The longer we scroll, the more focused we become on the flaws in our decorations, our lame gift-wrapping skills, our Christmas cookies that didn't turn out quite like they were supposed to.
If our eyes are fixed anywhere other than Bethlehem, we are missing the only thing that actually matters. Read More
I’m looking at my soul and realizing that the crows and locusts of perfectionism have had their way with me. I look at the devastation, and I am angry. It’s becoming clearer to me the depth to which this perfectionism has gotten its insidious claws into every part of me, and I’m so mad. Read More
Nothing reminds me of how not in control I am, how miserably human I am, like getting sick. Read More
Jesus has already extended grace to us; all we can do is accept it. Read More
Next time you're having a rough day (or even if your day is going just fine), we hope you'll hit the "play" button. Read More
I've always known that “perfect” is an impossible standard, but I lived in the same pattern for so long that I couldn’t break out of it. Read More