Today’s blog post is a mother-daughter question exchange on the topic of “home.” Gemma and I have never lived under the same roof, though we both longed to. God never opened that door. Still, we thought it would be fun to ask each other three questions on the topic of "home" and simply let you see a little more of us. This is a lighthearted post, but the heart behind it is connection. We hope that opening the windows to our hearts and the doors to our homes will somehow, even

I am a wife, a mother, a registered nurse (who hasn’t worked in that field in over three years), and a hobby writer. But something you may not know about me is that about two years ago, I started a professional organizing business: something I have thought "sounded fun" for a long time. It has been such an endearing adventure for my heart—the kind of heart that loves a challenge and gets bored pretty quickly without one. It's been a happy, sunny expedition. I've enjoyed the c

What have you done for someone, anyone, that they cannot repay you? Let me give you a moment to think. Life is never really complete until you have done something for someone who can never repay you. There is something deeply beautiful about giving without expecting anything in return. About showing up for someone who has nothing to offer you in exchange. About pouring into a life simply because God has placed an opportunity in front of you to do so. “For we are his workmansh

Friday is here again. Another week has come and gone. Maybe next week will feel slower, I subconsciously whisper to myself. And deep down, I already know: probably not. It’s a season. A season that is full and beautiful. Homeschooling, running a business, supporting my husband as he launches a business, being there for people who need me (and I want to be there for), extended family needs and celebrations...it’s all good. So much of it is deeply good. But even good things can

This letter is as much for me as it is for you. As I studied the last chapter of 2nd Corinthians last night, it felt like I was reading the conclusion of a letter specially written for me. It's sweet how personal God's Word can feel. Perhaps, because it is. Here are all my lessons summarized for you in the creative form of a paraphrased letter... Dear Child, I want you to know that I see you. I see how hard you’re trying to take up your cross daily. I know the cost of your ob

Well, it’s finally here. This Saturday, Trustworthy—a devotional I have been writing off and on for around three years—will be available on Amazon. I began writing Trustworthy during a season when I desperately needed to see the Lord. A series of heartbreaks had happened one after another, and by the third or fourth thing I was emotionally depleted and spiritually confused. The heartbreaks all carried a similar theme: I believed I was walking in obedience to God, only to have

My ears genuinely perk up whenever I hear someone casually say, “I know this is God’s will for me.” This is not because I don’t believe a person can actually know God’s will for their life. No. It’s more because I think a lot of believers make their own plans and then put “this is God’s will for me” as the cherry on top. God’s ways are not ours, and while our plans might be noble, He isn’t obligated to bring all of them to fruition just because we put our trust in Him. That’s

We live in troubling times.The over-connectedness of our online generation. The media feeding us one anxiety-producing story after another first thing every morning. The polarity of our nation and its politics. The lack of tolerance and respect for humanity and neighbors in general. We do. We live in troubling times. But what if we could live in this current climate with a holy lightheartedness?“What’s that?” you may be asking. I coined this phrase over the last couple of yea

Good morning friends! Or afternoon. Whenever this blog post finds you, I hope you are settling in for a few minutes of down-time. Maybe with an iced coffee in your hand and your feet propped up in front of you... We all can relate to the times in life when it feels like everything around us is out of control. You are grabbing for the reigns to try and control the ride you are on, but the horse just runs faster and turns sharper? It can feel like life is going to "throw you of

“AND THOSE WHO ARE WISE SHALL SHINE LIKE THE BRIGHTNESS OF THE SKY ABOVE AND THOSE WHO TURN MANY TO RIGHTEOUSNESS, LIKE THE STARS FOREVER AND EVER.” -DANIEL 12:3 On May 31st , 2026, my hero passed unto glory: Rosemary M. Jensen, former Executive Director of Bible Study Fellowship (BSF) and founder of the Rafiki Foundation. She had one clear calling: to bring the truth of God’s word to all and the gift of Christian education to Africa. Her ministry included orphanage care, par

My parents and early caregivers have always encouraged me to write down my dreams, hopes, and prayers. Though this advice may sound commonplace, it remains profoundly true. Writing gives shape to our inner world because it transforms a lot of vague thoughts into tangible texts on a page. The prophet Habakkuk wrote: “Write the vision and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it.” —Habakkuk 2:2 Here are a few reasons why it’s important to write out your dreams

I just want to start today's post with a sincere, 'Thank you' for being here. This little corner of the internet has become such a meaningful space for Gemma-Elizabeth and me, not because we think we have profound, earth-shattering wisdom to offer, but because we believe there is something special about honest community. We all wrestle with things. We all carry questions, hopes, struggles, and little everyday thoughts that matter more than they may seem. And if pulling up a f

I have been reading this amazing book for a couple of weeks written by Pastor Timothy Keller (who is one of my all-time favorites). Like Billy Graham, “I thank God for him.” This book is titled The Prodigal God , and as you have rightly guessed, it is about the infamous parable of the Prodigal Son in Luke 15:1- 3, 11-31. Sit with me while I share a few things that I’ve been learning with you (I'm not finished with the book yet). Two groups of people always came to listen to J

Warning: vulnerable post ahead. I’m writing today from a very real place in my heart. If you know me, you know this is something I’ve wrestled with for a long time, probably the past 15 years. Nutrition. Weight. Cancer. These aren’t just topics I’m casually interested in…they’re deeply personal. Part of why I’m writing this is for you, because maybe something I share will resonate. But honestly, part of it is for me too. Writing is how I sort through the swirl in my head and

“My son is not dead. My son is sleeping,” she said convincingly. “Son, wake up,” she pleaded, cradling his limp, bloody body to her chest. Everyone could see that Promise was gone...except for Mama Promise. In reality, she could see, but her heart was denying what her eyes were seeing. This happened earlier this week, in the city where I live--- Jos of Plateau State, NIGERIA. On Palm Sunday , the beginning of perhaps the most important remembrance week in all of human histor

This past weekend, I went away on a little writing retreat with a dear, old friend who now lives in Charleston. It was exactly what my soul didn't know it needed. We talked. We ate delicious Thai food. We exercised. We drank good coffee. We slept in. We perused Target. We wrote. Mostly, we exhaled. We sat in our own quiet writing spaces, side by side, and just… breathed again. We ended up talking a lot about pace. About how, between motherhood, writing projects, work, family

This past Sunday, I celebrated my twenty-fifth birthday amongst family, friends, and laughter. It was my best birthday in years because of all the wonderful messages I received from well-wishers, not to mention the fun we had ( karaoke in a private lounge with the girls)! Before the day came, I had determined to journal a list of the things that I was most grateful for each day leading up to my birthday. I decided I wanted to share that with you here because I believe gratitu

Never in a million years would I have thought I’d be sitting at my computer right now, writing about a topic I have zero experience in: marriage . So, what got me thinking about the topic of marriage? You may be wondering... I recently bumped into a friend in the ever-bustling Terminus main market in Jos, Nigeria. “ Gemma, this is my boyfriend ,” she said, gesturing to the handsome young man who had thoughtfully stepped aside to allow us to greet each other more intimately. W

There are some things people do to you that don’t fade with time. You can move forward, carry on with life, smile again… and still you carry the memory of what happened. Forgiveness is one of those beautiful words that sounds simple… until you actually have to live it... I’m not exactly sure why I’m writing this today. But here I am anyway — fingers on the keyboard, determined to write from my heart, not from what feels polished or “right.” We all know what it's like to be hu

Hello Sis, how you doing? You doing good? Not so good? I wish we could sit down together and talk through the questions I'm asking you, face-to-face. But a brief, reflective pause for us to search how we actually are in the middle of our busy days, I suppose that's also valuable. Perhaps, like me, you’re... exhausted . However you are feeling in this brief, quiet, pause-of-a-moment, let me say a prayer over you. Actually, it's a prayer for both of us. That is what the Lord l