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Author: Philip

  • Faith Like a Dam

    A beaver doesn’t build a dam overnight. It doesn’t haul in a forest with its teeth in one day. It starts with one stick. Just one.
    One piece of wood that is carefully placed. One small movement in the right direction.
    And then another. And another. Until eventually that tiny, unseen effort becomes a force that is strong enough to stop the flow of entire rivers.

    What if I told you that your faith works the same way? We get so caught up thinking that small wins aren’t enough. That starting out by praying for five minutes doesn’t matter. That reading one chapter a day won’t change us.
    That forgiving someone one more time won’t shift anything. That resisting sin just this time is too little. You need to understand something, Kingdoms aren’t built overnight. They’re built brick by brick. Stick by stick.

    Zechariah 4:10, Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.

    Jesus isn’t looking for your perfection. He’s looking for your persistence. He just wants progress. He’s not expecting you to build a dam that stops the flood in one move.
    He’s asking if you’re willing to keep stacking the sticks of obedience, discipline, trust, and of truth. Over and over until what once overwhelmed you can’t even flow through anymore.

    Every time you choose prayer over panic, that’s a stick. Every time you speak life when you want to curse, that’s a stick. Every time you repent and choose to try again, that’s a stick. Every time you get back up, even when your legs shake, that’s a stick. Every one of those sticks pile up. They create something strong. Something unshakeable. Something that tells the enemy, You can’t flood me anymore.

    So if you’re tired, if it feels like what you’re doing isn’t making a difference, Remember the beaver. Remember the dam. And remember Jesus. He didn’t ask you to finish in a day. He wants you to carry your cross daily, and trust Him to multiply the weight of your sticks into a dam that holds back hell itself.

    Keep building stick by stick, grace by grace, win by win. Because what looks small now, might just stop the flood tomorrow.

  • Christian To Disciple

    The beautiful thing is as you continue to grow closer to God. As you become a true disciple of Christ, something big begins to happen within you. And it’s not just about an outward behavior, but it’s an inward transformation that changes your heart, mind, and your spirit.

    You stop feeling the need to respond to every small thing just to be heard. Silence becomes strength, not weakness. You realize that being understood by people isn’t as important as being obedient to God. You no longer feel the urge to prove your point, because your identity is no longer rooted in being right, but in being righteous through Christ.

    You begin to feel peace in situations that used to shake you on any level. What once would have triggered anger, anxiety, or offense now gets filtered through the Spirit. That’s not because you’ve grown numb, but it’s because you’ve grown mature. You understand that not everything needs a reaction. Some things need prayer. Some things need grace.

    You can’t hold onto hate, even when someone betrays you. Forgiveness doesn’t mean that you forget what happened to you, it just means you remember who you serve. That when you look at Jesus, you see how He forgave the ones who nailed Him to the cross. And that becomes your standard. You begin to pray for the people who hurt you, because you know they need healing just as much as you do.

    You love people you’ve never even met. You start to see others not as strangers or enemies, but as souls created by the same God who created you. Your heart breaks for what breaks His. You find yourself caring deeply about things that once seemed distant, thing like justice, mercy, and compassion. You give without expecting. You serve without needing applause.

    You find joy in Scripture, and not out of duty, but out of hunger. You open your Bible not just to learn, but to encounter Jesus. Every page becomes personal. You’re reading for transformation. You desire to know His voice, His heart, and His will.

    You develop a desire to be holy. This is not out of fear, but it’s out of love for the one who loves you. You don’t chase perfection because you know it’s unattainable. You pursue progress and purity because you’ve tasted the goodness of God. You want to be a vessel that He can use as a light in the darkness. You want to be a disciple who reflects His glory and not just someone who uses him as a name drop.

    You lose interest in shallow things. The gossip, the competition, the validation from others, eventually, it all fades. You’re no longer chasing worldly crowns, because your eyes are fixed on a heavenly one. You stop comparing your journey to others, because you trust the One who’s writing your story.

    You begin to live with purpose. Every day becomes an opportunity to grow in faith, to show grace, to extend love, and to point people to Jesus. And while the world may not always understand this change in you, you’re not living for the world’s approval. You’re living for the glory of God.

    This is what happens when you walk with Jesus, and not just believe in Him, but follow Him. He doesn’t just change what you do, he helps changes who you are.

    Because becoming a disciple is deeper than just calling yourself a Christian. It’s not a title you wear. It becomes a life you live. It’s not about association, it’s about transformation. Discipleship costs something. It requires surrender, obedience, and a heart that longs to reflect the One you follow.

  • The Past Doesn’t Define You

    I don’t even know how to explain all that I’ve been through. I’ve walked through fire that left me scarred in ways that no one could ever see. I’ve smiled through pain just to survive the day. I’ve been in rooms full of people and felt completely alone. I’ve lied and said I’m okay more than I’d care to admit. Behind closed doors, I’ve cried out to God with nothing but brokenness in my hands. I was left wondering if He was even still listening.

    I’ve done things I wish I could undo. Seen things I wish I could unsee. Said things in anger, in pain, out of fear. Many things that still echo in my mind, reminding me of who I was when I was just trying to hold myself together.

    I’ve been brought to my knees more than once. And not in worship, but in utter defeat. With absolute regret. Also with complete exhaustion. I’ve looked in the mirror and barely recognized the person staring back. I’ve asked God to just let it end. Just let the pain stop. But he had different plans, because I’m still here. And that’s not just a sentence, it’s a miracle.

    The devil came for me hard. First, he tried to destroy my mind when he came at me and caused me anxiety, and the shame. Most of all, the constant voices telling me I wasn’t enough. Then he came for my body, with sickness, fatigue, and chronic pain that doesn’t stop. When that wasn’t enough, he came for both, hoping I’d finally break.

    What the enemy didn’t know is that God had already put something in me that couldn’t be killed. He put a purpose. He gave me a calling. He gave me a reason to rise again. Even when I had no strength of my own. I’m here for such a time as this.

    I’m not who I used to be. I’m also not who I’m going to be. But I am here, wiser, stronger, and more aware of the fight I’m in. I’m also more confident in the God who’s kept me through it all. I’m not done. I’m not out. I refuse to let the darkness that tried to take me out win.

    You can’t kill what God planted. You can’t silence what He raised up for this generation. I may be bruised, but I am not broken. I may carry around scars physically and emotionally, but they are the proof that I survived. That I overcame because the grace of God.

    For anyone that is reading this who’s barely holding on, hear me when I say this, You are not alone, And this isn’t the end. God’s not done with you either. This is just the beginning.

  • Flavor Of The Month

    could never be the flavor of the month, per se. I don’t bend to trends or follow the fray.
    I don’t play nice in pre approved boxes,
    don’t march in line or mirror your optics.

    I don’t match the beat of the world’s drum. I got my own rhythm, my own hum. It ain’t always smooth, but it’s real. It’s mine. And that alone makes it a threat in your design.

    See, I can be controversial, not because I scream. But because I sit silent, and still don’t agree. Because I smile in storms and walk through fires. With unbothered steps and unshaken desires.

    You call my peace a violent opposition. Because I won’t play the role you wrote in your vision. You want a reaction, a spark,
    a show, but I give you calm, and you don’t know where to go.

    You see, your system’s built on control,
    on scripts, on fear. But I tore out the page
    and made it clear. I don’t fit in your frame,
    I’m the break in your mold. The glitch in your matrix, the truth you were told to ignore,
    to shame, to silence with style. But I speak with my presence and I walk every mile.

    So no, I could never be your flavor of the month. I’m not sweet enough to swallow,
    not safe enough to stunt. I’m bitter truth,
    and holy rage. I’m freedom unfiltered, off the stage.

  • Your Calling

    Sometimes we think the gifts God gave us are for us. We feel like our calling should lift us up. That our talent should carry us. That it is for our benefit. That even our light should make us feel better. It should lift us up, bring us joy, open doors for us. But here’s the hard truth that nobody wants to accept; your gift wasn’t just given to bless you. It was given to bless others.

    That’s why you can be sitting in the middle of your own storm. You can be full of anxiety, live with chronic pain, have all kinds of confusion, and still pour encouragement into someone else. That’s why you can be battling depression, but speak life into someone that is about to give up. That’s why you can feel completely overlooked, and still show up and support someone else’s success like it was yours.

    You might feel empty, but your gift still flows.
    You might feel broken, but your purpose still speaks out. You might feel like you’re the one who needs healing, but your words help heal others. That’s not by coincidence. That’s by purpose.

    You may wonder Why would God let me feel like this if I’m supposed to help others? And the answer is simple. It is because He can still use you, even in the midst of your struggle. Especially when you are in the midst of your struggle. That’s how powerful His gift for you is. It’s not tied to your emotions. It’s tied to His calling.

    You can be tired, and still speak energy into someone else. You can be unsure of your own future, and still help someone find direction. You can be fighting silent battles, and still be the loudest cheerleader in someone’s life. It’s humbling. But it’s also holy.

    Don’t mistake your pain as a sign that you’re not being used. Sometimes it’s the opposite. Sometimes God shines through the cracks in our lives because that’s when we can be most effective when we aren’t fighting back against him.

    If you feel like your gift isn’t helping you right now, just keep going. It’s working through you to reach the people who need it. That’s how you know it’s from God. Because even when you’re down, it still lifts others. Stay faithful. Keep giving. You’re being used in ways you can’t even see yet.

  • Hoarding Grace

    If God’s grace is freely given, then why do we act like we have the authority to limit what we offer to others? Why do we hold back grace from people just because they don’t meet our unspoken standards? Why do we feel justified in hoarding something that we didn’t even earn or meant to keep to ourselves in the first place?

    Grace found us when we were at our lowest, not when we figured everything out. It met us in secret sin, in silent struggles, in shame we carried quietly and privately. God didn’t wait until we healed or fixed ourselves to pour it out. He didn’t say, I’ll love you after you get it together. He loved us while we were still a broken mess.

    Why are we so quickly to forget that when it’s our turn to give it? Honestly, we like the feeling of having the upper hand. It feels powerful to say that you hurt me, and now you have to earn my forgiveness. It feels safe to withhold grace, to guard ourselves, to protect our pride, to keep record. We dress it up as boundaries or discernment, but sometimes it’s just bitterness. Sometimes it’s control.
    Sometimes it’s a wound we’ve nurtured so long, that we forgot what freedom really feels like.

    But Jesus didn’t hoard grace, even when He had every right to. He didn’t hoard it from the ones who betrayed Him, denied Him, abandoned Him. He didn’t withhold it from the people who mocked Him as He bled.
    He said, Father, forgive them, not after they repented or asked for forgiveness, but while they were still treating him like he was nothing.

    That’s grace. Undeserved. Uncomfortable. Unfair. And yet, completely free. So who are we to measure grace with teaspoons when God pours it out as rivers?

    We say we want to be like Jesus, but Jesus didn’t wait until people changed to offer grace. He gave it, and the grace itself became the thing that changed them.

    We’re not called to be reservoirs of grace.
    We’re called to be rivers, letting it flow through us. This means even when it’s hard. It also means even when it hurts, especially when it costs us our pride.

    Grace is not ours to withhold. It was never meant to stop with us. It’s a gift we pass on, not a reward we hand out. Freely we’ve received and freely we must give.

  • Who Is Qualified To Judge

    At what point do you feel like you’re qualified to look down on someone else because of their past? I mean seriously, when do we cross that invisible line to where we suddenly feel authorized to judge who’s worthy and who’s not? Who gets to serve God and who doesn’t? Who gets to sing on the praise team, who gets to teach, who gets to minister—based on what we think we know about someone else or their past?

    Let me be as real as possible, we all need God’s grace every single second. Not one of us walks this life without it. Not one of us has earned it. Not one of us deserves it. Not one of us is better than the next. We’re all level at the foot of the cross. No VIP section. No spiritual hierarchy. No cleaner testimony. Just broken people being held together by grace and mercy.

    Who do we think that we are to say what someone else can or cannot do for God?

    Oh, you shouldn’t be on the praise team because you did this. You shouldn’t be ministering to them because you went through that. You shouldn’t be teaching this class because of what you used to be.

    Really though? Since when has God taken our opinions into account when He calls someone?

    Do me a favor, Ask yourself, who am I that He is mindful of me? Think about that for a second. That a perfect, holy, righteous God would look down at you, with all your flaws, all your baggage, all your wrong turns, and still choose to love you, use you, and walk with you.

    Now don’t you even forget that if He is mindful of you, then He is mindful of that person as well. The same grace that covers you is extended to the person you’re looking down on. The same mercy that picked you up is reaching for them too.

    We’ve got to stop playing spiritual referee, blowing the whistle on people’s callings just because we remember their fouls. You don’t know what God is doing in someone’s heart. You don’t know the conversations He’s having with them in secret. You don’t know the healing, the restoration, the transformation that’s happening behind the scenes.

    So stop looking down on people. Get humble, and start looking up at people. See them the way Jesus sees them. See the potential, the purpose, the calling. Stop being the voice of shame, and start being a voice of grace. Remind people who they can be, not just who they used to be.

    Because at the end of the day, none of us are qualified without Him. It’s grace that qualifies us all.

  • Satan Needs Division

    Satan Loves Division, Because He Knows the Power of Unity. One of Satan’s greatest objectives is division, and it’s not by accident, it’s calculated. Satan loves to divide families, churches, and nations. Why? Because the devil knows what will happen if we come together in one accord.

    Genesis 11:6, The Lord said, ‘If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them.’”

    NOTHING is the key word in that passage. God acknowledged that when people are unified, there’s no limit to what they can accomplish. Even when their motives were misguided, their unity carried power. And because of that, God had to intervene and scatter them. Only because their hearts weren’t aligned with His will.

    Now think about that.

    If unity outside of God’s will was that powerful, imagine what could happen when God’s people are united WITHIN His will. Imagine the revival, the breakthrough, the transformation. Satan doesn’t want that. That’s why he thrives off of confusion, jealousy, pride, gossip, hate, lust, division, etc… He sows seeds of strife and discord because he’s petrified of what we can become if we truly walk in unity together.

    He knows that a house divided against itself cannot stand: Mark 3:25. He knows that two are better than one: Ecclesiastes 4:9. He knows that where two or three are gathered in Jesus’ name, God is in the midst: Matthew 18:20.

    So naturally, he’s working overtime to keep us fighting with each other instead of fighting against him.

    He’ll use tiny misunderstandings, personal offense, theological debates, or cultural differences to divide. He will find anything to keep us from locking arms in love, truth, and purpose, and unity.

    But now, we have to wise up. We are not each other’s enemy. The real war is one that’s spiritual, not flesh and blood: Ephesians 6:12. Unity doesn’t mean we always agree on every detail, but it does mean we start moving in the same direction, under the same Spirit, with one mission: to love God, love people, and make disciples of all.

    Why do we give Satan the satisfaction of seeing us divided? Let’s break down the walls, forgive, reconcile, and walk in love. Because when we stand together, hell is terrified.

  • Sunday mask

    Too Many Don’t Live to Please God, They Live to Deceive People. Let’s just say it plainly. Too many people are not living to please God. They’re living to impress others. Not to walk in truth, but to perform in lies. Not to be real, but to look right. And that’s why we’re drowning in fake faith and shallow spirituality.

    You see it everywhere. People talking about God first while their actions scream me first. Quoting Scripture while living in secret sin. Serving in churches while gossiping, lying, manipulating, and craving status. They want the image of being godly, but not the lifestyle. They want applause from the world but couldn’t care less if God is pleased. It’s not about transformation, it’s about reputation.

    They’ve mastered the art of deception. Looking holy, sounding spiritual, even doing good works, but it’s all for show. Behind the curtain, there’s no prayer life. No repentance. No hunger for righteousness. Just ambition. Just ego. Just empty performance.

    They go to church, not to worship, but to network. Not to be convicted, but to be seen. They post verses, but won’t obey them. They say God bless, but curse people in private. And they’re more afraid of being exposed by people than being judged by God.

    Let me be clear: God is not fooled. Heaven is not impressed by your Sunday mask. God sees past the filtered posts, the fake smiles, the double life. He sees your heart, and He’s not interested in your performance. He wants your obedience.

    Living for people is slavery. It’s a trap. Because the crowd is never satisfied. You’ll exhaust yourself trying to keep up an image, all while your soul is starving. But living for God? That’s freedom. That’s power. That’s peace. Because He doesn’t need you to be perfect, He just needs you to be honest. Real. Surrendered.

    If your walk with God is just a costume you wear when it’s convenient, then what are you really doing? You’re not fooling God. And in the end, the same people you were trying so hard to impress won’t be the ones you stand before on Judgment Day.

    This is a wake-up call. Stop living for likes. Stop living for attention. Stop living to be seen, praised, or envied. Start living a life that’s holy when no one’s watching. Start living so that God, and not man, is pleased.

    Because the truth is, a lot of people are going to hell dressed like they’re going to church. Don’t let that be you.

  • My Pain is a Blessing

    My Pain is a Blessing

    That sounds strange, I know. Especially when you’re living with pain that doesn’t go away, pain that lingers day after day, like an unwanted shadow. Chronic pain wears on you, physically, mentally, emotionally. It drains you in ways most people will never understand.

    But even in that, I’ve learned something deeply valuable: pain has a purpose.

    If I never had pain, if I never faced suffering, I might start to believe I didn’t need help. That I had it all figured out. That I was strong enough on my own. But the truth is, I’m not. I’m not perfect, I’m not self-sufficient, and I wasn’t made to be.

    Pain is what reminds me I need God.

    It’s what drives me into His arms. When my body aches and no relief comes, when I’m exhausted just from existing, when I wonder how I’m going to get through another day, He meets me there. In the stillness, in the struggle, in the silence. I need Him every moment, and pain keeps me close. Not because God wants to see me suffer, but because He wants to see me lean on Him, trust Him, know Him in the deepest way.

    And maybe… maybe that’s a blessing.

    Because someone else out there is suffering too. Someone feels like they can’t go on. Someone is battling chronic pain, invisible illness, or emotional weight no one sees. If that’s you, I want you to know: I see you. I am you.

    And if my dependence on God, if my ability to keep moving, even when it hurts, can shine a light for someone else in the dark, then maybe that’s part of why I’m still standing. Not because I’m strong, but because He is. Not because the pain is easy, but because God is faithful in it.

    My suffering is how I stay connected to Him.
    My weakness is how His strength is made perfect.
    My brokenness is where His grace meets me.

    So no, I don’t thank God for the pain. But I thank Him that even in the pain, He’s present. And I thank Him for using it, for using me to remind someone else they’re not alone, and they’re not without hope.

    Chronic pain may be part of my life, but it will never define me.
    God does that. And He’s not finished with me yet.