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How good and pleasant it is when God’s people live together in unity! -Psalms 1:33 In music, harmony is such a beautiful thing! The melody carries the tune, but a song could be so much more enjoyable with the depth of additional parts. It is the harmony that creates such a beautiful sound and complements what has already been written in the melody. A similar dynamic can happen in our relationships as well. We have an opportunity to add to what someone else is already doing

Hi Friend, If you haven't heard what's coming, here’s what you can expect this weekend to hold: worship that doesn’t rush you. Teaching from women who carry weight. Space to lay something down at an altar, in a prayer line, in a planter of soil. Bread broken and passed hand to hand. And then, quietly, an invitation to stop being the one who only receives — and step into being one who gathers. It’s for the woman who is still figuring out what her calling looks like. For the on

There are so many different stories from scripture that God brings to mind during different seasons. For me, this week, it's the woman with the alabaster jar. (Mark 14, Matthew 26) I've been thinking about how she stepped into a room where everyone was celebrating life. I imagine the context of the gathering was obvious as they gathered. Jesus was at the pinnacle of His ministry career — a triumphal entry, dining

Last winter, colon cancer claimed the life of one of the best people I’ve ever known. A believer, army veteran, firefighter, and Christian scouting leader, she’d battled the disease for four of the twelve years we’d been friends. Our relationship was rocky at times–usually when she was trying to talk me into yet another commitment during the years I was stretched thin with young children. Staffing a booth at the mall, wrapping Christmas gifts for children in need. Babysitti

The month of May always leaves my heart overwhelmed with gratitude for the incredible women I am blessed to know - the women who walk alongside me, encourage me, and challenge me to be a better mom to my own children and a better woman on earth! Sitting in that gratitude, I found myself pausing to ask a fundamental question: What does it truly mean to be a mother? I wanted to be a mom for as long as I can remember. Like so many young girls, my childhood was a continuous rehea

Can I be honest? I have always held incredibly high expectations for myself. I know perfection isn’t obtainable, but for a long time, I wanted to get as close to it as humanly possible. Then came motherhood. When I first became a mom, my baby was like my little sidekick. We did everything together, and frankly, I felt like I was killing it. My life didn’t change the way more experienced moms warned me it would. I maintained a spotless home, put nutritious dinners on the table

As I look back on my early years of motherhood, I reflect on who I was then and what God has done in my life to refine me, making me into who He wants me to be now. I recently discovered the following entry at the beginning of an old writing notebook….a lonely page, penned in 2013, with so much opportunity ahead in an otherwise empty notebook. My notebook was a clean slate, just like the days ahead, full of joys and sorrows to grow from and live out! My plan had always been t

I had a moment recently. A senior moment. Not the AARP kind, I'm not quite there yet. The other kind of “senior.” The cap and gown kind. One day, with my oldest about to graduate, I started to feel my arms ache. Quite a phenomenon. There I was, thinking through the decisions and joys of her next adventure, and it was as if my soul ran into my arms, and looked for something that was no longer there, my baby. I pushed away the tears. Save it, I thought. No use crying yet. Sh

Sitting on the Sidelines For a long time, I kept my faith to myself. People knew I was a Christian because I said I was, and they saw the Bible verses I posted on social media. However, my faith was still mostly a “personal decision.” I believed the lie that any attempt to minister to others would be unwarranted and unwanted. I didn’t follow the Lord’s lead at times when He called me to be bold. It took some time, but I finally gathered the courage and confidence to get “of

I started a small home-based business in the direct sales industry when I was 29 years old. At that time, I was a stay-at-home mom to my two boys, Charlie (4) and Robbie (2), and wife to Robert, who was building a demanding career in the investment industry. We had very little money, and I felt frustrated and unfulfilled. I knew I had something to offer in the marketplace, but I wasn’t willing to give up the flexibility and availability that allowed me to be present for my bo

I don’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t think I’d have a career in the marketplace. Even though my mom stayed home with me and my sister for most of our childhood, my dad worked outside the home. He traveled often on TDY (temporary duty) as part of his work in the Air Force to places like Moscow and Munich, and later wore a suit as the Chief Scientist at a global engineering firm. For as long as I can remember, I was told I was smart like him—and I had the grades, te

I am not unfamiliar with the lifestyle of ministers. I grew up in a worship pastor’s home. My weeks revolved around Sunday gatherings and Wednesday night services. I was the church nanny, worship leader, greeter, server, and the main consumer of the after-service doughnuts. The deacons and deaconesses became my aunts and uncles, and the elders felt like grandparents. I loved the church. I loved ministry. I dreamed of becoming a missionary. And yet, I saw the burden of taking

For years, I believed my value was measured by the comfort of those around me. I spent much of my life trying to keep peace—in relationships and even with strangers. I didn’t realize that by tying my identity to being the “stabilizer” for everyone else, I had lost sight of who I was in Christ. I recently heard it said, “Peacekeeping is putting a lid on the pot, but peacemaking is turning the burner off.” When our worth is rooted in being needed or liked, we become prisoners t

A Big Word with Even Bigger Expectations “Ministry” sometimes seems like a really big word with lots of strings attached. When I hear it, I immediately picture church leaders operating inside a building with a mission statement and a logo. For a long time, this word filled me with both intimidation and excitement. I knew that in the past, “ministries” and the people behind such things had shared with me the truth of the gospel in ways that pierced my heart and, at times, eve

Have you ever felt pressure to “find your calling” while you were just trying to survive the day? When my youngest child turned six, I realized I could finally breathe again. The toddler haze had lifted. But during those years, when I was covered in spit-up and exhaustion, something else was happening online. Christian celebrity culture was rising. Mommy bloggers were becoming speakers, authors, and podcasters - and I could barely shower. It seemed like everyone else had disc

I’ve been a bride twice. Not exactly something people hope for. I know I didn’t. When you’re growing up, you don’t say, “Well, when I get married the first time, this is the kind of wedding I want. Then, when I get married the second time, I’ll get married here.” At least I hope not. No, the “married twice” thing is not ideal. But since it’s part of my story, the Lord has used it for His glory. And one of the things He’s shown me is that we as women know what it means to be a

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. - 1 Corinthians 13:4-8a Many of us are familiar with this passage of scripture, and can even recite parts of it from memory. But knowing wor

Hello to all you Worthy Women of God! January always has me extra excited about what a New Year can bring. Erin Arruda and I got to talk all about what a new year means to me and in our walk with the Lord on The Live Worthy podcast a few weeks ago. We also discussed the importance of knowing what spiritual season we are in. I encourage you to check it out here if you love a new year or if you are struggling in your current season or if you just love listening to women talkin

It was probably seven years ago that I heard my first sermon on five-fold ministry. During the message, our pastor taught about each grace gifting. I listened intently to each one. I took the test. And I couldn’t get past the results: Apostle. That can’t be right, I thought. I’m a woman. Things got a bit more complicated during the altar call moment. As a demonstration of agreement, five ministry paths were established by our pastor. At each landing spot at the altar, a praye

Happy New Year, Worthy Women! This is my favorite time of year. I love a fresh start—the blank page, the quiet hope of new ideas, and the gentle promise that something good can grow here. There’s something sacred about standing at the edge of a new year, looking back at what was and forward at what could be, and realizing that God meets us in both directions. Like many of you, I lean fully into the New Year rituals. Honestly, maybe a little too fully. January has become less