FOR HE ALONE IS WORTHY

Sometimes you find yourself face-down before the Lord, your tears soaking the ground, your voice raw from begging, your heart laid bare...

The way is narrow. So narrow that it presses against me like a threshing floor, sifting away what cannot pass through. To keep walking, I...

The headlines are heavy, and some days they seem to press the very breath out of me. Viral videos of tragedy stream past our screens, and...

I pray I live in such a way that when I take my last breath, even hell itself erupts in cheers—because they will know I am gone. Not...

Maybe I am not broken for feeling the weight of the world press so heavy against my chest. Maybe these tears are not weakness, but proof...

Empathy is not the fruit of the Spirit. Paul does not list it in Galatians 5. Instead, he speaks of love, joy, peace, longsuffering,...

Some days I feel like I’m standing in the middle of questions that have no end. Why this? Why now? Why me? Why them? My mind circles,...

Sometimes I feel the weight of it—the dull ache of a world where lukewarm has become the standard. Where compromise passes for wisdom,...

Why does “set apart” sometimes ache like “set aside”? Because the narrow road is lonely. Because holiness can feel like exile. Because...

Last night, I sat in the dark again. No noise. No answers. Just the steady ache of questions I dared not say aloud in the daylight. Who...

“Give us Barabbas.” Those words echo like thunder through time…haunting, hollow, and horrifying. Because it wasn’t just a crowd in...

You say you’ve “moved on.” You say it like a badge. Like survival stitched the seams back together and you no longer bleed when their...

I’ve watched the world clap for unity built on lies. I’ve watched truth become the villain while deception takes center stage, dressed in...

If God always bowed to my will… if He answered in the exact way I demanded, in the timing I insisted upon, according to the limited...

Jeremiah 29:13 “And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.” We say we want revival. But I’ve...

There is still so much for me to do. Sometimes I wonder, does any of it even matter? I am just one person. Not famous. Not impressive....

Some days, I catch myself wondering if my life, the hard one, the cracked, open one, has any less glory in it than someone else’s gentler...

He deceived them. Not the weak, not the weary, not the wondering. But angels. A third of heaven’s host. Beings who stood in the fullness...

It’s heavy. Not in the way a burden is heavy, but in the way silence is—when it echoes in the hollow places of your soul that once held...

There are days I replay the moments I said nothing. I stood in rooms thick with wrong, where lies paraded as light, and evil dressed...