Uncompromised

Do the Next Thing As I wrapped up Easter promos for a couple of churches last week, this part of an old Saxon poem came to mind - the one Elisabeth Elliot made famous: "Do the next thing." She didn't mean being busy for the sake of busy. She meant faithfulness. Trust Christ and do the good work in front of you. Active faith, not passive waiting. Just like Psalm 37 teaches. Scripture reminds us: "We are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do." Ephesians 2:10 Elisabeth Elliot learned those words from an old Saxon poem found scratched on a wall. Do the next thing. Not the grand thing. Not the perfect thing. Just the next one. She lived that out in some of the hardest circumstances a person can face and came out the other side not bitter but faithful. Because faithfulness isn't a feeling. It's a decision you make before the feeling ever shows up. Nobody feels faithful every day. That's actua...

  More Room for What Matters Spring cleaning. Decluttering. Minimalism. Call it what you want, but what if God is using all of it to teach us something far deeper than a tidy closet? My friends, This morning I stepped outside with my iced coffee (yes, iced!), because it is already warm and glorious here in Mississippi and I am not sorry.  The sun was doing that beautiful thing it does in (almost) spring, the kind of warmth that feels like a exhale after winter. My cat Moe was right there with me, completely unbothered with life... until a squirrel strutted across the fence like he owned the property, and Moe absolutely lost his mind. I laughed out loud, just me, my coffee, and this silly cat. And then, the birds. They were back. I had my app open, identifying them one by one. A Carolina Wren. A mockingbird. A flash of a goldfinch. And something in my chest just settled. That quiet, full-hearted joy that only comes when you notice that life is returning. That new things a...

  The Sound of Faith: How Our Words Reflect the Heart of God As women who love the Lord, we know that our homes, our ministries, and even our writing desks often sit on the front lines of spiritual battle. There are weeks when everything feels squeezed. Budgets are tight. Children are weary. Prayer requests feel heavier than usual. We carry concerns not only for our own households, but for sisters in Christ walking through quiet suffering. In those moments, our words matter far more than we often realize. As I was preparing supper, I felt the need to pause and put these thoughts into words. There is a particular kind of faith that does not remain quietly tucked away in the heart. Biblical faith overflows. It finds its way to the lips. When our mouths are governed by the Word of God, we do not merely talk. Our words shape the atmosphere of every space we step into, for good or for harm. Scripture is remarkably clear about the stewardship of our speech. “Death and life are in the ...