Psalms
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“This is not at all how we thought it was supposed to be…” Every time life doesn’t go according to plan, those lyrics come flooding back. I first heard them over two decades ago when my Aunt Carol sang them at church on Easter Sunday. The original songwriter had written them in grief, in the…
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A few nights ago, over coffee with Jason, I was naming storms again—listing everything that’s gone wrong since the saw, since the surgery, since the news of the job loss. And then he said something he’s said many times before but landed harder than I expected this time…
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Every crown that isn’t surrendered to God will eventually fall. That’s the sobering takeaway from 1 Chronicles 10.
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I know what it feels like to be marked by failure. To be the one who said what I shouldn’t have to the ones I love most. To see the ache and anger and anguish in a brother’s eyes and know I put it there. And still—grace meets me. Not because I’m persuasive. Not because…
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There are moments when you break. When the news is too much. The grief too deep. The silence too loud. The loss too sudden. The disappointment too sharp. And you feel it in your chest—that heavy ache of being completely undone. That’s where David is in 1 Samuel 30.
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You give your best. Say yes. Show up early. Stay late. Open your life. Share your home. Serve behind the scenes without needing credit. But sometimes, the very people you’ve gone to battle for don’t show up for you.
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Jealousy is a master of disguise. It rarely shows up announcing itself. It slips in through comparison. Grows in silence. Explodes in irrationality.
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In my professional life, I’m a master of the message. As a corporate communicator and public relations strategist, I shape narratives for a living—helping others see the best possible version of an imperfect story. It’s a skill I’ve honed. A muscle I’ve trained. And one I take pride in. But that same instinct? It bleeds…
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Saul was the people’s choice. Tall. Impressive. The kind of man you’d expect to win a battle or charm a crowd. And at first, it looked like they chose well.
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It’s the psalm I’ve dreaded and needed. Because Psalm 51 isn’t just words—it’s a confession soaked in tears. A man finally undone. A king exposed. No more cover-up. No more excuses. Just David, face-down in the wreckage of his sin, begging for mercy.
