And maybe this is the part of prayer we forget; it’s Big Kingdom work, eternal. There’s no need to define it with a beginning or end. A place and space for grace, hands humbled open on prayer.

The richest person in the world isn’t the one with the most numbers in their bank account; it’s one with contentment.

And while it is pleasant to be financially sound, if you still feel lack-ness amidst gold bars, you’re battling a far bigger monster.

A read a social media thread last year on seasons, 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝘆. Most responders had definitive reasons why spring/summer/winter/autumn was a personal favorite. Most reasons had nothing to do with leaves or flowers or snowflakes or ocean swell. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚. And yearly, as that season rolled around, the memory fired alive and ushered peace. It was neat to read…

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠-⁣

⁣ ~𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭~⁣

𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩.

Winston Churchill likely wouldn’t be called a sentimentalist. He leaned more straightforward curt. But on his desk? A picture of his childhood nanny. The person who believed in him is the one he honored.

Motherhood is individual. It has more nuances than a social media square. As a Christian mother, you’ll need to filter your choices, postures, and approaches through the lens of the Gospel. You’ll need to make prayerful choices with wisdom and discernment-it may not be popular. It likely won’t receive an earthly trophy.

Just because the plaster cracked doesn’t mean you take down the whole wall. Fix the crack and figure out why it cracked to begin with. If you try to merely fill the crack and make it look pretty without dealing and healing the foundation, the crack comes back bigger each time.

Instead of beleaguering yourself today?

Place your hand over your heart, a reminder you’re here, right where you are-God’s right there at your heart with you.

If God can believe in you for eternity, maybe you can believe in yourself for at least today?

That perspective shift can change everything.

You know times when things go unexpectedly sideways and it clutches your breath a bit? 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽? Thanksgiving this year could’ve been just that…but it wasn’t. It was table feast open, gratitude spread abundant.