When Jesus Arrives Too Late

I feel like a child, reaching for His hand, urging Him to follow me.

Come on, Jesus! I need You to help me.
I know that You can fix this if You can just get here.
Please, Jesus! I’m begging you to hurry!

And then the moment passes.

The unthinkable happens, and I sink to the ground in despair.
It’s too late—He was too late. Continue reading “When Jesus Arrives Too Late”

Clinging to Faith in a Broken World

Over the past few months, the Holy Spirit really convicted me about my spirit of defense. I frequently felt the need to deflect, deny, or defend, instead of trying to listen with an open heart or empathize with someone’s pain. So many times, I rolled my eyes at something on social media, only to feel a tug in my spirit: Your experiences do not negate someone else’s. So I finally sat down and spent some time in prayer. Continue reading “Clinging to Faith in a Broken World”

I’m Not Fine

This morning was chaotic. We were late for church, and I was trying to get my daughter’s messy hair into a quick braid. As I combed through one of her tangles, she tensed up and yelled, “Ow, ow, ow!” I quickly kissed her head and said, “You’re fine,” as I rushed out the door to finish getting ready. She followed me out and tugged on my dress. As I turned around, my 3-year-old looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “No, I’m not fine. It hurts.” Continue reading “I’m Not Fine”