To love others as Jesus commands, we must also love ourselves. God made us in His image, emotions and all. When we suppress pain or reject ourselves, we block His healing love. Receiving God’s love allows us to embrace who we are and extend love to others.

Unforgiveness feels like carrying a weight that grows heavier with time. We think we’re punishing the one who hurt us, but the chains bind our own hearts. Forgiveness doesn’t excuse the wrong; it releases us into freedom, making room for God’s healing love to flow.

Fear can paralyze us, but God’s love sets us free. In this post, I share how childhood rejection shaped my fears—and how God’s truth is helping me replace distorted perceptions with His peace. You don’t have to live trapped by fear; freedom is possible.

Anxiety weighs us down, but God offers peace that surpasses understanding. Discover how surrendering control and seeking His love can bring calm to the storm—and reveal the deeper wounds He longs to heal.

What if hopelessness isn’t just a symptom of depression, but its root? Proverbs 13:12 says, “Hope deferred makes the heart sick.” I lived with that kind of sickness for years—searching, aching, doubting. But Romans 15:13 reminded me that God is not just the giver of hope—He is hope. When we trust Him, He fills us with peace, joy, and the strength to hope again.

BEHIND THICK GLASS Day 4: Depression. In this piece I share my journey through decades of darkness, the lifelines that helped me endure, and the truth I finally discovered: God is the only foundation of lasting joy. If you’re struggling, you’re not alone—and healing is possible.

Loneliness isn’t just a feeling, it’s a wound. And like all wounds, it needs care, attention, and healing.

Feeling worthy is a symptom of early childhood rejection. Read about how God sees you as worthy.

Chapter One: Distrust - How to overcome your fear of trusting God and yourself in order to begin your healing journey from early childhood rejection.

A funny devotion about finding hope in unexpected places.

“I never loved you,” my mother said. Stunned, I sank back into the brown couch, opposite her, speechless. I’ll never forget that day or...