Articles

My Gethsemane Year

  If I could name this year, I would call it my Gethsemane year. At the beginning of this year, I thought I was losing my mind. Truly, There were days I would wake up and feel like I was walking through fog, surrounded by people, conversations, routines, and yet, completely detached from it all. I could laugh, I could talk, I could show up, but inside I felt empty. And that emptiness terrified me. It wasn’t a loud pain, It was quiet, the kind that sits deep in your chest and refuses to leave. There were nights when I would lie awake, unable to find words for what I was feeling. I just knew that something in me was collapsing, the certainty, the strength, the “I’m okay” mask I had worn for so long. It’s strange how loneliness can exist even when you are surrounded by love. I wasn’t alone in the physical sense, I had people, I had moments, I had noise around me but none of it reached me. I felt like I was watching life through glass: close enough to see it, too far to touch it. And t...
4 commentaires
Lire la suite

To the Ends of the Earth

  I’ve always thought “to the ends of the earth” sounded like something for missionaries — people who sell everything, move across oceans, and preach in places no one has ever heard the name of Jesus. But lately, God has been showing me that  “the ends of the earth”  isn’t just a destination — it’s a heart posture. Sometimes,  the ends of the earth  is not a faraway land. It’s the uncomfortable yes. It’s the person who hurt you that God asks you to forgive. It’s the small conversation you didn’t plan to have but that turns into someone meeting hope again. This year at Fearless has stretched me in ways I didn’t expect. Each topic, each assignment felt like another corner of my heart being reached by God’s truth. I realized that going to the ends of the earth begins by letting Him reach  the ends of me  — the places I keep hidden, the fears I disguise as busyness, the doubts I baptize with nice words. It’s easy to say, “Lord, send me anywhere,” until He ...
Enregistrer un commentaire
Lire la suite

You Don’t Need a Fixed Moment to Be Seen

  A line from a song sat with me this week: “You don’t have to fix the moment to be worthy in my pain.”It made me pause and reflect, gently uncovering truths I hadn’t noticed before. All my life I thought faith needed a certain kind of proof. Growing up sickly, I expected one spectacular sign: the illness gone, the miracle obvious. When that didn’t happen, I felt cheated and small, like God’s attention was measured by how loudly He intervened. I kept waiting for the scene to be “fixed” so I could finally feel known. This year I’ve been writing my first book, and the process forced me to meet those old expectations again. Putting pieces of my life on the page revealed a pattern: I had been looking for large, tidy moments that would prove God’s nearness, instead of learning to recognize the quieter ways He shows up. Writing changed how I remember. It didn’t manufacture miracles — but it shifted what I count as one. Here’s what I learned along the way: Being seen is not the same as be...
Enregistrer un commentaire
Lire la suite

Called to Be Sent

  There’s a subtle lie that’s crept its way into the heart of many believers. It doesn’t shout; it whispers, It’s comfortable and It sounds like peace, like safety, like maturity. It says, “You’re saved now. Just stay; stay clean, stay nice, stay quiet and wait until heaven.” But this isn’t the gospel. The moment we believed, something eternal was lit within us. A fire. A voice. A mission. But too often, the flame is hidden under the polished routines of Christian life—Sunday attendance, small groups, familiar verses—until it flickers, barely alive. We forget that salvation was never the destination. It was the door. You were never just called to  come . You were called to  go . This is the trap: if the enemy can’t keep you from Jesus, he’ll work to keep Jesus from moving through you. He’ll convince you that you’ve made it by simply believing, that your holiness is proven in how well you separate from the world, that light is best preserved when it’s protected, hidden and...
Enregistrer un commentaire
Lire la suite

The Forgotten Power That Rebuilds Cities

  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 ...
Enregistrer un commentaire
Lire la suite

Look for Me in Them – A Hard Conversation on Forgiveness

  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....
Enregistrer un commentaire
Lire la suite