What Makes Joy Work in Our Lives?
Today I woke up wondering where all my joy had gone. I just felt blah, if you know what I mean. Have felt blah for a while, if truth be told (and it should be). So I asked myself, “Why do I feel so . . . joyless.” It was still dark outside, which kind of matched my mood, so I got up and sat in my favorite chair and tried to clear the conscious thoughts out of my mind so I could identify what I was really feeling and why . . . Read More

A Critical Spirit: How Much Damage Does It Do?
There’s a lot of negativity in the air these days. When I say “in the air,” I’m not just referring to T.V. and the internet, though there is plenty of negativity there, for sure. Negativity has invaded…Read More

Can Things Ever Change? How Hope Makes It Happen
If there’s anything I’m asking God for in 2020, it’s to hope more. You may be thinking—why hope more? Hope sounds kind of wimpy. Why not ask to love more? That’s really important, isn’t it? But hope?…Read More
3 Things We Can Do to Bring the God-joy Back
Ever wonder where all the joy went? Christians are supposed to have it, aren’t they? Joy? Shouldn’t we be the happiest, most joyful people on earth? We felt it when we first . . .
Should We Talk to Our Children About Their Bad Parenting?
Should parents say anything to their adult children when they see them making parenting mistakes? And how should those adult children receive such criticism? Those are tough . . .
When You Wonder if You Married the Wrong Man
Have you ever wondered if you married the wrong man? Maybe you’re convinced of it. Perhaps you can pinpoint the very moment when you chose to go against your best judgment.
What Happens if We Sin and We Can’t Undo It?
What happens if we sin and we just can’t fix it? Will God still allow us in His presence? Does our identity in Christ change with our actions? If you’ve read . . .
Beating Depression: Suzan Cartegena's Story
If you suffer from depression, this post may be one of the most important messages you ever hear. It’s written by my dear friend, Suzan . . .