I’ve spent seasons convincing myself I was waiting on God, when in reality I was avoiding the next step out of fear. Here’s what Scripture taught me about faith, courage, and the difference between trusting God and delaying obedience.
At 38 years old, one month married, I found out my LAD — the artery they call “the widow maker” — was 99% blocked. My doctor told me someone was watching over me. This is the story of the warning my father never got, and what I’ve done with it since.
Two months ago I quietly stopped watching the news. No politics, no outrage, no scrolling. Here’s why I walked away, what I learned about why the world is this loud, and what I filled the silence with instead.
I wear a Scripture bracelet every day, and I still struggle to read my Bible consistently. If that’s you too, here’s where I’d start — and why forgetting what you read doesn’t mean it didn’t work.
Today I’m going to walk into a room, out in the open, and worship God. Somewhere else in the world, that same act can get someone imprisoned, kidnapped, or killed. On America’s 250th, that’s worth sitting with before the fireworks start.
“Oh, he reads godly books now.” Said with just enough of a smirk that you’re not supposed to notice it landed. Living your faith out loud costs you something — sometimes people, sometimes comfort. Here’s what I’ve learned about staying Christlike through it.
You can know every verse, say all the right words, and show up every Sunday and still never answer the one question that actually matters. Have I truly surrendered to Jesus? This is not about fear and it is not about pointing fingers. I am asking myself first.
I can see something ugly brewing right now and everything in me wants to react. But before I do anything, I had to stop and ask one question most people never think to ask — who started this? Because whether it is God, Satan, or your own flesh behind what you are watching, the answer changes everything about what you are supposed to do next.
I was twelve years old the day I lost my father. I did not understand everything that happened, but I knew life had changed forever. This is the story of that day, the grief that followed, and the God I can now see was there even when I could not feel Him.
My father was my coach, my best friend, and my hero. I didn’t have him long enough, but what he planted in me never left.