There is something about the story of the Samaritan woman that I keep coming back to. Jesus knew where He was going. He knew Samaria. He knew the woman He would meet there. He knew her story before she ever stood at that well. And still, He went. He didn’t meet her by accident. He…
Category: loving self
Let God Handle What I Cannot
There was a time when I thought understanding why God allowed certain things to happen would finally bring me peace. I wanted to understand the pain. The disappointments. The seasons that seemed to stretch far longer than I thought I could endure. I wanted to know why some prayers seemed to take so long to…
The Person God Always Saw
Sometimes I wonder who I would have been if life had been different. If my heart had never been broken. If trust had never been betrayed. If disappointment had never found its way into my story. Would I be softer? Less guarded? More carefree? It’s a question I think many of us quietly carry. We…
Seasons of the Heart
There are mornings that arrive quietly. No urgency. No noise.Just a kind of stillness that lingers a little longer than usual. And in that stillness, certain thoughts feel clearer—not louder, just… easier to hear. This morning felt like that. And somewhere between being half-awake and not fully wanting to rise yet,a thought settled in gently:…
Willow Sands
For a long time, much of my writing has lived in the quiet spaces of reflection and prayer. Books like The Quiet Life, Resting on the Wings of God, and Borrowed Prayers were written from those quiet places — the moments when we pause, listen, and notice the small things that shape our lives. But…
Million Versions of You
Not long ago, I heard a thought that stayed with me longer than I expected. Someone said that there are millions of versions of us walking around in other people’s minds. And when you sit with that idea for a moment, it feels strangely true. Every person who has crossed paths with us carries a…
Divine Preparation
Have you ever looked back and realized that God was taking care of you long before you understood why? For a long time, I thought my job was just something I needed to survive. A way to pay the bills. A season I had to endure. But lately, I’ve been seeing it differently. I’m realizing…
Dear 2026
We’re stepping into you without a clean slate. We’re bringing unfinished conversations, tired hearts, quiet hopes, and lessons we didn’t ask to learn but learned anyway. Some of us are coming in stronger. Some softer. Some carrying grief so gently it almost looks like calm. Some still learning that healing doesn’t always need an explanation….
Subtle Strength
She is not loud, but she is deep… She is the kind of person who notices small things — not because life has been gentle with her, but because she learned early that meaning often hides in quiet places. She carries faith not as a performance, but as a compass. God is not a concept…
Finding Comfort in Familiar Things
There’s a certain comfort in the things that don’t change. The mug you always reach for without thinking. The chair that seems to know how you like to sit. The familiar sounds of a home that has heard your silence more than your words. “Familiar doesn’t mean boring. It means safe.” We often chase what’s…
Charina.Writes 