Much of what I do as a mom can feel trivial. And yet, I am not building with straw and hay, but with the eternal materials of grace and love. This work endures far beyond one season.

This year, let’s make Mother’s Day different. Let’s make it all about us, but in a very different way.

I had never seen it–not before last week. Not before twenty-six lives were stolen amidst red carpet, church pews, and a wooden cross. But now I see…

In the midst of life’s very real struggles, we can be tempted to chase after a false sense of freedom. We often think that breaking free from one circumstance, habit, or person will change….EVERYTHING. 

He brought up his idea four more times within the hour, and the final time I lost my patience. “Zeke, I said we would do it. You can stop talking about it now.” And that was that. For a week.

I think that we are writing these dreams off far too early. We are saying No, not now, too quickly. The Author of Time, He makes time for our dreams.