Take Time to Improve Not Prove... 

The older I get, the more I realize how much truth is packed into this simple statement.

Somewhere along the way, many of us started believing that our value comes from what we can prove to other people. We spend so much of our lives trying to convince others that we're enough.

We want to prove we're talented.

Prove we're right.

Prove our point.

Prove we're successful.

Prove we're worthy.

Prove we deserve the promotion, the bigger house, the nicer car, the better clothes, or the recognition we've been chasing.

If we're honest, we often spend more energy trying to impress people than we do becoming the person God created us to be.

The problem is that proving yourself is an endless race with no finish line.

No matter what you accomplish, there will always be someone who isn't impressed. Someone who expects more. Someone who thinks you should have done better.

When your identity is built on proving yourself, "enough" never comes.

I watched this happen with our son during the years he competed in his previous sport. He felt like he constantly had to prove himself. No matter what he accomplished, it never seemed like enough.

Looking back, Scot and I have had to admit that we sometimes unintentionally added to that pressure. We weren't perfect parents.

We've apologized to Tim many times for the part we played.

Children shouldn't have to spend their lives trying to earn their parents' approval. They should be free to discover who God created them to be while knowing they are already deeply loved.

Thankfully, we learned from those mistakes.

As Tim grew, we intentionally shifted our focus. Instead of encouraging him to prove himself, we encouraged him to improve himself.

That one change made all the difference.

Improving means becoming a little better today than you were yesterday. It means developing your character, your work ethic, your discipline, your faith, and your gifts. It means competing with the person you were yesterday instead of constantly comparing yourself to everyone else.

Improvement is a journey.

Proving is a performance.

One builds your future.

The other only feeds your insecurity.

I understand this lesson on a deeply personal level because I spent much of my younger life trying to prove myself to my father.

I wanted his approval.

I wanted his attention.

I wanted him to be proud of me.

Too many of my decisions were driven by trying to earn something that could never truly be earned.

Looking back now, I realize how exhausting that was.

A life spent trying to prove yourself to people who may never be satisfied isn't really living at all.

"For am I now seeking the approval of man, or of God? Or am I trying to please man? If I were still trying to please man, I would not be a servant of Christ." — Galatians 1:10

Everything changed when I realized I didn't need to prove my worth—I needed to improve the person God had created me to be.

Every day became another opportunity to grow.

To become wiser.

Kinder.

Stronger.

More disciplined.

More like Christ.

That's a life worth pursuing.

The beautiful thing about following Jesus is that we don't have to prove our worth to God. Through Christ, our worth has already been settled. We don't work for His love—we work from His love.

That changes everything.

When you know whose you are, you stop worrying so much about proving who you are.

Instead of chasing approval, pursue growth.

Instead of competing with everyone else, compete with the person you were yesterday.

Instead of asking, "How can I prove myself?" ask, "How can I improve myself?"

One question leads to frustration.

The other leads to transformation.

So keep moving forward.

Keep learning.

Keep growing.

Keep allowing God to shape your character day by day.

Take time to improve... but don't waste time trying to prove.

The people who truly love you won't love you because of what you've proven.

They'll love you because of who you've become.

God's Timing...

God's Timing...

There are few things more difficult than waiting.

We pray, we believe, we hope, and then...nothing seems to happen. Days turn into weeks. Weeks become months. Sometimes years pass, and we're left wondering if God heard us at all.

In those moments, it's easy to believe that God is late.

But the truth is, God has never been early, and He has never been late. He is always perfectly on time.

The problem is that we measure time differently than He does. We see today's disappointment, but God sees tomorrow's purpose. We focus on the delay, while God is preparing the destination.

Ecclesiastes 3:1 reminds us:

"To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven."

Every season has a purpose.

There is a season of planting before there is a harvest.

A season of preparation before promotion.

A season of pruning before greater growth.

A season of waiting before answered prayers become visible.

What feels like God saying "no" may actually be Him saying, "Not yet."

Looking back over my own life, I can see countless moments where I wanted God to move faster. I didn't understand why certain doors stayed closed or why certain prayers weren't answered when I thought they should have been.

Now I realize that had He answered those prayers on my timetable, I would have missed His very best.

His delays weren't punishments.

They were protection.

His waiting wasn't rejection.

It was preparation.

God sees every detail that we cannot. He knows the people we'll meet, the obstacles ahead, the lessons we still need to learn, and the blessings that require us to become the person He is shaping us to be first.

Sometimes the greatest miracle isn't that God changes our circumstances immediately—it's that He changes us while we're waiting.

Waiting builds faith.

Waiting teaches patience.

Waiting deepens our dependence on Him.

And waiting reminds us that our hope is never in the timing of an answer but in the faithfulness of the One who made the promise.

If you're in a season where nothing seems to be happening, don't lose heart.

Keep praying.

Keep trusting.

Keep obeying.

God is still working, even when you can't see it.

Just because He's silent doesn't mean He's absent.

Just because the answer hasn't arrived doesn't mean it isn't coming.

One day you'll look back and realize that every delay, every detour, every closed door, and every unanswered prayer fit perfectly into God's beautiful plan.

His timing wasn't just good.

It was perfect.

So today, release your timeline into His hands.

Trust His heart when you don't understand His ways.

Wait on His plan with confidence.

And hold tightly to His promises, because the God who began a good work in your life is faithful to finish it—in His perfect time.

I pray that whatever season you're walking through today, you'll find peace in knowing that God's clock has never been wrong. His timing is always perfect because His love for you is perfect. Keep trusting Him—the season you're in today is preparing you for the purpose He has planned tomorrow.

Joy Is the Presence of God...

There are certain people whose lives become a testimony long before they ever speak a word. Joni Eareckson Tada is one of those people.

At just 17 years old, Joni’s life was forever changed when a diving accident left her paralyzed from the shoulders down. In a moment, the future she had imagined for herself looked completely different. The dreams she had, the things she wanted to do, and the simple freedoms most of us take for granted were suddenly changed forever.

She would never walk again on this side of heaven.

And yet, somehow, through all the pain, disappointment, and unanswered prayers, Joni found something far greater than the healing she longed for.

She found the presence of God.

Her life has deeply impacted my own walk with the Lord because she has shown me what it truly means to have faith when circumstances don't change. It is easy to trust God when prayers are answered the way we hoped. It is easy to praise Him when life is going well.

But what happens when God says, “My grace is enough,” instead of giving us the answer we wanted?

Joni’s life is a beautiful picture of that kind of faith.

She has never stopped believing that God is good, even though He never restored her ability to walk on this earth. She has never allowed her suffering to become greater than her Savior. Instead of letting her circumstances define her, she allowed God to use them for His glory.

God didn't save her by removing every hardship.

He saved her by walking with her through every hardship.

And through that journey, He used her life to bring hope, encouragement, and truth to millions of people around the world.

I often think about how different her story would have been if God had healed her physically shortly after her accident. It would have been an incredible testimony of God's power.

But there is also something incredibly powerful about the testimony of someone who has endured decades of suffering and can still say, “God is faithful.”

Her wheelchair did not limit God's purpose for her life.

Her pain did not disqualify her from being used by God.

Her unanswered prayers did not mean God had forgotten her.

Instead, God took the very thing that could have broken her and used it to strengthen her faith and impact countless others.

Romans 5:3-5 reminds us:

"Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us." 

This is the very truth we see throughout Scripture. God never wastes our suffering. He uses the difficult seasons of our lives to shape us, strengthen us, and draw us closer to Him.

That is the kind of faith that challenges me.

Joni has reminded me that joy is not found in having a perfect life. Joy is not found when every problem disappears or when every prayer is answered exactly the way we want.

Joy is found in knowing that God is present.

He is present in the waiting.

He is present in the pain.

He is present in the uncertainty.

He is present in the moments when we don't understand what He is doing.

The world tells us that happiness comes when we avoid suffering. But God shows us that joy can exist even in the middle of suffering because He never leaves us there alone.

Joni has spent her life pointing people to Jesus. She has shown that a life surrendered to God can have incredible purpose—even when that life doesn't look anything like we imagined.

One day, when she steps into eternity, she will experience the healing she has waited for. She will stand, walk, and run in the presence of her Savior.

But until that day comes, she continues to walk in a way that matters even more—she walks by faith.

And that may be the greatest lesson she has ever taught me:

God's greatest gift is not always changing our circumstances.

Sometimes it is revealing His presence in the middle of them.

Because joy isn't found in the absence of suffering.

Joy is found in the presence of God.

Go Where You Feel Most Alive...

This statement made me stop and let it sink in.

The world can push us in so many different directions. There are countless choices about where we can go, what we can do, who we can become, and how we should live our lives.

Whether it's for fun, school, work, relationships, or simply how we spend our time, the choices seem almost endless.

And today, the world is constantly putting those choices right in front of us.

When I was growing up, we certainly had choices about what we wanted to do and where we wanted to go. But there weren't nearly as many influences pushing us in different directions as there are today.

Technology has changed almost every aspect of our lives.

There was no social media when I was growing up.

The only phone you had was attached to the wall in your home. If you traveled somewhere, you might call to let someone know you had arrived safely—but if it was a long-distance call, it was expensive.

There were no cell phones that allowed us to instantly call, text, or video chat with anyone, anywhere.

There were no cameras built into the phones we carried in our pockets, once those started becoming a thing in the 90's. If you wanted to take pictures or record video, you had to carry an actual camera with you. And those cameras were often large, expensive, and not something everyone owned.

If you wanted to know where you were going, you used a map.

Or, more likely, an atlas.

You mapped out your route before you ever left home. If you got lost or decided to change directions, you had to pull off the road, get out the atlas, and figure out a new route.

Today, all of that is right there in our phones.

We have maps that can instantly reroute us. Cameras that are always with us. News that reaches us the moment something happens. Social media that constantly shows us what everyone else is doing, where everyone else is going, and what everyone else thinks we should care about.

When I was growing up, you watched the news in the morning or in the evening. You didn't know about every single thing happening in the world the moment it happened. Unless something truly significant occurred, you waited for the next scheduled newscast.

Today, the world is constantly pressing in.

There is always another notification.

Another opinion.

Another story.

Another trend.

Another person telling us what we should want, where we should go, what we should believe, and what success is supposed to look like.

And if we aren't careful, we can find ourselves living a life that was shaped more by the world around us than by what truly matters to us.

We begin following the crowd without ever stopping to ask ourselves if that is actually where we want to go.

We chase things because everyone else is chasing them.

We make choices because they are expected of us.

We compare our lives to the lives we see online.

We follow the direction the world is moving simply because it is the direction everyone else seems to be going.

But what if the direction everyone else is going isn't the direction you are meant to go?

What if the place where you feel most alive is somewhere completely different?

Going where you feel most alive doesn't mean making irresponsible choices or simply doing whatever feels good in the moment. It doesn't mean ignoring wisdom, responsibilities, or the people you love.

But it does mean being willing to stop and ask yourself some important questions.

What brings you joy?

What gives you purpose?

What makes you feel like yourself?

What kind of life do you actually want to live?

Because sometimes, the life that makes you happiest won't look like the life everyone else is choosing.

Sometimes, going where you feel most alive means going against the flow.

And going against the flow isn't always a bad thing.

There is nothing wrong with choosing a different path if it leads you toward a life that is meaningful, fulfilling, and well lived.

You don't have to follow every trend.

You don't have to chase every opportunity.

You don't have to be constantly connected to everything happening in the world.

You don't have to live your life according to someone else's definition of success.

Sometimes, you need to put down the phone, step away from the noise, and listen to yourself.

Not the world.

Not social media.

Not the expectations of everyone around you.

You.

Because your life is yours to live.

And perhaps the best life isn't found by going where the world is pushing you.

Perhaps it's found by having the courage to go where you feel most alive.

To choose the things that bring you genuine joy.

To spend time with the people who matter most.

To pursue the things that give your life meaning.

To live a life that is truly your own.

The world will always be moving in one direction or another.

It will always have opinions about where you should go and what you should do.

But you don't have to follow every direction it points you in.

Sometimes the best thing you can do is step away from the noise, trust your own path, and go where you feel most alive.

Because a life well lived isn't necessarily the life that looks the best to everyone else.

It's the life that feels right to you.

For me, the places where I feel most alive are found in the things that matter most to me—my family, my relationship with God, and following wherever He leads me.

My hope and my faith are centered on the Lord Jesus Christ. So while the world may constantly try to push me in different directions, I want my life to be guided by something greater than the latest trend, opinion, or expectation.

I want to go where God leads me.

I want to spend my time with the people I love.

I want to pursue the things that bring meaning and purpose to my life.

And I want to live a life that is centered on the things that truly matter—not simply the things the world tells me should matter.

Because for me, going where I feel most alive isn't about chasing everything the world has to offer.

It's about being where God has called me to be, surrounded by the people I love, and living with my hope and faith firmly rooted in the Lord Jesus Christ.

That is where I feel most alive.

It All Starts with Believing...

"If you don't believe in yourself, no one else will."

At first glance, that statement might sound harsh. After all, we all need encouragement from others. We need parents who cheer us on, coaches who teach us, teammates who support us, and friends who stand beside us.

But here's the truth...

None of those things can replace believing in yourself.

We've watched this firsthand with our son over the last several years. Whether it was competing in Taekwondo or now pursuing Olympic weightlifting, there has been one thing that has remained constant: his belief that he could become better than he was yesterday.

That belief didn't mean he thought success would come easily. Quite the opposite.

It meant showing up to practice when he was tired.

It meant getting back under the bar after a missed lift.

It meant trusting the process when progress seemed painfully slow.

It meant believing that one bad competition didn't define him.

When others saw a difficult lift, he saw an opportunity.

When others might have questioned if he could do it, he chose to believe he could.

That confidence didn't come from arrogance. It came from preparation.

Over time, something amazing happened.

The more he believed in himself, the more everyone around him believed in him too.

As parents, we saw the work he was putting in every single day. We saw the sore muscles, the sacrifices, and the determination. It became easy for us to believe in what he was capable of because he believed it first.

His coach believed in him enough to push him harder because he knew our son wasn't afraid of the challenge.

His teammates believed in him because they watched him refuse to quit. They saw someone who wasn't looking for shortcuts or excuses. They saw someone committed to becoming the best version of himself.

Belief is contagious.

When someone consistently works hard and refuses to give up, people naturally begin to rally behind them.

But it all starts with the person looking back in the mirror.

There were plenty of moments when the outcome was uncertain. There were competitions where things didn't go as planned. There were lifts that didn't go up. There were disappointments that could have convinced him to settle for less.

Instead, he chose to keep believing.

That belief eventually led to personal records that once seemed impossible.

It led to national medals.

It led to becoming a Junior National Champion.

Those accomplishments didn't begin on the platform.

They began long before anyone ever handed him a medal.

They began when he decided he was capable.

As Christians, though, we also recognize that believing in yourself isn't about placing all your faith in your own abilities. Real confidence comes from understanding who God created you to be.

Scripture reminds us:

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." (Philippians 4:13)

Notice Paul doesn't say, "I can do all things because I'm talented."

He says his strength comes through Christ.

God gives us gifts, talents, opportunities, and the ability to grow. It's our responsibility to steward those gifts well by working hard, remaining teachable, and refusing to quit.

Believing in yourself means believing that God doesn't make mistakes.

It means trusting that if He has called you to something, He will equip you for it.

It means walking onto the platform, into the classroom, into the office, or into whatever challenge you're facing with confidence—not because you're perfect, but because God is with you.

People are naturally drawn to those who carry quiet confidence.

Not pride.

Not arrogance.

Confidence.

The kind of confidence that says, "I've prepared. I've worked. I'm trusting God with the outcome."

Our son's journey has reminded us of something we'll never forget.

Our encouragement mattered.

His coach's guidance mattered.

His teammates' support mattered.

But none of it would have taken root if he hadn't first chosen to believe he could become the athlete God created him to be.

The people around you can encourage you.

They can coach you.

They can open doors for you.

But they can't believe for you.

At some point, you have to decide that you're going to trust God, put in the work, and believe that you are capable of more than your fears tell you.

Because when you believe in yourself—and ultimately in the God who created you—you give others permission to believe in you too.

And sometimes, that's where the extraordinary journeys begin.

57 Years Ago Today...

57 Years Ago Today... 

On July 20, 1969, history was made.

More than 240,000 miles away from Earth, NASA astronauts Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin became the first humans to walk on the surface of the moon while Michael Collins orbited above in the command module.

The Apollo 11 mission was one of the greatest achievements in human history.

After years of planning, research, testing, and preparation, the Apollo 11 spacecraft launched from Kennedy Space Center in Florida on July 16, 1969. Four days later, the lunar module Eagle landed on the moon's surface.

As Neil Armstrong stepped onto the moon, millions of people around the world watched the historic moment unfold. His famous words, "That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind," became forever connected to one of the most significant moments of the 20th century.

Buzz Aldrin joined Armstrong on the lunar surface shortly afterward. Together, they spent approximately two and a half hours exploring the moon, collecting samples, taking photographs, and conducting scientific experiments.

Meanwhile, Michael Collins remained in lunar orbit aboard the command module Columbia, awaiting the return of his fellow astronauts.

The Apollo 11 crew successfully returned to Earth on July 24, 1969, completing a mission that had captured the attention of the entire world.

The first moon landing represented years of scientific discovery, engineering, teamwork, determination, and extraordinary courage. It was a moment that demonstrated what could be accomplished through human ingenuity and a shared commitment to achieving something that had never been done before.

Today, we remember Apollo 11 and the three men who made history: Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins.

July 20, 1969, will forever be remembered as the day humanity first set foot on another world.

Space and NASA have always held a special interest for both my husband and me. Perhaps part of the reason is that we were both born in 1969—the very same year this historic moon landing took place. Every year when this anniversary comes around, it feels a little more personal knowing that this incredible moment in history happened during the year we were born.

(taken from The Bible App)

The Door Is Still Open...

Have you ever ignored a knock at your front door? I know I have.

Maybe you weren't expecting anyone. Maybe you were busy. Maybe you simply didn't feel like answering.

The person on the other side eventually leaves.

But there's one knock we should never ignore.

In Revelation 3:20, Jesus says:

"Here I am! I stand at the door and knock."

Notice something remarkable about this verse. Jesus doesn't force His way in. He doesn't kick the door down. He doesn't demand entrance into our lives.

He knocks.

That simple image tells us so much about the heart of God. He desires a relationship with us, but He gives us the choice to respond. Love that is forced isn't love at all. Jesus patiently invites us to welcome Him into every part of our lives.

The question is, are we listening?

Sometimes the noise of life drowns out His voice. We're consumed with work, schedules, social media, finances, relationships, and the endless demands of everyday life. Before we know it, we've become so busy that we've stopped paying attention to the One who's been knocking all along.

Other times, we hear Him—but hesitate to answer.

Maybe we're holding on to sin we don't want to surrender.

Maybe we're carrying hurt that makes it difficult to trust.

Maybe we're afraid of what following Christ will require.

Or maybe we've convinced ourselves that we'll open the door "someday."

But Jesus isn't looking for perfect people. He's looking for willing hearts.

One of the most beautiful parts of this verse is what happens after the door is opened.

"I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me."

In biblical times, sharing a meal wasn't just about eating. It represented friendship, fellowship, acceptance, and intimacy. Jesus isn't offering a quick visit. He's inviting us into a daily relationship with Him.

He wants to walk with us through our victories and our struggles.

He wants to comfort us in our grief.

He wants to guide us when we're uncertain.

He wants to celebrate with us, correct us, strengthen us, and remind us that we're never alone.

Too often, we treat Jesus like an emergency contact—someone we call only when life falls apart. But He longs to be much more than our crisis counselor. He wants to be Lord of every room in our hearts.

It's also worth remembering who these words were originally written to. Jesus was speaking to the church in Laodicea, a church that had grown spiritually lukewarm. They looked successful on the outside but had become self-sufficient and distant from Him.

That makes this verse deeply personal for believers today.

It's possible to know about Jesus without walking closely with Him.

It's possible to attend church while keeping certain areas of your life closed off.

It's possible to appear spiritually healthy while quietly drifting away.

Yet even then, Jesus doesn't walk away.

He knocks.

Patiently.

Lovingly.

Faithfully.

No matter how long it's been, His invitation remains the same.

Today, we should ask ourselves:

Have I truly opened the door to Jesus?

Or have I only allowed Him into the rooms I'm comfortable sharing?

He isn't asking for a guest pass.

He's asking for our heart.

And the beautiful truth is this: the moment we open the door, we'll discover He wasn't coming to condemn us—He was coming to have fellowship with us.

His grace is greater than our failures.

His mercy is greater than our past.

His love is greater than our fears.

The knock is still there.

The invitation still stands.

The only question left is...

Will we open the door?

We Didn't Get Everything Right… But We Got This Right...

As parents, it's easy to replay the things we wish we had done differently.

There are moments we wish we had been more patient. Days we wish we had handled a situation better. Decisions we might change if we could go back. No parent is perfect, and if we're honest, we all have moments we'd like a do-over.

We've certainly had ours.

But every now and then, we take a step back and look at our son, and one thought rises above all the rest:

We may not be perfect, but when we look at our son, we know we got something in our life perfectly right.

Not because he's flawless—he isn't. None of us are.

But because of the kind of young man he has become.

He's respectful when no one is watching. He works hard without complaining. He keeps his commitments. He honors his family. He treats people with kindness and dignity. He loves the Lord. He has learned that success isn't handed to you—it comes through discipline, perseverance, and character.

Watching him grow into adulthood has been one of God's greatest blessings in our lives.

There were years filled with early mornings, late nights, long drives, sacrifices, difficult conversations, homeschooling, practices, competitions, disappointments, victories, and countless prayers. There were moments when we wondered if what we were pouring into him was taking root.

Now we see the fruit.

Parenting isn't about raising children who make us look good. It's about raising adults who will honor God long after they've left our home. 

The world tells parents to be their child's best friend.

God calls us to be their guide.

That means saying "no" when it's unpopular. It means teaching responsibility instead of making excuses. It means correcting with love, modeling integrity, and pointing them toward Christ even when it's hard.

Children learn far more from what they see than from what they hear.

They watch how we treat our spouse.

They watch how we respond to adversity.

They watch whether our faith is genuine or just something we talk about on Sundays.

Our example often becomes their foundation.

Psalm 127:3 reminds us:

"Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from Him."

What an incredible responsibility—and what an incredible privilege.

Looking back, we realize that while we made mistakes along the way, God was faithful. He filled in the gaps where we fell short. He gave wisdom when we asked, grace when we failed, and strength when we felt inadequate.

Any success we see in our son is ultimately a testimony to God's faithfulness far more than our parenting.

As he continues to chase his dreams, work hard, and follow the path God has for him, our prayer remains the same as it has always been:

That he would love Jesus more than success.

That he would value character more than recognition.

That he would lead with humility.

That he would never stop pursuing the purpose God has placed on his life.

No, we haven't been perfect parents.

Far from it.

But if raising a son who loves God, respects others, works hard, stays humble, and lives with integrity is any indication...

Then by God's grace, we got something beautifully right.

And for that, we'll be forever grateful. 

One Year Without You, Nan...

It's hard to believe it's been a year since you left us, Nan.

Losing you just a little over a year after Pop passed has left a hole in our family that can never truly be filled. Family gatherings aren't the same anymore. There are empty chairs where laughter once echoed. There are stories we wish we could still tell you in person. There are moments when we still instinctively think, "I can't wait to tell Nan," before remembering you're no longer here.

People often say time heals all wounds. I don't think that's entirely true.

Time teaches us how to carry the loss, but it never erases the love.

So much life has happened this past year.

Tim turned 18 and five days later he graduated from high school. He got his full class c driver's license. He started a new chapter of adulthood working with his dad. But perhaps the biggest milestone of all was becoming a USA Weightlifting Junior National Champion.

We couldn't help but think of you and Pop that day.

Scot and I can still picture how proud you both would have been. You watched Tim work toward that dream for years. You saw the countless hours of training, the setbacks, the disappointments, and the determination that never wavered.

When he stood on that podium as National Champion, our hearts were overflowing with joy—but there was also an ache.

We wished you were still here to share it.

We wished we could have called you afterward.

We wished we could have seen the smile on your face and heard you tell him how proud you were.

But even in the middle of that bittersweet moment, we found comfort knowing that while you weren't here with us, you are safely in the presence of the One you loved most, watching and smiling from heaven.

Scripture reminds us:

"To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord." (2 Corinthians 5:8)

That promise doesn't erase the pain, but it gives us hope.

There have been birthdays, holidays, celebrations, and ordinary days that have all looked different without you and Pop. We miss your laughter, your hugs, your wisdom, and simply having you here.

Grief has a way of reminding us just how deeply we loved someone.

And what a gift that love was.

I'm so thankful for the years we all had together. Thankful for the memories you've left us. Thankful for the example you lived before us. Thankful that our goodbye isn't forever.

Because for those who know Christ, death isn't the end of the story.

It's simply "see you later."

Until that day, we'll continue living the lives you and Pop encouraged us to live—loving God, loving each other, working hard, celebrating life's victories, and trusting the Lord through every season.

We miss you every single day, Nan.

Not a day goes by that you and Pop don't cross our minds.

Thank you for loving us so well.

We'll carry your memory in our hearts until we're together again.

"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain..." (Revelation 21:4)

Until we see you again, We love you, Nan.

A Godly Wife Begins with a Godly Heart...

Now you didn't think I was going to write a husband post and not do a wife one did you???

A Godly Wife Begins with a Godly Heart...

There are countless opinions today about what a woman should be.

Culture tells women to chase success, independence, status, or approval. Others reduce a woman's worth to appearances or accomplishments. But God's Word paints a much more beautiful picture.

A godly wife isn't defined by perfection.

She is defined by her pursuit of Christ.

Scripture says it this way:

"Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised." (Proverbs 31:30)

God isn't looking for a woman who has it all together. He's looking for a woman whose heart belongs to Him.

As I looked over this list, I smiled—and then I laughed a little. Not because I disagree with it, but because I know just how often I fall short.

I've been married to Scot for nearly twenty years, and if there's anyone who knows my flaws, it's him. I'm not always patient. I don't always say the right thing. I get frustrated. I make mistakes. Sometimes I let stress get the best of me. I have to apologize. I have to ask for forgiveness.

I'm far from being the "perfect Proverbs 31 wife."

But every day I ask God to make me a little more like Jesus than I was the day before.

That's the goal.

Not perfection.

Faithfulness.

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She Loves God Above All Things

Everything starts here.

Before I'm a wife.
Before I'm a mother.
Before I'm a business owner...

I'm first a daughter of the King.

I've learned that when I neglect my relationship with the Lord, every other relationship suffers. I become less patient, less gracious, and much more focused on myself than on serving others.

The closer I stay to Christ, the better wife I become—not because I'm trying harder, but because He's changing my heart.

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She Loves Her Husband and Children

Love isn't merely a feeling—it's a daily choice.

Marriage isn't always easy. Raising children certainly isn't easy. There are seasons of joy, exhaustion, celebration, and disappointment.

As Scot and I approach twenty years of marriage, I can honestly say our marriage hasn't been sustained because we're perfect people. It's been sustained because God has been faithful.

There have been times when I've needed far more grace than I've deserved, and Scot has extended it anyway. I'm thankful that our marriage has always been built on forgiveness rather than keeping score.

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She Shows Self-Control

If I'm honest, this is one God continues to work on in me.

Sometimes I react before I pray.

Sometimes I speak before I think.

Sometimes my emotions try to lead instead of the Holy Spirit.

Thankfully, God's mercies are new every morning.

He's still teaching me that self-control isn't about willpower—it's about surrender.

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She Is the Keeper of the Home

This doesn't mean my house is always spotless.

Anyone who's dropped by unexpectedly can probably testify to that!

It means I want our home to be a place where people feel welcomed, loved, encouraged, and where Christ is honored.

A peaceful home isn't created by perfect decorating or perfect housekeeping.

It's created by people who continually choose love, forgiveness, and grace.

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She Is a Servant

Serving doesn't always come naturally.

Most of the time I'd rather be served.

These days, more often than not, I'm tired.

There's lots of times that I'm selfish.

Yet Jesus continually reminds me that greatness in His Kingdom looks very different than greatness in the world.

Every opportunity to serve is really an opportunity to become more like Him.

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She Is Grateful

One lesson God keeps teaching me is gratitude.

It's easy to notice what's wrong.

It takes intentionality to notice what's right.

When I stop and count my blessings, I realize just how much God has done.

A husband who loves Jesus.

A son who loves the Lord.

A growing family business.

A home filled with memories.

God has been incredibly good to me.

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She Is Modest

Modesty isn't just about what we wear.

It's about humility.

It's about pointing people toward Christ instead of ourselves.

The older I get, the less concerned I am with impressing people and the more concerned I am with pleasing God.

That's a much better way to live.

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She Is Kind

Kindness is something the world desperately needs.

I don't always get it right.

Many times my words are sharper than they should be.

Sometimes I'm impatient.

But God faithfully convicts me, softens my heart, and reminds me that people are drawn to grace far more than criticism.

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Progress, Not Perfection

If this list feels overwhelming, remember this:

God isn't looking for perfect wives. 

If He were, none of us would qualify.

He's looking for women whose hearts are fully surrendered to Him.

I'm still learning.

I'm still growing.

I'm still failing at times.

And I'm still amazed that God's grace meets me every single day.

One of the greatest gifts God has given me is a husband who extends that same grace. Scot has loved me through my strengths and my weaknesses, celebrated my victories, forgiven my failures, and continually pointed me back to Christ. I thank God often for the man He gave me, because he reminds me what unconditional love looks like.

Being a godly wife isn't about checking every box on a list.

It's about waking up every day and saying, "Lord, make me more like You today than I was yesterday."

That's a prayer God delights in answering.