Whispers of Faith. Writings of Wonder.

I used to think that if I didn’t feel it, I shouldn’t say it.   If I said, “God is good,” while my heart was aching… If I said, “I trust Him,” while anxiety still squeezed my chest… If I lifted my hands in worship while questions were louder than clarity…   Was that fake?   Somewhere along the way, many of us absorbed the idea that authenticity means acting only on what we feel in the moment. If we don’t feel grateful, don’t say thank you. If we don’t feel trusting, don’t spe

I’ve been sitting with this truth for a while now, turning it over in my hands like a smooth stone pulled from a creek bed:   Joy in Christ is personal.   Not circumstantial. Not dependent on a church building. Not tied to a worship set or a particularly gifted pastor. Not guaranteed by good theology or a polished Sunday experience.   Joy is fruit.   And fruit only grows when it’s attached to the tree.   For years, I think I expected joy to arrive through the right environmen

A reflection on trusting God in difficult times when justice feels delayed. Most of what I write in my journal is prayers and raw processing of thoughts and emotions about life as it happens in the moment. Sometimes writing is the only way I can get out of my head what is wreaking havoc in my heart and body.   I don’t often share entries that sit close to unresolved circumstances, out of respect for the stories still being written alongside mine.   But this one feels differen

You have been faithful. Why should I doubt? You have proved powerful. Why would I fear? You have been my shelter. Why feel exposed? You have been my provider. Why be anxious? You are my Counselor. I will listen to your voice. You are my Rock. I will trust in your strength. You are my Savior. I will rest in your grace. You are my Way Maker. I will rely on your presence. You are my Abba. I am secure in your care.   Thank YOU, 🤍 Terra   “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and

I was raised in church, and one of the beautiful results is the belief that the God of the universe has a plan for my life. I have been taught to dream big in a big God.   And the miraculous thing is, after all these years, I still do. I still believe He’s able to do far more than I could ever ask, think, or imagine.   Here's where I get hung up, two things actually...   Either I don’t know what it is I’m being called to in this season of life, OR I know what He is calling me

God has been working on my heart lately. I’ve been feeling a little stuck. A little restless. A little discontent. Maybe you’ve felt that before, too—when you start searching for something new  to fix the discomfort of now.   If only I had a different job. If only I had more time. If only I had more money. If only I went to a bigger church. If only I had more education. If only I had a newer car. If only I had more, more, more…   In my reading this week, I came across this sm

We came across this little one on a walk through our woods, a tiny fawn, curled into the leaves - still, small, and unseen.   At first, we almost missed it. Its dappled coat blended perfectly with the forest floor, and only when the sunlight shifted did we see it - wide eyes open, unmoving, waiting.   It wasn’t lost. It wasn’t afraid. It was doing exactly what it was created to do - resting, hidden where its mother placed it, trusting she would return.   And I couldn’t stop

“ ...being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion... ” Philippians 1:6 (NIV) At last, upon the potters’ wheel, my heart it soared with glee. At last, the Master, He would make me what He wanted me to be. With joy, I yielded fully to His kind and gentle touch He shaped me and He molded me, and I loved it very much. And as the wheel spun, round and round, the vision became clear of how my Master, He would use me, and my heart burs

Since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.  Hebrews 12:1 (NKJV)   I am standing on the sidelines as I watch you run your race, and my heart is beating wildly at the sweat upon your face.   You’ve been running hard, running strong, but this track has stretched so long.   Now the strength and joy you started with have slowly slippe

Over the past month of a new school year, I have spoken these words of comfort multiple times to children struggling with separation from their parents and the comfort of their home.

Spring's reminder that there is a season for everything.

Contentment. Happiness. Forgiveness. Gratitude.    None of these can be bought.  None is dependent on circumstances.   Today, I am thankful that feelings follow actions and, regardless of how I feel or the situation I am in, I can choose how I will respond.   🧡 Terra © 2013