Devotionals

Our responses are our responsibility.  Click on the picture to see the video blog. ~Anu

Our kitchen trash reached max capacity. So my son (who shall remain nameless to protect his identity), being the responsible guy that he is, tied up the trash bag and took it out. Weirdly enough, the trash was now out of the house, but a horrible trash smell (which wasn’t there before) was now inside

Sometimes our blessings don’t look like blessings. A toddler throwing a tantrum. A long commute to work. A pile of laundry. A to-do list that seems never ending. Multiple shoes left by the door instead of the closet where they belong. (Okay – that one was personal). A toilet seat that is up. (Okay –

It’s not fair!  This is a phrase I hear at least once a week from one of my children.  And to be really honest, it’s something that I feel more times than I want to admit. How is it that when we try our best to do the “right” thing, often it feels like we

I was driving down the highway, having a lively conversation with my family when suddenly, I saw bright lights come out of nowhere flashing in my rearview mirror. I had no intention of speeding, but that didn’t matter.  The officer had evidence. The time I spent sitting in my car as the officer reviewed my

The “enemy” comes at us in many different ways. Fear, dread, anxiety, depression, opposition. I know we’re only two months into 2019, but I’ve already experienced days in which the enemy is a little too close for comfort. But God. Numbers 10:9 “When you go into battle in your own land against an enemy who

Have you ever felt like you were the default? Yes, you got the job, promotion, or opportunity but was it because they really wanted you to have it?  Or because the person they actually chose couldn’t, wouldn’t or just didn’t want to take it? Sure, it’s yours…but it kinda feels like a half-win at best.

Last week I shared the emotions I was experiencing as I said goodbye to old furniture in the post “Out With the Old”. I literally spent the entire day feeling sad and being withdrawn. The next morning I awoke to the call of the delivery person who was on his way. Suddenly, I found myself

Painting above & guest post below- by our friend, Gia George (The painting is a reproduction of a painting done by John Fernandez) ______________ Mama wouldn’t bother to wish me on my birthday. Instead, she would narrate her memories of giving birth to me. Am not exactly sure why she vividly remembered every detail of

While attending my nephews’ basketball games over the past 10 years, I’ve noticed an interesting predicament that happens. There are a lot of voices to listen to.  The cheerleaders, the parents, fellow teammates and of course, the coach. One dad is yelling “Go to the basket” while a teammate is saying, “Pass me the ball!”.  The