WALKING IN FAITH EVERYDAY

  I Seek an Answer.. . I seek an answer. Not the kind that appears instantly when you type your question into a search bar, but the quiet one that comes when everything else goes silent , when the heart stops shouting and the soul finally speaks. How many times have I tried to find answers in people? In their words, their approval, their fleeting embraces. But the more I search outside myself, the more I realize that the real answer is within , in that sacred space between breath and silence, between pain and peace. Sometimes, God is silent. And that silence can be the loudest answer of all. Because not every silence is emptiness , some silences are holy. “Be still, and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10) How many times did I have to stop and be still before I could finally hear His whisper? God doesn’t always speak in words. Sometimes He speaks through events, people, losses, waiting , through what I don’t understand, but what ultimately shapes me. I remember the moment when everyt...

 Wall or Bridge How many times in life do we reach that crossroads  where we must decide: will I build a wall, or a bridge? Walls are easier. They rise quickly ,built from fear, pain, pride. They don’t require courage, only stubbornness. A wall protects, yes , but it also imprisons. Once you build it high enough, you can no longer see the other side. And with time, you forget that anyone is even there. A bridge, on the other hand, takes effort. It takes time, trust, and the willingness to reach out. A bridge isn’t built from strength, but from vulnerability. And that’s why bridges are rare , but always worth more than walls. We all carry both inside us , the walls we’ve built to survive, and the bridges our hearts long to rebuild. In every wound, every conflict, every silence between two souls, there is that choice: wall or bridge?  The Walls We Build We build them when we’re afraid to be hurt again. We build them when silence feels safer than forgiveness. And often, we b...

 Are You Born Again? – The Path to True Life with God There is a question that sounds simple but carries the weight of eternity: Are you born again? It’s not a question about religion, about whether you go to church, pray sometimes, or believe that God exists. It’s a question about life about what happens in a person’s heart when God touches it and changes it from within. Jesus placed this question at the very center of the Gospel when He spoke with Nicodemus, a teacher of the Law who knew much about religion but had never experienced the power of God’s Spirit. In John 3:3, Jesus said:  “Truly, truly I tell you, unless one is born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God. ” That means without new birth, a person can know about God but never truly know Him. You can attend church but not live with God. You can talk about faith yet never experience the life of faith. What Does It Mean to Be Born Again? Being born again doesn’t mean fixing the old; it means receiving something new....

 Finding God in the Middle of Anxiety Sometimes faith doesn’t look like peace, it looks like trembling hands holding on to hope. We live in a world that moves too fast, that measures worth by how busy we are, and that teaches us to hide the quiet ache in our chest with filters, plans, and endless scrolling. But what if, in the middle of all that noise, God is still whispering  not from the mountaintop, but from the middle of our anxiety? 🌸 When Peace Feels Out of Reach Anxiety tells us that we are not enough, that tomorrow is something to fear, and that maybe God has forgotten. But God never forgets. He doesn’t measure us by how calm we seem, but by how much we keep showing up - even in the storm. Faith isn’t the absence of fear. Faith is the moment you whisper: “Lord, I trust You — even here.”   God Doesn’t Wait for You to Be Okay Maybe you’ve prayed for peace and felt nothing. Maybe you’ve read verses that didn’t change the ache. Maybe you’ve whispered, “God, where are...

 💧     A Letter from God to the One Who Cries My belov ed child, I see you. I know you’re tired. I know you don’t even know anymore whether you’re sad -or just exhausted. I know you’ve smiled so many times so no one would notice the quiet ache inside you. I see every tear  and not one has fallen in vain. Each one has landed on My hands. I keep them. I know you thought you had to be strong. That everything had to stay together. But no, My child ,strength isn’t never breaking. It’s coming back to Me every time you do. I didn’t create you to be perfect. I created you to be real. To love, to fall, to rise again. Because every time you return to Me, it’s a holy miracle. --- When you cry, I don’t look away. I don’t wait for you to “get better.” I sit beside you in the chaos, and I don’t speak  because sometimes words are too small for the pain you carry. My silence isn’t emptiness. It’s an embrace that doesn’t need sound. I am here breath by breath, heartbeat by hea...

  God Is Asking You, Human God: Man, woman… Stop for a moment. When was the last time you breathed slowly? When was the last time you looked at the sky without rushing, or felt the scent of the earth and whispered, “Thank You”? Why do you keep running, as if you’ll find somewhere else what your heart already knows  that I am here, closer than your own breath? God asks: Why are you afraid of silence? Do you think I’ll abandon you there? Silence is where you hear Me the clearest. It is not emptiness  it is the space where your heart meets Mine. God: Human, when you pray, are you honest - or afraid that your truth might disappoint Me? Do you think I don’t know your thoughts before you speak them? I don’t want perfect words , I want your honest breath, I want you to let Me in, right where it hurts. God asks you, woman: Why do you think you God  must do everything alone? Who told you your worth depends on perfection? I created you to love, not to burn in exhaustion. ...