As I wash my face and prepare for bed, my cellphone dings to signal I might not be crawling into bed after all.

What was your initial reaction when you saw this S-word in bold letters? Pause for a moment. Think about it before reading further. What sprang to mind?

Has it ever occurred to you that you may be a prisoner of your own perspective?

Have you ever been so paralyzed by anguish that you felt utterly alone? So gripped by sorrow that you’re certain no one on earth could possibly relate to the depth of your agony? If so, you know the power of lament.

THANK GOD! How often do we hear this phrase casually uttered? Often the person is simply relieved that something turned out in their favour.

ENOUGH ALREADY! How many times in recent weeks have you yelled that out loud, or felt like it? Are you sick and tired of this pandemic and the countless ways it’s restricting your ‘normal’ life?

“What a character!” Have you ever said that when passing someone on the street who’s acting in a bizarre manner?

As I sat on my sofa this morning, attempting to be still and know that God is God, I became aware of that all too familiar, undercurrent of anxiety within.

It’s hard to write about something I hate and to be clear - I HATE SUFFERING!

WHAT . . . WAIT? Waiting is one of the hardest things we humans do.

Two words that reflect themes woven through my life as a Christian are FREEDOM and IDENTITY.

Last week was a week of overwhelm. I was flattened. Undone. Paralyzed.

JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? Have you ever asked that of someone? Has that ever been asked of you? Usually such a question is posed with tone and accusation, immediately putting us on the defensive.

SELF-LOVE ISN’T SELF-ISH.

How do I love me? Let me count the ways.

Courage isn’t something we keep stored away in a warehouse. We can’t stockpile it. It’s something we seek when faced with danger, fear, or challenge.

PERSEVERANCE - It’s the name of the game. Wanna play? I suppose my answer depends on the day.

The older I get, the more I value feeling good. The older I get, the more attuned I am to my body – specifically the effects of what I do for it and what I put into it.

Last week I awoke to a text announcing the safe arrival of our newest family member.

What is wise, and within your power and ability to do?