked from the tree, olives just pressed into oil… and always, always bread.

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.

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...

Temptation doesn’t always show up wearing red horns and carrying a pitchfork. Sometimes it’s dressed in a perfectly reasonable excuse, a harmless little “just this once,” or even a shiny opportunity that looks too good to be true (because… it is). The enemy is sneaky like that — he custom-tailors temptation so it fits just right for you.

I’ve always loved old things — an heirloom quilt, a weathered farmhouse table, a recipe scribbled in a grandmother’s handwriting. There’s something about going back to the original that feels truer, richer, and more satisfying. You get the whole story — not just the bits and pieces. The Church is a lot like that. If we look closely at history, we can trace the Christian faith all the way back to one small, powerful moment: the morning the tomb was empty. Jesus had risen, and

Trust me when I say I love to sleep in, but there’s also something about stepping outside early in the morning—before the world fully...

I’ve come to believe that a cozy, well-loved home isn’t about how much we own—it’s about the few things that truly serve us, spark joy, and make life a little smoother (and a lot more peaceful). So today, I’m opening the door to my everyday life and sharing 10 items I use every single day in my home—and why they’ve become part of what I call my Cozy Home Capsule.

Fall Cozy I don’t know about you, but there’s a certain thrill I get when the air starts to turn crisp and the leaves begin to change....

MIlk in Glass Milk – it's a staple in many households, enjoyed by young and old alike. But have you ever stopped to think about the...