When We Box Ourselves In

When We Box Ourselves In

There are so many things I want write about, I get overwhelmed and write about none. And the crazy thing about that is, it feels like I keep myself locked inside a cage. Only, I have the key. It’s fear that keeps me locked up. An irrational one, at that. Fear...
To Be In Want

To Be In Want

I never feel more like a grown child than when I’m talking to Abba about what someone else has that I want. Why can it be painful, sometimes? Why does it always feel like a reflection of my inability? Or self-worth? That somehow, Abba chose another, favored...
Pride has no place in God’s plan

Pride has no place in God’s plan

I opened up about my personal battles, and I cannot omit that pride has had a place in my heart it shouldn’t have. Sometimes pride masks itself as false humility, and makes us blind. Not seeing it makes it difficult to guard our hearts from it, and we...