FOR HE ALONE IS WORTHY

Empathy can be a gift— a holy echo of God’s heart placed within you. But like any gift, unguarded, it can become a gateway… A cracked...

Sometimes the weight comes crashing in. That familiar ache in my chest—the one I can’t name, only feel—settled in like an unwelcome...

I’ve heard it a thousand times— Be the hands and feet of Jesus. And I’ve nodded along, stirred by the idea of love in action, of...

If Jesus always agrees with you, if His words never wound your pride or confront your preferences, then He is not your Lord— He’s just...

I have decided to follow Jesus. No turning back. I used to sing those words loud and proud in Vacation Bible School, eyes shining, hands...

Mediocrity gathers in crowds. It feeds off sameness— off the dull hum of voices that echo only what’s comfortable, never what’s true....

They called You a carpenter, as if that title stripped You of majesty. As if hands that held hammers could not also hold galaxies. As if...

You’ve gotten good at looking strong. You wear perseverance like armor, and a quiet smile like a shield. You show up, hold it all...

Are you addicted to your feelings and emotions? Not just acquainted—addicted. Craving them like a drug. Letting them lead like they are...

Lord, If You are the only reason I feel this ache in my chest— this unbearable, soul-deep, breath-snatching sorrow—then so be it. Let my...

I heard every word you didn’t say. I felt every tear you didn’t have the strength to cry. I have sat in the silent spaces between your...

I want to hope again. But hope feels dangerous— like standing barefoot on the shards of the last dream I dared to believe in. I’m afraid...

One of the most powerful things Jesus ever said was not wrapped in thunder or veiled in mystery—it was wrapped in love. It was when He...

If I were the devil, I would not come with fire and fangs, But with feelings—soft, soothing, deceptive. I would not roar—I would whisper....

There’s some days the devil doesn’t lift a finger. No whisper in the night. No lurking in the shadows. He doesn’t even move. Because he...

Convictions will stay consistent—if they’re real. They do not wither beneath the sun, nor bend beneath the weight of wind. They are not...

“You are free now,” the whisper begins— “Free to follow your heart,” it purrs, “Free to write your own truth. Free to shed the weight of...