FOR HE ALONE IS WORTHY

We spend so much of our strength searching for the nearest exit—longing to flee the fire, to escape the storm, to be delivered from the...

Fingerprints. They swirl like whispered secrets. They rise in ridges, tiny mountains etched into flesh, They curve and twist, dancing in...

In God’s divine economy, nothing exists in isolation—every purpose is woven into a tapestry far greater than we can fathom. Your...

There are few wounds as deep as the ones inflicted by those who claim to know God. The betrayal of a friend is painful—but the betrayal...

Hebrews 6:10 “For God is not unrighteous to forget your work and labour of love, which ye have shewed toward his name, in that ye have...

You cannot cast out what you continue to cradle. You cannot silence the enemy whose voice you’ve grown accustomed to. How can you rebuke...

If I perish, I perish. If my feelings wither under the weight of obedience, let them wither. If my pride crumbles to dust in the presence...

They gathered among the ruins—dust on their faces, grief in their hearts, but purpose in their bones. The wall was broken. The gates were...

Don’t Let the World Around You Do Your Thinking for You The world is loud. It hammers its own truths like nails into the frame of your...

We wrestle not against flesh and blood— yet it feels that way, doesn’t it? When the tension rises, when the words cut deep, when the...

What if the weariness you carry isn’t from the weight of ministry, but from the quiet, festering ache of resentment— a slow burn ignited...

Philippians 1:6 “Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus...

Whoever is waiting on the other side of your obedience—you are loving them well, even now, unseen. You may not know their name. You may...

Hush, little baby, don’t lift your head, Lay down your sword, go back to bed. No need to war, no need to cry— The fight’s too loud, just...

In the shadow of a dungeon, John the Baptist sat—The wild man once wind-kissed in the desert, now locked in chains. He who had thundered...

If I were the devil, I would not come with pitchforks and howls, Nor haunt your nights with horror and flame. No — I’d come quiet....

If there had never been a grave, there would be no rolled-away stone, no breathless wonder at an empty tomb. No dawn soaked in glory, no...

He did— so now, forever, He can. He did work wonders that defied the laws of earth and time. He touched the blind and they saw. He spoke...