Yesterday I wrote about a practice I have of praying small, little prayers to God, asking for guidance or help or comfort or whatever we need that day.
Yesterday I wrote about a practice I have of praying small, little prayers to God, asking for guidance or help or comfort or whatever we need that day.
When you’re not sure what to do, where you’re going, or what decision to make, do you ever just…pray?
The psalmist knew what it felt like to be surrounded by struggle, longing for God’s nearness and direction.
Life has a way of wearing us down—physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
Sometimes life feels like a puzzle with missing pieces or a painting half-finished.
In my twenties, I was what you might call “reluctantly adventurous”—drawn to challenges that simultaneously thrilled and terrified me.
Early in my career, I accepted a challenging project that thrust me into completely unfamiliar territory.
When I was younger, I appreciated this scripture passage and the comfort in the words.
Light is more than brightness—it is guidance, comfort, and assurance.