Isabelle Holland is trapped in a life she never wanted. When her tyrannical aunt plans her marriage to an odious man, and with no word from her family in Charleston, she feels her life is over…until she meets a sea captain who can offer her a way to flee Savannah and unravel the mystery of her family’s secrets. Captain Henry Kincaid is running from the demons of his past. His only solace? Creating beauty from darkness and evading the man who refuses to leave him be. When his world collides with a vulnerable debutante, he must choose whether to allow…

Sometimes I don’t have much to say. Not enough words to fill up a haiku, much less a blog. Life gets busy, my body runs on fumes and caffeine, kids scream for attention…you know the drill. Yet despite the normal grind of living, the fear never completely goes away. The enemy is always lurking, ever hissing and flinging his accusations, preying upon my darkest secrets and coldest fears. There are some battles that must be fought over and over again. That’s okay. If you’re a recovering people-pleaser like me, remind yourself of this truth today: “Some people will like me,…

Every year, a single word seems to rise above the noise and capture what my heart is yearning for. For 2026, God has nudged me toward the word “restore”. It’s a word filled with hope, patience, and quiet strength. Restore implies that something valuable already existed, was damaged or worn down, and is now being carefully brought back to life. Many of you know about my husband’s health crisis that has rocked our family in incalculable ways. We are weary, as well as physically, emotionally and spiritually exhausted. When I consider all that is involved in restoring an object, I…

Past stars and galaxies, the glittering lights of mysteries beyond I flew. I was not alone. No, an entire heavenly congregation soared with me. We danced past shimmering hosts and luminescent wonders, winging and dancing, spiraling and speeding past the diamonds of the Holy One’s masterpiece until we pushed past the transparent glass of the blue marbled planet’s firmament. I breathed in the frigid air, peering through the night sky, to look down on this strange place…the King’s new home. Humble. Broken. Needy. Such a startling contrast from the glory of whence He had come. Indeed, the raw starkness of it swirled…

In 1944, Corrie Ten Boom was suffering with pain and edema, likely due to starvation, as she languished in the Ravensbruck Concentration Camp. With Christmas approaching, she was desperate to find any source of goodness or light. As she reminisced about Christmas’s past, with her family’s massive Christmas tree, candles, mouth-watering food, and festively wrapped gifts, her heart yearned for just one glimmer of those nostalgic, warm feelings to surface. Instead, as she shuffled between barracks of the concentration camp, her stiff legs aching, she saw ‘the saddest Christmas trees’ she’d ever witnessed. Jutting up in the middle of camp…

In her book The Wind in the Door, Madeline L’Engle explores a powerful truth: names matter. In the story, she shows that when someone misnames you, when they call you something other than who you really are, it diminishes you. It strips away your identity. And if you believe the lie long enough, you begin to disappear. The world is quick to slap labels on us. “You’re too thin.” “You’re too fat.” “You’re not good enough.” “You’re unwanted. “Your diagnosis determines your future.” These words sting, don’t they? And if we’re not careful, they begin to define us. We start…