I realized that as hard as I tried, I couldn’t fix my life. My will was finally broken, and I needed help.

Caleb and I started trying a have a baby nearly a year ago. Our extra room is still empty.

How can anyone find peace during this uncertain time?

What are we to do when these storms begin to brew and ominous clouds hang low? We must remember the One who created the storm.

Can't convey it in just a line or two.Can't capture it in a sonnet or a psalm.But here's my best attempt at honoring moms.

I don't always give myself grace. Which is silly because God give me grace, and am I greater than God? No.

Nouwen asks himself a question, "Does getting older bring me closer to God?"

"How do I reflect to the moon? What does it see? Am I living my life to the fullest? Am I being all that I can be?"

I know that whenever I have felt out of sorts or lost with the world, the truth was that I needed to be reconnected with my God.

That's the thing about pretty things. They don't always stay pretty.

Our hearts can sometimes be like the mangled business signs on the ground, distorted, forgotten, and broken.

You can never fall from grace. Maybe out of favor with man, maybe out of societal comfort, but never out of God's grace.

"Would I see him again?" I had just gotten engaged a few weeks ago. "Would he be able to walk me down the aisle?"

I had somehow acknowledged the truth of Easter, but never it's weight, it's glory, it's triumph, nor the full impact of His grace.

Lysa's book challenges you to find your why. She also gives the reader some "go-to scripts" to retrain the way you think & respond to food.