A lost necklace charm, a worried 9-year-old, and repeated prayers from the backseat reminded me what childlike faith really looks like. Sometimes kids trust God more naturally than adults do.

In college, my roommates and I had a quote wall filled with funny sayings written on napkins and sticky notes. Years later, I’m realizing something deeper: writing things down helps us remember. From grocery lists to handwriting Scripture, maybe there’s a reason God tells His people to remember so often.

We tried to make last year’s clothes work again—but growth changes things. This reflection connects summer clothes, life seasons, and the hard but freeing call to stop forcing what no longer fits.

I almost ignored a simple nudge to bring my daughter her sunglasses—but what happened next reminded me how God works through the small, inconvenient moments we’re tempted to brush off.

Two introverts took separate flights to Arizona. What followed were desert hikes, sunshine, and a prayer for healing I wasn’t sure would be answered.

My niece gave everything she had on the dance floor until her legs gave out. It reminded me that we weren't meant to carry the hard seasons.

I didn’t sleep, hit the wrong coffee button, and started my day already exhausted. But God’s mercies still showed up—right on time.

Life felt full last week. From early mornings to sourdough starters that took three tries, this is a reminder to practice gratitude—and keep going.

When life hurts and all you can pray is “God, help me,” He meets you there. This devotional offers comfort, Scripture, and hope for the moments that feel too heavy to carry.

Words do hurt. When someone spoke something untrue about me, I wanted to fight back—but Jesus shows a better way to respond when accusations come.

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, 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 is your “one”? What’s the thing God’s called you to do?

I saw a quote on Facebook the other day: “Sometimes we're so ashamed of ourselves that we automatically feel like Jesus is too. But He's...