Life, lately. 🌊 🛟

I’ve had SO much fun creating these pins for a Pinterest campaign spotlighting #theworthycommentary.

If all of this screams your name, comment “worthy” and I’ll send you the link for more info. Want a test drive? You can download the first few passages for free to see just what makes Worthy different from every other Bible study you’ve ever done before. 🔥

What if your Bible study didn’t just give you all the answers? What if it taught you how to find them? What if that changed everything for you?

Comment “worthy” and take the first step to changing the way you Bible study (or visit digmywell.com/worthy). There, you can download the first few passages of #theworthycommentary and see what I mean, experience the difference for yourself. It just might change everything for you.

Less diminishing. More believing that God will work with us, through us, and work all of our segmented parts and pieces for good. 🤎

It’s been a week since we celebrated the release of #theworthycommentary and the hard launch of the Dig Your Well® brand and the one moment that will sit with me forever? It’s when I glanced over from my makeshift stage and caught sight of my 9-year-old. His hands were in his pockets, his eyes were lit up, and he was locked in.

I told my husband later that it was as if I was watching the lightbulb of comprehension flick on for him - all those early mornings that he came downstairs to find me at the kitchen table with my Bible and laptop open, all those afternoon quiet times that he came to ask a question and found me at my desk. He put it all together in that moment and realized that it was building something.

I am viscerally aware that my kids’ childhood stories are a parallel ride to the birth of all of this and I have long prayed that they see the deep heart-work that God is carving out in me - that I’m not just their Mom who teaches women about Jesus. I pray that I’m their Mom who teaches them to hear God’s voice and love His Word just as much as I do.

When I was done speaking, my crew of people surrounded my family and prayed over me, my calling, this ministry. And, after that? Jordan wandered over to the shelf, picked up a copy of Worthy, and began to read.

A short while later, Rinnah slipped a book in front of me. Josh told her to ask me with sign it with a twinkle in his eye. “Rinnah-Roo,” I wrote on the dedication page, “this is your legacy.”

Two nights later, at bedtime, I went to do tuck-ins and both boys were already tucked up in their beds reading their own copies of Mercy Like Morning that they also picked up at the party, reading for themselves the story of my agonizing, decade-long wait to finally get to be their mom.

I didn’t expect to see it so soon, but I see it already - the fruit of all of this, the living out of this intentionally and prayerfully assigned ministry tagline that explains the why of it all. And I will keep digging my well until the day that I die. For me. For them. And for anyone who comes across these squares, these books, this space, feeling a little thirsty, and stops for a drink.

All this? It’s just the beginning.