God can take even the smallest of faiths and move mountains with it.

Last week I found myself in the same place I was – almost exactly 12 months prior. However, I wasn’t in the same place at all.

It was 14 years ago today that you died. Unreal how quickly time has passed and it's overwhelming to think of how much had changed.

A lot of self-reflection and conversations with loved ones recently have helped to sprout a bit of a revelation.

The meanest person I know isn’t the person from last week or last month or last year that had wronged me. The meanest person I know is me.

I use the phrase miracle quite often. It often times get put in the same category as words like “amazing” and “awesome.” Let me explain…

No matter what you’ve done – He forgives you. No matter how much you’ve betrayed Him –He forgives you. No matter how much wrong you’ve done.

Now I’m not an overly sappy person, but that is absolutely adorable. How touching it was to see this couple slowly skate around the rink.

So if you’re anxious about what isn’t working in your life – trust that God knows what He’s doing.

Make an out of the blue phone call. Do a random pop-by. You never know when someone’s world is falling apart…

I had one of those surreal, insanely difficult moments this weekend. It is still processing in my head and heart.

If you've never been to Haiti, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: it's crazy hot.

So if you’re having a pity party today, make sure you don’t invite me. I’m looking for a party of celebration and rejoicing.

I’d rather see a sermon than hear a sermon any day. And this last week I got a chance to see a couple of sermons.

I had written hundreds of letters, thousands of emails, and a sea of handwritten notes – but this one was the most difficult letter ever.