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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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • The Real You, They’ll Never Know

    Isn’t it weird how many versions of you exist in people’s minds? You’re just one person, but depending on who’s watching, who’s listening, and what season of life they caught you in, they might swear they know exactly who you are… and still be completely wrong.

    Some people see you as the shy one. You are quiet in crowds, not big on small talk, keeping to yourself.

    Some see you as the mean one. Because maybe you were blunt, maybe they caught you on a bad day, maybe you set a boundary they didn’t like.

    Some see you as the annoying one. Maybe you are too much, too loud, too opinionated… or maybe just too different.

    Some see you as the caring one. You are the one who checked in, who stayed up late listening, who gave without expecting anything back.

    Some see you as the silly one. The one always cracking jokes, bringing light to heavy moments, making people laugh when they needed it most.

    Then there’s more:

    Some see you as the flaky one. They never knowing the full story behind why you didn’t show up.

    Some see you as the strong one. They didn’t see the breakdowns, just the way you kept going.

    Some see you as the fake one. That’s because they judged your growth as pretending.

    Some see you as the wise one. That’s because your pain taught you things you never asked to learn.

    Some see you as the background character in their story. You are just someone who helped for a moment, then disappeared.

    Some see you as the villain. All because your healing looked like cutting ties.

    Some see you as the hero. Because your presence changed everything for them.

    Some don’t see you at all. That is just their idea of you, filtered through rumors or projections.

    It’s wild, really. The version they carry of you says more about them than it ever says about you.

    And maybe that’s why you’ve got to stop shrinking or shape-shifting to fit everyone else’s story. The only version that matters is the one you live with every day. The one that’s healing, growing, praying, falling short, and getting back up again.

    Let them think what they want.
    Just make sure you know who you are.

  • The Cross Didn’t Flinch

    I don’t know who needs this, but Jesus has never stopped loving you. Not once. Not for a moment. Not even when you gave up on Him.
    Not when you ran. Not when you rebelled.
    Not when you were in the middle of the sin you swore you’d never return to. Not even when you hated yourself so much you couldn’t look in the mirror.

    He still loved you. When the world turned cold, when people failed you, when everything fell apart, His love stayed.

    And not some soft, passive kind of love either. I’m talking about a love that chases you down in your darkest night. A love that steps into the dirt, into the mess, into the parts of your story you don’t even talk about. A love that doesn’t flinch at your brokenness. One that wraps you up in grace when you feel most ashamed.

    This isn’t religion. This isn’t about behavior.
    This is a Savior who laid His life down for you knowing how many times you’d mess up after saying “never again.” Knowing how many times you’d choose the world. Knowing how long it might take for you to come back.
    And still, He wanted you.

    You think you’ve gone too far? He already stretched His arms farther. You think you’re too dirty? He already washed it with His blood. You think you’ve disappointed Him? He knew everything, and still called you worth dying for.

    You might not feel lovable. But His love isn’t based on your feelings. It’s based on His faithfulness. And He is faithful even when we are not. So if you’re sitting there tonight feeling like you’ve failed too much, fallen too hard, or drifted too far, please hear me:

    He’s still waiting.
    Still calling.
    Still loving.
    Still redeeming.

    Jesus doesn’t love a future, more cleaned-up version of you. He loves you, right here, right now, in all your mess. So come back home.
    Fall into His arms. And let His love do what no one else could ever do, heal you from the inside out.

    You are still wanted. Still chosen. Still loved.
    Always have been. Always will be.

  • Love Deeper

    Love deeper. Not wider. Not louder. Deeper.

    The world will tell you love is flashy. That it’s about grand gestures and picture-perfect moments and “look what I did” announcements. But real love, genuine soul-binding, heart-wrecking love is quiet. It’s steady. It doesn’t beg for attention, it just shows up… every single day.

    It’s staying when walking away would be easier. It’s listening when you’d rather speak. It’s holding someone’s broken pieces when you don’t know how to fix them, but you refuse to let them carry it alone.

    Love deeper, even when it’s not returned the way you hoped. Love anyway. Because love isn’t about being owed something. It’s about giving even when it hurts, forgiving even when it’s hard, and believing even when your heart is tired.

    Love deeper than the offense. Love deeper than the silence. Love deeper than your own understanding.

    The kind of love that mirrors Jesus doesn’t just cover the easy days. It walks with you through the storms. It meets you in your mess. It pulls you from the dirt, wipes your tears, and reminds you who you are even when you’ve forgotten.

    Some of the most powerful love you’ll ever show won’t be seen by crowds. It’ll be the quiet prayers you whisper over someone who hurt you. The grace you give to someone who may never say thank you. The patience you show when your own soul is screaming for peace.

    I want to love like that. I want to love in a way that makes hell tremble, not because I’m perfect, but because I chose to love when bitterness would’ve been easier. I want to love like Jesus did: bruised, rejected, and still willing.

    We don’t need more people chasing spotlight love. We need hearts willing to go deeper. To dig through the rubble and find the gold in people. To be the kind of love that lingers long after the feelings fade.

    So if you’re reading this and your heart’s heavy, love deeper. Not because it’s easy. But because it’s worth it. Because somebody out there is drowning in silence, and your love might be the lifeline they never expected.

    Let’s stop waiting for perfect moments to love. Let’s be the reason someone believes love still exists.

    Let’s love deeper.

  • Next Level, Next Devil

    Be Careful What You’re Asking For. Everybody wants next-level favor. Everybody wants next-level blessings. Everybody prays, God, take me higher. Use me more. Expand my territory.

    But here’s the question nobody asks:
    Are you ready for what comes with it? Because another level… always brings another devil.

    Some doors you’re asking God to open aren’t just paved with opportunity, they’re surrounded by spiritual warfare. Some blessings you’re begging for come hand-in-hand with betrayal, abandonment, heartbreak, and loneliness. Some platforms you want will expose you to wounds you never thought you’d have to feel.

    Favor looks good from a distance.
    It sounds powerful when you’re praying for it.
    But real favor, the kind that shakes the gates of hell, costs something.

    You might lose friends. You might lose family.
    You might lose the approval of the crowd you were trying so hard to fit into. You might have nights where you’re weeping on the floor, wondering why the very people you loved the most are the first ones who turned their backs when you started to rise.

    You want the blessing, but are you ready for the burden? You want the calling, but can you handle the crushing? See, everyone wants the crown, but few are willing to endure the cross.

    God will never give you favor that your character can’t carry. He’s not just blessing you, He’s building you also. He’s teaching you how to have thicker skin and carry a softer heart. He’s teaching you how to walk alone and not crumble. He’s teaching you how to stay humble when you have every reason to brag.
    He’s teaching you how to hold onto Him tighter when everything else falls apart.

    Sometimes that next-level favor you’re praying for will cost you comfort. It’ll cost you convenience. It’ll cost you approval. It might even cost you the version of yourself that wasn’t ready for it.

    So before you beg God for the next level, ask Him to build your foundation deeper. Ask Him to strengthen your spirit first. Because promotion without preparation is a setup for destruction. And favor without fortitude will break you instead of bless you.

    If you’re asking for next level favor, you better be ready for next level warfare. If you’re asking for next level blessings, you better be ready for next level loneliness. If you’re asking for next level purpose, you better be ready for next level hurt.

    If you’re ready, and if you’re willing to endure the pain for the promise, then stand tall, armor up, and walk through the fire.

    Because the same God who gives the favor will also give the strength to carry it. The same God who brings the blessing will walk you through the battle. The same God who calls you higher will never leave you lower. You were made for this. But first, be ready.

  • Jesus is My Confidence

    I don’t walk with my head high because of who I am. I walk with my head high because of who He is.

    My confidence isn’t rooted in my strength, my talents, or my image, it’s rooted in a Savior who got down into the dirt with me. A King who didn’t just call from a distance, but stepped right into my mess, my failures, my broken places, and lifted me up.

    When I was too weak to climb out, He got in with me. When I was too dirty to be touched, He reached anyway. When I was too lost to find a way, He became the way.

    I don’t just bless the Lord when life feels good and the sun’s on my face. I bless Him when I’m bleeding in the valley. I shout His name when the walls are closing in. I praise Him when the mountain seems too far to even dream about. I beat my chest and It’s not for show, it’s the sound of a sinner who was spared.

    Because I’ve learned, real faith isn’t built on the mountaintop. It’s built in the valley, when you have to fight to believe. It’s forged in the moments where every feeling tells you to quit, but His Spirit says, “Keep going.”

    Jesus met me in the valley. Jesus walked with me through the storm. Jesus sat with me in the dirt, wiped the tears off my face, and gave me a reason to rise.

    So no, my confidence isn’t in the applause.
    It’s not in the approval. It’s not in my own ability. It’s not in what I can see. It’s in Him.

    Jesus didn’t wait for me to clean up before He loved me. Jesus didn’t leave me in the pit I dug with my own hands. Jesus didn’t just offer me a second chance, He offered me a new life.

    Whether I’m standing tall on the mountaintop or crawling hands and knees through a dark valley, I will bless His Name. I will shout His praise louder than my doubt, louder than my fear, louder than my pain.

    Because my confidence has scars on it. It’s been through some things. It’s not naive.
    It’s not fragile. It’s anchored in the One who overcame death itself to pull me out of the grave.

    Jesus is my hope. Jesus is my security. Jesus is my confidence. I’ll never stop shouting it in the valley and I’ll shout it just as loud in the mountain top. Glory to God, in every season, in every battle, in every breath.

  • God Saw What Others Didn’t

    You were faithful when it was hard. You were loyal when it hurt. You gave your all when there was barely anything to give. And still, you stayed. You served. You believed.

    You weren’t chasing spotlight. you were just trying to be obedient. You weren’t after position. You just didn’t want to waste the pain. And while others overlooked you, misunderstood you, or forgot your name, He didn’t.

    God saw every quiet yes. Every time you showed up when your heart was breaking.
    Every moment you poured into people who didn’t pour back. Every seed you sowed when you barely had a handful left.

    You were faithful over the few. Over the small. Over the thankless. Over the invisible.
    And now, God is moving.

    Not because you forced it. Not because you earned it. But because you proved trustworthy with little. Now He can trust you with much.

    You’re not being promoted because you’re lucky. You’re being promoted because you were faithful in the wilderness. Because you praised Him in private. Because you stayed when walking away would’ve been easier.
    Because you believed when all you had left was faith. And that matters to God.

    So when the doors open, when the favor hits, when the weight of blessing starts to fall on your shoulders, don’t forget: This isn’t random. This is reward. Because when you were overlooked by people, you were noticed by Heaven.