As a child, Christmas held an air of magic. The smells, trees, lights, decorations, and presents. I remember snuggling with my sister on chilly Christmas Eves, staying up half the night whispering in anticipation and expectation. But the older I get the magic seems to slowly fade, like a ballon losing air. As each Christmas season nears, I find myself sighing. My exhaustion growing with my increasing obligations, list of to-dos, and the tug of war for my time, energy, and att

A few weeks ago, I sent my boss this podcast . It’s a discussion with Simon Sinek. Throughout the conversation, they discussed AI, resiliency, and the power of the struggle. I told her, I felt as humans we’re losing resilience. As a mom, it’s something I contemplate often. How do we train up warriors, resilient kids, in a world that’s so geared towards making everything easy. Her response hit me hard. She said, “I actually think it’s hope. People don’t have any hope.” HOPE ha

I’ve been thinking a lot about Heaven lately. I find myself looking to the clouds more and more, wondering what it will be like. Then one...

Over the last few years, I’ve felt a stirring in my spirit, an urgency. In 2023 the word God gave me for the year was RUN. It was an...