My shells represent us—broken people. Often discarded as ugly, useless, and therefore unwanted, God showed me their beauty.

One stark realization we’ve had in our retirement dream is that what we imagine never happens the way we thought it would.

There is nothing we can do in our own power that can compare to what God can do through us by His power. Even so, God has victory through us and despite our circumstances.

So you find a dress like your husband's friend's wife and wear it on your date when you give him the aftershave you liked on his friend, and then tell him how much you love him. How well would that go over with your husband?.. Why would we offer God something that He doesn’t like or want?

Do we listen to Holy Spirit, or do we listen to Satan? Do we trust God to give us what we need and bless us for our obedience? We are no longer of this world, yet we are tempted to be like the world. We are called to be different, peculiar,

My roots had been ripped apart with each move too many times. I suffered transplant shock. A part of me was left behind. But then, a new friend gave me a lovely plaque: Bloom Where You are Planted. I cried. How, Lord? It hurts too much.