Her Giant steps

  Cities are loud. They move fast, burn bright, and leave people dizzy, searching for something real to anchor them. In the noise of culture, comparison, and constant striving, we’ve forgotten something ancient, something essential…We’ve forgotten who we are. Not in the self-help kind of way, not the motivational, “look in the mirror and say you’re enough” kind of message, but in the Kingdom kind of way, the covenant kind of way. We live in cities filled with people performing for worth they already carry, striving for belonging they’ve already been offered, fighting for power they’ve been born into and that’s the tragedy, but also our opportunity. Because the moment identity is restored, so is power. Not power for control, ego, or domination but Kingdom power. The kind that breaks chains quietly, that heals without needing a spotlight, that speaks peace into rooms, families, nations. That brings order where there was chaos and meaning where there was noise. In  Rediscovering ...

  Me: God… I thought I had learned how to forgive. Really, I did. You taught me about mercy, about how none of us is better than the other. I’ve said the words, I’ve prayed the prayers, but my heart still feels bitter… and I don’t like what’s growing there. God: Because forgiveness isn’t a moment, it’s a posture. And sometimes your heart needs to relearn what your mouth already said. Me: I feel ashamed…like I failed a test I already passed. I’ve preached this to myself, I’ve told others too, but now I look at certain people, and all I feel is resistance, judgment… even disgust. God: You’re not failing, you’re just being refined again, deeper this time! You forgave in one season, but I’m teaching you how to forgive from another layer now. Me: Then help me, because I don’t know how to move past this bitterness. I want to forgive, but part of me still clings to the hurt. I keep replaying what they did. I don’t want to see them as enemies… but I don’t see anything good in them anymore....

  Me: God… why does this hurt? Why does it feel like everything is being stripped away? God: Because I’m making space. Me: Space for what? It just feels like loss…like I’m losing the things I thought you gave me. The things that made me feel… confident, secure, even proud. God: Exactly, You’re full! Full of those things and whatever you’re full of, there’s no room for Me. Me: But some of those things were good, weren’t they? Relationships, opportunities, dreams… God: Yes, Good, but not better than Me. Good, but competing with Me, and if they ever stood in the way of you depending on Me, knowing Me, trusting Me, then they had to be broken. Me: So this is what pruning feels like? God: Yes, It’s never comfortable, never neat. I’m not just cutting dead branches, I’m removing what might bloom without bearing fruit. Me: But couldn’t there be an easier way? Couldn’t you just teach me these things without the pain? God: How else would pride die unless what fuels it is removed? How else wou...