I've always been fascinated by God's presence in our lives — how He's always been there guiding us, yet we're forced to rely on faith to recognize the miracles he's working, the blessings he's providing. It's easier than we'd like to admit to sometimes forget God in the narrative of our lives when things are going well — when there's no obstacles lying in our path. I can look at my life in a series of events that have led me to where I am today. As I look back, I can see now

I know I'm probably not alone when I say there have been times when I've failed to pray, times when I've forgotten the importance of bowing my head down and thanking God for the life I live, talking to Him like the Father, friend and confidant He is. And I know I'm probably not the only one who will fall to my knees in prayer when an obstacle or trial appears in my path. Not the only one who decides it's time to run back to Christ when I become lost and need him to take contr

Eyes to the sky. Whatever that means, right? The sun was already beginning to set when I decided all I wanted was the little trail beside the beach — the trail made of sand and salt, the one separated from the sea only by a set of train tracks and some rocks laid haphazardly one over the other. I had maybe forty-five minutes left of light before darkness settled over the little town I've called home since the day I was born. When I got to the trail, standing up on a little mo

Recently, I've given a lot of thought to perspective. I've come to realize that our way of viewing is everything. The lens by which