Silt-covered stones sleep on the creek bottom as if they’re entirely oblivious to the current threatening to wash them away. I’ve come to the woods because my heart is heavy, and I need space to sort through my worries. Pulling out my Bible and journal, I begin searching for Scriptures to battle anxiety and stress….
By Stacey Pardoe A few years ago, I realized that my prayer life lacked the power and fervency I longed for. Every morning, I prayed over lists of names and needs, but prayer felt like hard work more than a life-giving encounter with Jesus. I was desperate to uncover some new keys to a powerful…
By Stacey Pardoe Dawn breaks with a lilac mist as I sit beside the window to watch the world awaken. I’m awake early today—before the patter of little feet and the requests for cartoons. I’m here to sort through a set of confusing circumstances and wrestle with God in prayer for discernment. Not long ago,…
