I have never been especially gifted at waiting. I wish I could tell you that I am one of those people who receives a setback, takes a deep breath, folds her hands, and calmly says, “Well, I trust God’s timing.” There are certainly days I aspire to be that woman. But more often, I am the woman asking God whether He has checked the calendar lately, because I have a few things I would like resolved immediately. I do not enjoy unanswered questions. I do not enjoy delays. I do not

Judith Hampton shares a humorous and honest reflection on courtroom moments, emotional control, professionalism, and the very human challenge of keeping a straight face when real life does not follow the script.

There are seasons in life when the hardest truth is not that you do not know what to do. Sometimes the hardest truth is that you do know. You know the answer. You know the direction. You know the place you are standing in can no longer hold the life you are supposed to build. What makes it painful is not confusion. It is acceptance. It is the grief of realizing that the next right step may be the very step you never wanted to take, because knowing you have to leave does not m

Faith does not have to sound perfect to still be real. There are seasons when faith feels easy. Prayer comes naturally. Gratitude is close. Hope feels reachable. You can look around and see little reminders that God is near. You can feel steady in your spirit, clear in your mind, and confident that even if life is not perfect, God is still working. Then there are seasons when faith feels quieter. Not gone. Not abandoned. Not lost forever. Just quieter. Faith doe

Yesterday was supposed to feel like a win. And in many ways, it was. The battle of the day was won. The thing I had prayed for, hoped for, held my breath for, happened. My three kids came home. My two girls and my little boy were back where they belong. Their feet were back in the rooms where they belong. Their voices were back in the air. Their blankets, their laughter, their little bodies curled up beside me again. After everything that has happened, after the way our world

This is something I’ve truly never realized or admitted, even to myself. However, lots of faith based self reflection led me to discover a deeper part of my truth. Sometimes the hardest prayer is not asking God for what you want, but trusting Him when the calling you wanted most is not the season He allowed. I believed wifehood was part of who I was called to be — not because I was weak, not because I needed saving, but because I believed in covenant, family, faithfulness, an

This series is not meant to be a neatly packaged testimony with a perfect beginning, middle, and ending. It is an honest reflection on adult faith: the kind that still believes, still aches, still remembers, but sometimes forgets how to speak. It is about the distance that can grow between a person and Jesus, not because love disappeared, but because life became heavy, complicated, disappointing, and loud. If you haven't heard the song, I encourage you to listen to it. Some o

This series is not meant to be a neatly packaged testimony with a perfect beginning, middle, and ending. It is an honest reflection on adult faith: the kind that still believes, still aches, still remembers, but sometimes forgets how to speak. It is about the distance that can grow between a person and Jesus, not because love disappeared, but because life became heavy, complicated, disappointing, and loud. If you haven't heard the song, I encourage you to listen to it. Some

This series is not meant to be a neatly packaged testimony with a perfect beginning, middle, and ending. It is an honest reflection on adult faith: the kind that still believes, still aches, still remembers, but sometimes forgets how to speak. It is about the distance that can grow between a person and Jesus, not because love disappeared, but because life became heavy, complicated, disappointing, and loud. If you haven't heard the song, I encourage you to listen to it. Some o