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Perspective Can Save You
Absolutely. Here’s a more personal, gritty version that sounds like it came straight from you:
Title: Perspective Will Save You
There’s a guy sitting in a Honda wishing he had a Ferrari. Right behind him, someone’s riding a bike wishing they had that Honda. At the corner, a man at the bus stop watches the cyclist and thinks, “Man… I wish I had a bike.”
Just down the road, a homeless man’s on a park bench, counting loose change, wishing he had bus fare. Meanwhile, in a hospital bed not far from any of them, someone paralyzed from the waist down is wishing they were homeless—just so they could walk.But zoom out even further…
There’s someone in hell right now… wishing they were that paralyzed man. Not to escape the pain, but to have one more chance to cry out to God. One more chance to repent.
One more breath to say, “Jesus, save me.”
But it’s too late. That window’s gone.See, we get so caught up chasing what’s next that we forget to be grateful for what is.
We get blinded by what we don’t have, and miss how blessed we really are. Comparison will steal your peace. Entitlement will lie to you.
But gratitude? Gratitude will keep your feet on solid ground.Don’t let desperation change your destination.
Don’t let what you want rob you of what God’s already given you. The enemy’s goal is to make you feel like you’re always behind, like you’re never enough, like you’ll never catch up.But the truth? If you’ve got breath in your lungs and a shot to seek God, you’re already rich Be thankful for the Honda. Be thankful for the bike.
Be thankful for the legs to walk. Be thankful for the chance to get it right today. Because somebody out there would give everything to be where you are right now.“In everything give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.” – 1 Thessalonians 5:18
Gratitude is the gate to peace. Don’t miss it chasing more.
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Prayer Changes Everything
Prayer changes everything. Not just the situation, but you. Not just the outcome, but your heart, your posture, your perspective.
I’ve learned that the most powerful prayer you can pray isn’t God fix this, It’s God, fix me. Not make a way, But have Your way.Because real prayer isn’t always pretty.
Sometimes it’s crying on the bathroom floor, saying, I don’t understand this, but I trust You anyway. Sometimes it’s silence, when words run out and all you’ve got left is your surrender. Sometimes it’s not begging for the storm to end, but asking God to teach you how to walk on water in the middle of it.For too long, I prayed with a grip. Tight fists.
Trying to control the outcome. Trying to talk God into my plan like He didn’t already see the full picture. But that kind of prayer wears you out. Because you’ll never find peace trying to be the author of a story you were never meant to write.Everything changed when I stopped treating prayer like a transaction and started treating it like trust. Not a list of demands, but a moment of realignment. Not a place to vent, but a place to surrender.
And let me tell you, When you get to that place where your will bows to His. Where your plans die so His can live. Where you stop praying for escape and start praying for endurance. That’s when prayer becomes powerful. That’s when you feel heaven break through the chaos. That’s when peace doesn’t depend on answers, it depends on presence.
Jesus didn’t beg for a detour around the cross. He asked if there was another way, sure. But then He said something that echoes through eternity:
“Not My will, but Yours be done.”That’s the kind of prayer that changes everything. Because it’s not rooted in fear, it’s rooted in faith. So I still pray. Every day.
But not just for comfort, for clarity. Not just for blessings, but for boldness. Not just for the outcome, but for obedience. Not just for protection, but for purpose.Because God’s not just trying to get me through something, He’s trying to make me into something. And maybe, just maybe the waiting, the breaking, the detours, they’re not the enemy. Maybe they’re the tools God’s using to bring me into alignment with Him.
So if you’re praying right now and it feels like nothing’s moving, Maybe something is, its just inside of you. Maybe He’s not fixing the storm yet, because He’s busy strengthening you.
And I promise, when you stop trying to change God’s mind and start asking Him to change your heart? That’s when it all starts to shift. Prayer doesn’t just change things. It changes you. And once you change, Everything else will too.
“Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.” ~Psalm 37:4
Because when you finally align with Him, His desires become yours. And that’s when you find peace you can’t explain. And a strength you didn’t know you had.
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For The Moms
Today isn’t just another holiday on the calendar. It’s not just about flowers, cards, or brunch. It’s Mother’s Day. And if you really stop and think about what that means… it’s almost too big for words.
Because when God created mothers, I believe He poured something sacred into them. He didn’t just make caregivers. He made warriors with tender hearts. He made the kind of strength that doesn’t need to be loud to shake heaven. He made women who would walk through fire for their children without ever asking for applause.
A mother, in the first place, is the reason most of us ever knew love. Before we knew how to talk, how to pray, how to walk, She was there. Wiping tears. Losing sleep. Holding us close while life tried to pull her in a hundred other directions. And somehow, somehow, she still made us feel like we were her whole world.
You want to talk about sacrifice? Let’s talk about the woman who gave up her dreams so you could chase yours. Let’s talk about the nights she cried behind closed doors but smiled in front of you so you wouldn’t worry.
Let’s talk about the times she went without so you didn’t have to. That’s not just love, that’s Christ-like love. That’s laying down your life daily for someone else.And not every mother is the same. Some mothers gave birth. Some mothers chose their children. Some never had children of their own but mothered everyone around them with the same fierce, unconditional love. And to me, they all carry the heart of God in a way this world desperately needs.
Mothers are the prayer warriors. The faith-holders when the rest of the house is falling apart. The ones who can call down heaven with a whisper and rebuke hell with a tear-streaked face. They remember what we forget. They believe when we don’t. And somehow, even when we push them away, they stay right there, steady, patient, present.
I’ve seen moms hold families together with nothing but grit and grace. I’ve watched mothers bury children and still keep praising.
I’ve watched them raise the next generation without help, without rest, without recognition.So if today is hard for you, If you’ve lost your mother… If you never had the kind you needed… If you’re grieving a child or praying for one… If you’re worn out from doing it all alone… Please know this:
God sees you. Your pain is not overlooked. Your love is not wasted. Your tears have not gone unnoticed. You are not alone.
To every mother reading this, or being thought of, or watching over us from heaven:
Thank you. For every sleepless night.
Every whispered prayer. Every “I love you” you gave even when it wasn’t returned.We don’t say it enough. We don’t honor you enough. But today, we stop, we remember, we celebrate you.
You are the hands that rock the cradle, but also the hands that shape nations. You are the heart of the home, but also the backbone of a generation. You are proof that love can carry the weight of the world and still keep going.
Happy Mother’s Day. We love you deeper than words can say.
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I’m Sorry If They Told You
I’m sorry if anyone ever told you that following God would be easy. That once you gave your life to Jesus, the storms would stop. That pain would pass quickly. That people would applaud your walk instead of questioning it. That you’d never feel lost again. That every day would feel like revival. That sometimes it wouldn’t feel lonely.
Because the truth is this road is narrow for a reason. Following God doesn’t exempt you from the fight. It just means you finally know who you’re fighting for. It doesn’t mean you won’t wrestle with doubt, or feel the sting of betrayal, or wake up wondering if you’ve got the strength to keep going. It just means you no longer wrestle alone.
They don’t always tell you about the cost.
About how obedience might isolate you.
About how conviction might ruin your comfort. About how walking in truth might make you the target of every lie.They don’t tell you that sometimes your yes to God will look like a no to everything and everyone else. That it’ll cost you friends, habits, platforms, opinions, and pride.
That it’ll stretch your faith until it snaps everything fake inside you.They don’t tell you about the silence between the prayers and the answers. The tears you’ll cry when no one’s watching. The moments you’ll question if you’re even called at all.
But let me tell you this: God never promised easy. He promised it would be worth it.
He promised His presence in the fire. He promised a peace that passes understanding. He promised joy that doesn’t depend on the circumstances. He promised you grace for every stumble, and the strength for every valley.
If you’ve ever been told that following Jesus is just sunshine and blessings, I’m sorry. But if you’ve ever been broken and He still carried you. If you’ve ever fallen and He still called you. If you’ve ever felt unworthy and He still chose you. Then you know the truth:
It isn’t always going to be easy, but it’s everything.He never asked you to be perfect. He only asks you to be faithful. And He promised that even when you feel weak, He’ll be the strength for the both of you.
What I’m trying to say is if you’re struggling, just keep going. If you’re tired, then rest in Him. If you’re doubting, talk to Him, not religion or people, but Him. Because this walk may be hard. But Jesus is worth every step.
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Misconception Sending People To Hell
There’s a lie that’s dressed itself up in Sunday clothes, walks into church every week, reads the Bible, smiles politely, and quietly leads people straight to hell.
It’s the belief that being a “good person” is enough.
That if you don’t lust, don’t hate, don’t lie, don’t cheat, If you help people, give to the poor, love your family, show up at church, and post a few scriptures now and then. That somehow, you’ve earned a spot in heaven.
But let me say it plain: your good works aren’t getting you in. You are not saved because you’re “better than most.” You are not saved because you read your Bible or avoided “big sins.” You are saved by grace alone, through faith in Jesus alone.
The truth is hard: you are dead in your transgressions. That means spiritually lifeless. Morally bankrupt. Cut off from God no matter how many good deeds you stack on your resume.
It doesn’t matter how many wrongs you avoided if your heart has never been truly surrendered to the Savior. If you haven’t come face to face with your sin and fallen at the foot of the cross, you’re not covered, you’re deceived.
But hear this too, because grace isn’t quiet, and mercy doesn’t whisper: You can struggle and still be saved.
You can fall and still be forgiven.
You can wrestle with temptation, fight off sin, and feel weak, and still be a child of God.
Because God never asked for perfection. He asked for surrender. He knows we will stumble. He knows we’ll fall. But it’s what you do after the stumble that reveals who your heart belongs to.Do you run back to Him? Do you repent? Do you cling to grace and keep walking? That’s what He’s looking for. Progress, not perfection.
Here’s the raw truth:
You can give to the poor and still miss heaven.
You can avoid porn and still miss heaven.
You can never touch alcohol and still miss heaven.
You can serve at church every weekend and still miss heaven.
You can know every Bible verse and still miss heaven.
You can do good, and still be spiritually dead.
You don’t need behavior modification. You need resurrection. There’s only One who can do that, and it’s Jesus. Fall on Him. Trust in Him. Be born again.
And if you already have, but you’re struggling, don’t let shame win. He didn’t die for the perfect. He died for the broken. So get back up. Keep walking. Keep pressing. Grace is still enough.
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith, and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God, not by works, so that no one can boast.” Ephesians 2:8-9
Conviction isn’t hate, it’s love. I’d rather hurt your feelings than see you lose your soul.
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Looks Like Faith, Smells Like Pride
You’ve got a problem when you swear you don’t have a religious spirit, but everyone around you can see it clear as day..
You think you’re walking in truth, but your heart’s been hardened by pride. You think you’re standing on holiness, but your mouth drips with judgment. You quote Scripture like a sword, but you forgot that love was supposed to be the point of it all.
The scariest part is that you don’t even see it. That’s the thing about deception, it’s convincing. It’ll have you shouting “amen” while your spirit is rotting inside. It’ll have you throwing stones in the name of righteousness when Jesus already told you to drop them. It’ll make you feel good about yourself because you’re not “like them.” But you’re exactly the kind He called out.
Let me say this real plain: If your version of faith has made you arrogant instead of broken, you need to repent.
If your “discernment” has turned into gossip, if your “holiness” has made you hateful, if you can list the sins of others faster than you can remember the ones God delivered you from, you might not be as close to Him as you think.
And if you feel secure in your salvation to the point where you stop examining your heart, stop humbling yourself, stop repenting; friend, you’re in dangerous territory.
Paul said to work out your salvation with fear and trembling. Not confidence and arrogance.
Jesus didn’t die so you could build a pedestal for yourself and throw rocks from it. He died so you could be wrecked by His grace, humbled by His love, and walk with others in mercy and truth, not religion and rules.
Stop measuring your faith by how much Scripture you post or how loud you worship. Start checking how you treat people. How you respond to correction. How much you really look like Jesus when nobody’s watching.
Because the religious spirit knows how to put on a show. It knows how to hide behind a verse. It knows how to disguise bitterness as “righteous anger.” But God sees straight through all of it.
And if you’re reading this and it stings a little, good. Maybe that sting is the start of something real. Conviction isn’t hate, it’s love in its rawest form. I say it because I care enough not to stay silent.
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