I used to think I could handle everything on my own. I’m a mom of two little boys — loud, lovable, and full of energy — and I figured that with enough coffee and determination, I could do it all. But motherhood has a way of teaching you that strength isn’t found in isolation. It’s found in community. Somewhere between diaper changes, sleepless nights, and the endless cycle of “Mom, watch this!” I realized I was running on fumes. I was giving everything I had but never getting

I’ve spent nearly four decades in the pulpit and more than six inside the walls of Protestant churches. In that time, I’ve seen a troubling trend deepen—a kind of spiritual tribalism among believers. Denominational lines have become fences, and in some places, barbed wire. We’ve forgotten that we are not opposing teams. We are not Methodists versus Baptists, Presbyterians versus Pentecostals, or Lutherans versus the non-denominational crowd down the street. We are the Church—

Every year around this time, the same debate pops up in Christian circles: Should families celebrate Halloween? Is it harmless fun—or are we letting darkness creep into our homes one candy bar at a time? As a 30-year-old Christian mom raising two little ones who light up at the sight of pumpkins and superheroes, I’ve wrestled with this question myself. The truth is, I don’t want to glorify anything evil, but I also don’t want my kids to grow up thinking they have to fear a ho

There’s an old saying in the church: “Where two or three are gathered, there will be four opinions.” Anyone who has spent much time among believers knows how true that can be. Healthy discussion and thoughtful theological debate have always been part of our faith heritage. After all, iron sharpens iron. But lately, I’ve noticed that too often our sharpening leaves sparks that burn rather than refine. We seem to have forgotten that the goal of theology is not to win arguments

If you’re a mom like me, your days probably start before sunrise and end long after everyone else is asleep. Between school drop-offs, work deadlines, soccer practice, and PTA meetings, life feels like one long sprint. Somewhere in that blur, we squeeze in a workout, meal prep, and maybe—if we’re lucky—a few quiet moments before bed. But somewhere along the way, I realized that while I was doing everything I could to care for my family’s physical and emotional needs, I was ne

When we open our Bibles and read the story of David and Goliath, most of us instinctively find ourselves rooting for—and identifying with—the shepherd boy. David is the underdog, small in stature but mighty in faith. He represents courage, trust, and God’s ability to use the weak to humble the strong. It’s an easy and comforting comparison. But if we’re honest, we’re rarely David. More often, we’re Goliath. We live in a culture that prizes confidence, self-sufficiency, and vi

For generations, Christians have cherished the Bible as the foundation of faith and the source of truth. Yet too often, I see believers get caught up arguing over which version of the Bible is “the right one.” I understand the passion behind those debates — the Word of God deserves reverence — but we must remember something important: if you can’t understand the words on the page, you’ll struggle to understand the God behind them. The goal of reading Scripture is transformati