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: Writer
Look Again
There is something interesting about the way we come to know people. At first, we are curious. When someone is new to us, we want to hear their stories. We notice the little things. We listen closely. There is a natural curiosity about who they are, what they think, what has shaped them. But as…
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…
The Life That Didn’t Happen
I think one of the quietest thieves of joy is comparison. Not the kind where we compare ourselves to other people. The kind where we compare our lives to the lives we imagine we could have lived. It happens more often than we realize. We wonder what would have happened if we had made a…
just because…
Some days I sit with my words a little longer than usual, and wonder if they ever reach anyone at all. Not in a dramatic way. Just quietly…like placing something in the ocean and watching it drift, unsure if it ever reaches a shore. I’ve written seven books.And I still don’t know what makes one…
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…
When Words Come Back
There is something quietly mysterious about sending words into the world. When we write, most of the time we do it alone. Just us, our thoughts, and a blank page that slowly fills with things we’ve been carrying in our hearts. We don’t always know where those words will go. Or if anyone will read…
Writers Who Live It First
I’ve noticed something. The writers who stay with you… aren’t always the loudest. They aren’t always the most impressive. But there’s something about their words. They feel like a hand on your shoulder. Like someone has been there. The greatest writers don’t just tell better stories. They make the stories better… because they lived them…
What’s Your Reflection?
When my daughter was five years old, Mulan was one of her favorite animated movies. And the song, “Reflection,” is a favorite of hers. But as much as I loved the movie like my daughter, I won’t be talking about Mulan’s reflections. Several weeks ago, a co worker who is fairly new lied to our…
