Faith Files

Life can leave us puzzled looking at the set of a million little pieces we aren't sure connect. "Picture Perfect's" scattered; vision's on the rocks... Nothing seems to fit the mold or look just like the box. We start out plain and simple; easy steps to take... looking for an outline-to guide the rest we make. But all it does is frame our mind to lose the bigger picture The middle is the hardest part, but it's more than just a filler. How we decide to fill the gaps are choic

Sometimes it’s the little things that mean the most to me They might seem insignificant- but start to plant a seed. Sitting in the sun, or walking through the trees Thoughts passing over me like the gentle breeze I’ve been thinking about the Kingdom of God and how it’s going to grow And how I play a part in what I’ve come to know What seems to be quite small- is bigger than it seems It just needs time to grow into what it’s called to be Smallest of them all… but later stands

“Why me?” Often, we ask ourselves: “why me??” This question can be asked in positive life circumstances when we feel unqualified … or in negative life circumstances when we feel disqualified . This morning, I was reading about how both versions of this question plays out in the Bible. In Exodus 3:11, Moses is instructed by God to lead His people out of Egypt to escape oppression. “But Moses asked God, “why me?” Who am I to approach Pharaoh? Who am I to lead the people

I’ve been up inside my head spending too much time The gears are turning as the minutes pass deep within my mind. They say, “time is a thief,” and I believe it’s true With every second that comes and goes, it feels like peace does too. I call “timeout” to stop the clock…to focus and reset Staying in the “here and now” keeps me away from the “not yet.” Just like a clock, we all have things inside that make us tick “Time flies when you’re having fun” … the moments go by too qui

Wide awake in the middle of the night Trying to convince myself that everything’s alright. I’m the kind of tired that sleep just doesn’t fix And when I close my eyes, my mind keeps playing tricks. The present is a “gift”- but lately I’m not sure… And there are times the past still shows up knocking at my door. Tomorrow is another step closer to…I don’t know…? The future is a distant dream that’s arriving much too slow. Restlessness is on my left, uncertainty on my right- The

So much hidden deep within the world has yet to see, Concealed gems of shiny dreams of what I hope “will be.” Underneath the surface trapped in a layer of “potential”- Not yet brought to light…they say timing is essential. The waiting can feel dark; sometimes as black as coal… The pressure from that “wait” weighs heavy on my soul. The fire of anticipation burns inside my core It sparks and flashes embers of hope that point to something more. Somewhere between a rock and a har

Strong. What does that even mean? perhaps it goes much deeper than what it often seems… We think of big and bold…no fears or doubts at...

My mind is heavy and overwhelmed… too much to even speak So here I sit away from it all staring at this creek. The water’s clear-unlike...

Sometimes we think the gifts we give are simply not enough To measure up to the way we feel- to give to those we love… We overthink and...