Branded with His Love

Over a year ago, I found myself penning a single cross on my left wrist daily. Some former cutters do this to show they are now transformed into a new creation in Christ. I began doing it for a different reason. I wanted a daily reminder that it’s ok to be broken, imperfect. That Christ came to allow Himself to be broken for me. That somehow He presses into my broken mess and brings something beautiful out of it. “And Jesus took the bread and broke it, saying this is my body,… Read More

New Wine

I really enjoy good wine! I grew up in California, maybe that’s it? Maybe it’s because I really love food…GOOD food paired with GOOD wine! To me, good food and wine is a wonderful part of the abundant life that Jesus has provided for us. Even in the old covenant, King Solomon said that we should eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all our labor- this is the gift of God. (Ecc 3:13) How much more should we be able to enjoy life now, as partakers of the new covenant? Back… Read More

Just A Sheep

Two weeks ago, my breakfast area, and eventually the rest of my downstairs, became a sheep’s pen. Literally. My daughters are apart of a 4H program at a local farm, at which they raise dairy sheep and goats. As a 4H project, “the horse lady” as she is affectionately called, allows the children to foster baby lambs during lambing season with the purpose of training the lambs to eat from what is called a lamb bar. It’s a bucket filled with formula with nipples stuck in the sides. Straws from the nipples… Read More

What if…? The Birthday

The girl was sad. Her stepfather was drunk again and the whole apartment was smothered by fumes of alcohol. His increasing drunken shouts, like the background music, bounced around the girls’ mind. It was her birthday and her mother had made salads and dressed the cake. She was dressed up and waiting for classmates who were invited to the party. But while the clock unceasingly walked forward, and the stepfather become irrevocably more drunk she got smothered by even more complete and horrendous throbbing; the realization that nobody was coming. Any bursting… Read More

War Horse

Religion seeks to snuff out the voices of the sons and daughters of God.  It tries to silence them through control, manipulation, and fear.  But our Father in heaven delights in the relationship born out of trust, respect, and love.  He gives us our voice, and He wants us to use it for Him, in submission to His word. We don’t have to defend ourselves in that process.  He delights in defending us when we are in step with Him.  We can confidently rely on Him. It’s not easy to trust, stepping… Read More

Step Into the Fullness of Your Identity

Hello Sisters and Brothers, It is a first for me to share something other than an original work by one of our contributors.  This stirring word from Lana Vawser goes to the heart of why Wholehearted Women exists – namely, to see believers step into the fullness of their identity in Christ.  I hope it inspires you to believe and move into the fullness of who you are IN Christ Jesus.  Love and blessings to you. Here is the post from: Posted on February 10, 2018 Prophetic Words THERE IS A… Read More

What if…? (2) Meeting Jesus

  “Are you real?”  Where are you? I’m so scared and so very much alone!” A little girl of 7 or 8 was sitting on the end of an old bed hugging her legs and hiding her face in her knees. She was crying and talking to God: “In that fairytale you opened up the sea! And our neighbor, old Martha, said you are real and you hear what we say. I don’t like to be alone. Do you really hear me? Oh I wish so much you would be real! Please,… Read More

The First Embrace

This morning I was worshipping to the song, “Find Me,” by Jonathan David and Melissa Helser.  The song says, “Like the dust that you first held in the garden where you knelt, pull me up against your face again, ’til the breath of your hope fills the depths of my soul, ’til all I know is I’ve been found by love.” During the song, I was first an observer, as the Lord Jesus knelt down and began to gather the soil in front of him with His strong arms, into an embrace… Read More


I grew up in church, a church like a shell full of powerless religious structure, twisted teaching, and hypocrisy. Stained glass windows of the story of Jesus painted the windows, but within the walls was a lifeless body needing resurrection. Hell, fire, and brimstone. That’s what I was taught. God is an angry God, full of wrath, ready strike you down if you step outside of His rules. Rules, rules, and more rules, but no power to live by them. Jesus was painted an anemic, pitiful man…weak. And behind closed doors he… Read More

What if… ?

Do you know that there are stories that are “not yet”? They have not happened yet, or have happened, but have not been written and shared, not been lived or dreamed about. … or – just not yet. This is one of these – “not yet” stories. SOAP BUBBLES A girl of 7 or 8 was sitting with a boy, Jesus, around the same age, at the edge of a cliff. She was dressed in a simple half-length cotton dress – light grey with bright yellow sunflowers on it. Her hair was… Read More