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Hands Still, Heart Full
Do you ever have one of those days where all you want to do is run away, and depression and anxiety have their ugly grips on you, and you feel worn down, off balance, and like you’re barely holding it together? That was me yesterday. And honestly, there wasn’t even a clear reason. Nothing specific set it off—it was just a lot of little things, slowly building up. Emotions I couldn’t quite name. A heaviness I couldn’t explain. That feeling of being out of sync, like the world is moving around you and you’re just… stuck. Usually when I feel this way, I break away into one of my crafts—something…
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Quiet Doesn’t Mean It Didn’t Affect Me
“Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.”— Romans 12:21 (NIV) Earlier today, I had to deal with a frustrating situation at the post office. A high-value package of mine was lost, and when I went in to ask about it, I was met with rudeness and a dismissive attitude—not from just anyone, but from the postmaster. It made the situation feel even worse. I didn’t argue or say anything harsh in return—I stayed quiet, left, and went out to my car. But even though I didn’t say much, it still affected me and truthfully, I wanted to cry. It stuck with me for a few hours…
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I said it was the last time
Title: “I Said That Was the Last Time…” Verse:“I don’t really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don’t do it. Instead, I do what I hate.”—Romans 7:15 (NLT) Devotional Thought: I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve said, “This is the last time.” I have my own personal struggles, the things I battle with daily. Maybe you do too, may you have said, “this is the last time too” You may struggle with to many drinks. A cigarette. A moment of anger that spiraled too far. A word spoken too sharply, or a thought you know doesn’t belong. Maybe it’s something you looked at…
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The Power of Words – A heartfelt reflection
The Power of Words: A Heartfelt Reflection This morning as I spent time in meditation with God. The realization that I have, at times, destroyed people with my words. It’s a truth I can’t escape, and one that breaks me deeply. The words I’ve spoken in anger, frustration, or bitterness—words I thought were justified in the moment—have left scars on others, scars I can’t undo. Most painfully, these words have been spoken to those I love most: my spouse and my children. Over the past few years, I’ve learned that words hold incredible power—more than I ever realized. In moments of heightened emotion, I’ve used that power recklessly, not considering…
