Not every team enters the playoffs as a favorite, and not every race goes as planned. Playing with heart is about giving your best, even when the odds are stacked against you.

Between motherhood, teaching, running, and all the responsibilities in between, some days are full of more hats than I can count. One forgotten text from my sister reminded me just how many roles fill my days.

A seventh-grade runner's decision to run her own race got me thinking about how often I compare my life to others. From parenting to running, I'm learning to make my plans and trust God to direct my steps.

I wasn't praying for patience. I know better! But when I asked God for wisdom about what to write this week, patience was the lesson that kept coming to mind—and it started with a memorable Walmart parking lot experience.

I said no to speaking to a women’s group, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. A year later, I changed my no to a yes and saw God in the details.

A sleepless week, a tired volleyball player and an SOS prayer request reminded me that we don't have to carry the hard things alone. Sometimes we need to lean into our village and let others pray.

A candy wrapper, volleyball, running and Moses all came together in something I’ve been thinking about: we see the fruit in someone else’s life, but we don’t always see the work behind it.

My daughter was nervous before her first volleyball game, so I gave her a verse. The next day, she discovered that same verse on a teammate’s prayer card. Coincidence? I don’t think so.

My friend Emmy runs every day, no matter the Minnesota weather. When deer flies became a problem, a local farmer had an unusual solution: a bucket on her head. What happened next got me thinking about the work God puts in front of us.

Getting back into a routine after summer isn't always as smooth as you hope. Teacher workshops gave me a chance to practice my morning routine, and let's just say I still have some work to do.

Some days seem determined to go wrong from the moment you get out of bed. This was one of those days, and it gave me plenty of opportunities to practice peace.

A busy, chaotic summer full of good things, and a reminder to trust God with the next step instead of worrying about the whole path.

A summer full of dental appointments led me to think about Solomon, wisdom, and what it means to actually live out what we learn from God's Word.

What started as a family trip to Itasca State Park turned into our own little mystery. We spent the afternoon trying to figure out someone else's story, only to be reminded that some endings aren't ours to know.

A Sunday morning at an unfamiliar church led to a familiar Bible passage and one question I can't stop thinking about: What are you doing when you feel most alive? Here's what God reminded me about purpose, gifts, and Ephesians 2:10.

I dreamed about wearing beach sandals to a funeral and accidentally packed my husband's shoes for a run. It left me wondering: Does God still speak through dreams? Here's what the Bible says—and why God's Word remains the best place to hear His voice.

As I started a new journal, I looked back through the Bible verses I'd collected over the past year. One theme kept appearing: stay in God's Word. Here are five reasons reading the Bible every day matters.

A rainy week, a surprise reminder to drink more water, kids' sports, camper life, and plans that kept changing. Sometimes the week you didn't expect still gives you plenty to be thankful for.

We've been talking about favorites a lot at our house lately, from favorite colors to favorite numbers. It got me wondering: Does God have favorites? The answer surprised me. While God doesn't have favorite people, the Bible does show us what delights His heart.

A woman shared a story she'd been telling for decades. Days later, my daughter was still retelling it. It reminded me of Paul, who never stopped sharing how Jesus changed his life—and why our stories matter more than we think.