Stop exhausting yourself

You’re exhausting yourself, trying to have enough faith, as if faith were a feeling you could stir up with enough tears, as if it lived in your throat and not in your feet.

You stand in the middle of a storm,

arms raised, heart trembling,

begging the heavens for more—

more belief, more clarity, more strength to simply believe— but faith was never meant to be your fuel.

Obedience was.

Because faith, true faith,

is not a crescendo of emotion or a blinding light that knocks you off your feet.

It’s the quiet “yes” at 6am when the bed is warm but the Word is calling.

It’s the opened hand when you want to clench your fist. It’s the silent prayer when you feel nothing but silence in return.

You keep waiting to feel God

before you follow Him.

But maybe that’s the trap—

maybe you’ve made faith your idol,

chasing the feeling of trust

instead of walking in the truth of it.

What if you stopped waiting to feel enough,

and started moving as if He is enough?

What if discipline—that gritty, unglamorous, get-up-again, do-the-thing discipline—

isn’t the enemy of faith, but the place where faith grows up?

Because maybe God isn’t asking for your emotional highs, but your holy habits.

Maybe the true test of trust

isn’t in how loud you can sing in worship,

but how quietly you can keep walking when He says nothing at all.

He never said, “Feel Me, and follow.”

He said, Follow Me.

Even when it’s dry.

Even when it’s dark.

Even when you’re crawling.

So stop exhausting yourself trying to feel full of faith. Start training yourself to be faithful.

Let the tears fall if they must,

but let your feet move.

Let your hands build.

Let your heart obey.

That is how saints are made.

That is how mountains move.

Not by wishing harder—

but by walking further,

step by trembling step.

Because discipline isn’t the absence of faith.

It is the evidence of it.