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Tag: Faith

  • God Over Religion

    I’ve come to a place in my life where I want everything to do with God, but nothing to do with the Church of God. I don’t need a specific religion to define my faith, and I don’t need a building to tell me what I already know deep in my soul.

    I believe in God. I seek Him. I want a real connection with Him. But what I don’t want is to be part of a place that hides the truth, a system that picks and chooses what to believe, a body that refuses to acknowledge anything that doesn’t fit within its own controlled narrative.

    I’ve seen too much, questioned too much, and felt too much to pretend that the church always gets it right. Too often, it doesn’t. Too often, it silences instead of listens. It shames instead of loves. It protects what is convenient and ignores what is uncomfortable. And I refuse to be a part of something that puts its own image above the actual truth.

    My faith is not about religion. It’s not about traditions. It’s not about following a set of rules created by people who think they’ve figured out God. My faith is about God Himself. It’s about the relationship I have with Him, the way He moves in my life, and the truth He reveals to me, not the truth someone else tells me I have to accept.

    I don’t need a church to find God. I don’t need a title to have faith. And I don’t need approval to seek what I know is real. Because at the end of the day, it’s not about religion, it’s about Him.

    That doesn’t mean I’ll never step foot in a church or find value in gathering with others who seek Him. Because I will go to church. But it does mean that my faith isn’t dependent on a building, a denomination, or a specific way of doing things. My relationship with God is not confined to Sunday mornings or dictated by traditions passed down without question. I refuse to let my spirituality be shaped by human expectations rather than divine truth. My faith is built on something far deeper, something unshakable, personal, and real.

  • Why Won’t You Just Quit

    Imagine the devil himself, sitting in the shadows, watching you with frustration in his eyes. He’s thrown everything at you, storms that should have drowned you, mountains you were never supposed to climb, burdens meant to break your back. He’s whispered doubts into your ear, dragged your worst fears into the light, and tried to turn your own mind against you.

    Yet, here you are. Still standing. Still fighting. Still refusing to quit.

    He clenches his fists. He’s seen people fall for less. He’s watched others crumble under the weight of pressure you’ve endured. He’s used the same tricks, the same temptations, and the same tactics, but they’re not working.

    He growls under his breath. Why won’t this guy just give up?

    Because you’re not fighting in your own strength. Because every time you get knocked down, Jesus picks you back up. Because even when you feel weak, His power is made perfect in you. Because you’re not walking this road alone, He’s the one carrying you forward.

    The devil throws another obstacle in your path. Another setback. Another betrayal. Another heartbreak. He waits for you to falter. But instead, you lift your eyes to the One who sustains you. You breathe deep, let go of the weight you were never meant to carry alone, and take another step, this time, not in your own power, but in His.

    And as you keep moving forward, you can almost hear the enemy sigh in defeat.

    Let him be frustrated. Let him know he picked the wrong one to mess with. Because as long as you have breath in your lungs, Jesus will be the one carrying you through. And in Him, quitting will never be an option.

    “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” – 2 Corinthians 12:9