When we rush ahead of God—driven by fear, impatience, or the illusion of control—we often end up exhausted and anxious. But when we slow down and wait for His direction, peace follows. This week’s Make Monday Matter reminds us of the danger of moving without God and the freedom found in trusting His timing.

Last week, my girls and I went out to eat. When we go out, I usually bring a game or a notebook to keep us entertained while we wait for...

Disjointed has become my new normal. Between school, work, appointments, and waiting in parking lots, life feels chaotic. But I’m learning, like Paul, that contentment can be found in every circumstance.

Sometimes healing looks nothing like we imagine. Naaman faced the muddy Jordan River; I’m facing the dreaded boot. On the other side of obedience is God’s plan— and I hope healing is included.

Early mornings, busy evenings, and that third cup of coffee just to keep going. Lately, life feels like a blur of brain fog and busyness. But a simple preschool breathing exercise and a reminder from Isaiah 26:3 helped me see peace is still possible, even here.

Growing up, I thought I had to be “good enough” to get into heaven. Perfect. Sinless. Always right. That’s impossible. After high school, I finally understood—Jesus is perfect, He took my place, and His grace is the only way. 🌿

This week I realized my eyes aren’t what they used to be—after 8 hours of paperwork, the screen was a blur. But it reminded me of another kind of eyesight: our spiritual vision. Jesus said, “The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy, your whole body will be full of light.” (Matthew 6:22)

While my uncle was in the hospital, I prayed the night before he passed, asking God’s will to be done on earth as it is in heaven.

A summer visit with my daughters’ 94-year-old great great uncle: we do not know the day or the hour, but we know the One who holds our days. His steady presence and quiet faith point to the hope found in Jesus, who promises eternal life to all who believe.

This week, gratitude felt stuck. My calendar was packed, my summer fun was over, and the “mom taxi” job was in full swing. But in the middle of the chaos, God sent a small win—a reminder that He cares about the little things too.

What started as a fun family troll hunt in Detroit Lakes turned into a muddy, laughter-filled adventure complete with flip-flop regrets, emergency Walmart shorts, and one unforgettable search for the Golden Rabbit. Parenting isn’t always pretty—but sometimes, it’s pretty hilarious.

Delayed flights, a broken AC, and an unexpected week full of minor chaos. But also, moments of peace, purpose, and unexpected gratitude.

When our cat disappeared during a stretch of stormy weather, I found myself praying a prayer that felt small—but honest. What happened next reminded me that God cares about the details, even the ones with fur and whiskers.

Today I had what I thought was a brilliant parenting idea: music time instead of screen time. It was met with groans, arguing, and the classic “This is dumb.” But eventually… they had fun.

No kids, no responsibilities—just gifts. From a quiet balcony overlooking tall ships to a surprise seat at a USA Dive Team practice, this Duluth getaway slowed me down enough to notice the beauty I usually rush past. Week 2 of my journey to 1,000 gifts reminds me: the blessings are there when I take time to see them.

I came over the top a hill. A car had passed me, and as I started downhill, a truck approached and stopped. At first, I was nervous. But then I realized...

You know the feeling when something is in your eye. It’s scratchy. Your eye waters. You blink and rub and just want whatever it is out ....

This year’s Grandma’s Marathon weekend was far from our usual routine. Typically, we hit the road on Friday for our race adventure, but...

In Exodus, God gave the Israelites manna—just enough for each day. The same is true for us. We’re not meant to live on yesterday’s faith.

What started with yelling, pinched fingers, and a bike nearly flying off the back of our vehicle turned into a week of progress—and a lesson in faith. Just like spiritual routines, getting back into the groove can feel clunky at first. But God never expects perfection—He just invites us to return.