It can be awkward, fighting fear.The times when your mind is too full and your heart is too aching and--when it is time to speak--tears come instead.The noise is loud now, yes? The invitations to do and go and respond feel all too much?I know.I feel it too.

“I am lost,” is what she says. But she is stronger than she knows.She is beautiful but doesn’t believe it yet. Rather, she is convinced of a lie: there is no hope for her; she can never be found.Who would look for her? Who would come for the daughter who flounders, doubting her role, her purpose? How can she find her way?Who will hear the questions she whispers in the night?I am restless, God. How do I get more of You?Where are You when it is eight o’clock and my patience is gone and I’m wondering how to keep loving people while feeling completely spent?How do I pray to You when I don’t know the words?When did that lie come in, God—the lie that I’m not enough?These are the questions of the women of Breathing Eden. Do you ask these questions, too? Read More . . .

I know you feel it. Fear about the future. Anxiety about the present. Worry about the unknown.I know it feels like the boat is rocking. Storm blowing hard. Waves pushing fast.You wonder, “How can I move forward, when I can’t see?” You ask, “How do I go back, when I feel alone?”You call out to God, asking for His help, “Where are You? Do You care? Do You see me? How will You help me not drown?”It feels impossible to stop the cycle of fear, once it begins.It pulls us under, an insidious tug on our hearts. We can no longer see clearly, or even hear the truth of God.Do you know the secret to not sinking, not drowning? Do you know what to do when life is hard and we don’t know how to lift our heads?Read More . . .