Once again, a long list of tasks and to-dos waited for me at the end of my Sabbath—slowly trying to steal my joy in the LORD.

I felt tired all week. On my Sabbath, I got up later than usual—7:30 a.m. Normally, I wake with a smile, eager to greet the day and enter into rest with the Lord.

This week’s winddown felt natural—a welcome shift. By 2pm, I could sense myself already preparing—heart, mind, and body—for Sabbath. I left the day

I wanted to jump directly into the Word this Sabbath, "green lettering "the Gospel of Mark. And as fast as I opened my Bible

Easter Sunday’s devotional and Story Teller centered on what it means to Surrender Fully. Then, on the Monday after Easter.

Ever have one of those moments where you wonder if you could be taking better care of yourself—physically? I looked at a photo of myself recently and thought, “Wow… I got old,” (ha!).

This week, I caught myself doing something I didn’t intend. On my Sabbath morning, the first thing I did was pick up my phone—not just to turn off the alarm, but to scroll through News alerts.

Again. If the eremos—the quiet, solitary place—is where I need to go to do spiritual battle, then just getting there is half the battle. But how do I get there, Lord?

There was a lot going on this week. On my Sabbath, I faced what I considered an “ox in the well” situation (Luke 14:5)—a moment when it felt necessary to make an exception...

This was one of those weeks where I felt like I could’ve slept in a little longer. I’m not exactly in “retirement mode”—you know, early to bed, early to rise—but I’m definitely not in “college mode”