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

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.

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...

Have you ever noticed how the world seems to spin a little too fast some days? Between the news, the hustle, the expectations, and the constant pinging of phones—our minds can start to feel like they’re running a never-ending race. But there’s something magical that happens when you pick up a crochet hook and a soft skein of cotton yarn.