After losing nearly everything, I found myself returning to a simple wooden cross hidden in the woods. What began as a place of desperation became a place of surrender, worship, and hope. There I discovered a timeless truth: no matter who we are or what we’ve done, the ground is level at the foot of the cross.
I used to think answered prayer would announce itself — clear, unmistakable, dramatic. Looking back, I nearly missed the biggest answer of my life because it never came as a bolt of lightning. It came as a chain — one quiet answer setting off ten more.
After one of the hardest years of my life, God used 1 Peter 4 to remind me that suffering isn’t wasted. Sometimes the greatest work God does isn’t around us, it’s within us.
Jonah rejoiced when God showed him mercy, but became angry when God showed mercy to Nineveh. Could the same thing happen in our hearts? Part two explores God’s grace, self-righteousness, and the uncomfortable truth that God often transforms us before He changes our circumstances.
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.
There are days when faith feels strong, and there are days when getting out of bed feels difficult. When my marriage felt impossible and giving up seemed easier, God reminded me that obedience is not about controlling the outcome, it is about trusting Him one more day.
Sometimes the slowdown is not the setback we think it is. Maybe God is not holding us back. Maybe He is holding us together.
Sometimes the struggle does not disappear as quickly as we prayed it would. But that does not mean God is absent. He may be working in the middle of it.
I never imagined I would find myself at rock bottom—a lowly, contrite, broken man with seemingly nothing left to lose. Well… almost nothing. I still have my health, and my old CR-V is somehow still hanging on. Lately, I’ve found myself praying often for both, asking God to protect me and keep that old Honda running a little longer…