You Don’t Need a Different Life. You Need New Eyes for This One
Photo by Tanya Nevidoma
Photo by Tanya Nevidoma
Tired of performing for worth? A devotional for Christian women on biblical rest, boundaries, and the holy work of unbecoming.
“New life starts in the dark. Whether it’s a seed in the ground, a baby in the womb, or Jesus in the tomb, new life starts in the dark.” ~Barbara Brown Taylor It’s late summer in Nebraska, and the season is turning if you’re paying attention. The corn has lost its tender green. Goldenrod is…
She sits at the kitchen table long after the hum of the house has quieted, fingers wrapped around a mug that’s gone cold. Outside, winter presses its face against the windows—the world wrapped in white, streetlights glowing like softened halos, the hush of snow settling over everything. It should feel peaceful. It should feel holy….
To the Pharmacy Techs Who Whispered: I wish you knew. I wish you could step into this body for a day—to feel the tremors that come when your heart forgets how to beat right, the pain that splinters through joints that can’t hold you up, the exhaustion that no amount of sleep can fix. I…
There are mornings, Mama, when the world feels like it’s splitting at the seams — headlines ache, tempers flare, the earth groans, and you can almost feel the fracture under your feet. And yet, the light still spills slow across the kitchen floor. The coffee brews. The child laughs. Hope hums quiet between the cracks….
Sometimes the bravest thing you’ll ever do is refuse to shrink. Not to keep the peace.Not to make others comfortable.Not to fit back into a life you already outgrew. You’re allowed to take up space.To change your mind.To protect your peace.To redefine “family.”To heal what hurt you.To stop apologizing for being someone God is proud…
𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼, This week always carries a strange weight, doesn’t it? Thanksgiving arrives with its table settings and recipes and expectations—and yet, for so many of us, the heart pulls up a chair too, carrying its own untold stories. Maybe your heart is like mine—trying to hold both the ache and the gratitude in the…
Ashley’s email sat in my inbox like a ticking bomb. “So, are you in?” I stared at the words, my stomach twisting. The idea of flying to Florida to spend four days in a house with 13 complete strangers? Hard pass. That was a firm nope in my book. Surely, my husband would back me…
Addiction doesn’t simply take root in one life—it vines its way into every life nearby, squeezing tight, stealing light, and leaving marriages to wonder if there’s enough thread to stitch together what’s been torn apart. Chris’ addiction wasn’t just his battle; it was ours. I thought it was mine to fight.