Stay Rooted Ministries

I wanted to take one final post to highlight a passage from my new book, Turn the Page: For For Every Soul That’s Been Broken but Is Still Beloved. This book has been such a powerful part of my story and is a written display of the Lord's redeeming work in my life. I pray it is an encouraging, truth-filled invitation to begin again, not by forgetting what hurt you, but by letting God meet you in the middle of it. Today's post comes from Chapter 6: "Jesus and a Therapist"... "

This month, I wanted to use this post to highlight a passage from my new book, Turn the Page: For For Every Soul That’s Been Broken but Is Still Beloved. This book has been such a powerful part of my story and is a written display of the Lord's redeeming work in my life. I pray it is an encouraging, truth-filled invitation to begin again, not by forgetting what hurt you, but by letting God meet you in the middle of it. "I spent years believing I was only as worthy as the last

There's something about the holidays that makes an empty chair feel louder than anything else in the room. The world around us seems to be wrapped in joy and laughter, but for some, there's a quiet ache that weighs on our hearts. Traditions carry a shadow, meals feel incomplete, and the room feels lonely no matter how full it is. In the middle of the heaviness, grief rises over you seeking to overtake, but Scripture whispers this truth: "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted

We live in a world constantly “plugged in.” We’re bombarded by business meetings, social media posts, text messages, and a thousand other notifications. Everyone and everything seem to demand productivity and connection. Yet when our phones die, we don’t just keep scrolling on a blank screen hoping it will eventually work. We plug them into a power source and allow them to recharge. But when it comes to our spiritual lives, we often do the opposite. We keep moving, producing,

We all love the saying, "love like Jesus". It's a phrase we paste on T-shirts, bracelets, worship lyrics, and instagram bios. It rolls of the tongues of Christians and is the life motto of many. But if we are all honest, there are times when our "love" is limited and conditional. There are moments when our empathy doesn't stretch beyond people who look like us, think like us, or believe the same things as us. It's a realization that leaves many uncomfortable, even angry. But

It all started in the garden. Adam and Eve had everything they could ever want—life, beauty, purpose, and the privilege of walking with God every day. But in a single moment, everything changed. The serpent whispered a dangerous idea: “You can be like God.” Instead of resting in the goodness and sovereignty of the Creator, they reached for more. That one choice fractured creation, and humanity has been wrestling with pride ever since. Centuries later, in another garden, Jesus

We all remember that sinking feeling as kids when our parents called us from downstairs. One minute, we were happily lost in our own little worlds—playing with toys, watching TV, or deep into a video game—and the next, we were being summoned to do chores. With a dramatic sigh and maybe a little eye roll, we’d dragged ourselves down the stairs. Sure, we obeyed, but inside, we were frustrated, irritated, and far from willing. That same attitude can quietly follow us into adulth

As many of you know, I am a worship leader. I’m on a stage almost every week, singing and helping lead a congregation in worship. But I'll be honest—as hard as I try to come before the Lord clean and lead from a place of purity, there have been weeks when I’ve stepped onto that platform with insecurity and shame in my heart. There have been weeks when I sang about God’s goodness but felt like a hypocrite. I constantly felt like I wasn’t measuring up. Yet the standards I wasn’

I can recall various times I've gone to the gym and decided to run for a bit on the treadmill. Everything usually starts off great until I glance to the side. Next to me, there always seems to be someone sprinting effortlessly, barely breaking a sweat while I struggle to even catch my breath. Without even realizing it, I start increasing my speed, trying to match their pace. My legs start to burn, my chest tightens, and eventually, I have to slow down, feeling defeated. The f

I have such a clear memory from middle school of those team-building exercises we had to do every semester. One, in particular, always made me nervous. We would pair up, and one person would wear a blindfold while the other guided them through the school using only verbal instructions. The exercise wasn’t just about listening. It was about knowing the voice of the person guiding you and truly trusting them. If you didn’t, well… you might end up face-first into a pole. Thinkin