**The Christmas Journey: Memories of Family, Laughter, and Love**

 

I am sitting here counting days till Christmas and then my mind wanders more towards Christmas memories — the warmth of gathering with family, the sound of laughter filling the air, the smell of good food cooking in the kitchen. I think back to those Christmases at my grandparents’ house, and so many memories come flooding back.

I realize now it wasn't about the presents — it was about being together. We’d all pile into that cozy house, the table full of good food, the living room buzzing with excitement. The gift of being with the people I loved. Sitting around, sharing stories, laughing until our sides hurt. Those moments felt so precious, like time stood still just for us.

We’d open presents, yes, but even that was secondary. It was the joy of seeing everyone’s face light up, the hugs, the “thank-yous,” and the feeling of belonging. It was about connection. About knowing that even if life got busy or hard, at Christmas, we’d come together and remember what really mattered: family.

Some of those people are no longer around. The grandparents who used to spoil us, moms, dads, aunts, uncles and the cousins who made every Christmas special — they’re missed so much. Their absence leaves a quiet ache, but also a warm feeling knowing that their love and laughter live on in our memories. We hold onto those moments, cherishing the love they shared, and grateful for the time we had.

Now, those Christmases are memories I carry with me. They remind me gifts aren't what you unwrap, but people you share your life with. The laughter, the hugs, the stories — that’s what makes life truly special. And even though some of those loved ones are gone, their spirit is still present in memories, in the traditions we keep, and in the love that still binds us.

So this Christmas, I’ll hold those memories close — the gathering at my grandparents’ house, the laughter ringing through the rooms. And I’ll be grateful for every moment,  the past memories and the memories to be made. 

Because no matter how many years go by, those Christmases past will always be part of who I am — a reminder of what’s truly important, and of the love that lasts forever.

**A Journey of Courage: From The Car Door to The Classroom**

Ah, first grade—those innocent days when the biggest worry was whether we would have enough crayons or find a friend to play with at recess. But for me, it was a whole different story.  I was a little bundle of anxiety back then, and being separated from my mom felt like the end of the world.

Back in those days, there was no pre-K or kindergarten to ease little kids into school. Nope, I went straight from home to what seemed like the impressive and gigantic hallwalls of first grade. My mom, who was a stay-at-home superwoman, stayed home and kept us busy (probably trying to keep her hair from turning grey). But every morning, as the school bus pulled up, I would just have a meltdown. On those days I would miss the bus.  Mom, bless her heart, would have to drive me to school.  I would be crying, clinging, and probably making it impossible to get out of the car. And then, in a scene straight out of a comedy, she’d have to give me a gentle but firm *push* to get me out of the car and into the school building. I can only picture what the teachers must have thought—seeing my mom walk into the classroom still holding her child, just moments after she was desperately trying to pull me out of the car door.

But amidst all this chaos, there was a shining star—Mrs. Taylor, my first-grade teacher. If it wasn't for her, I might still be hiding behind her desk, refusing to step into the big, scary classroom. Mrs. Taylor was the kind of teacher who could probably teach a class of wild monkeys and still make them sit quietly. She had a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts and had a way of making me feel safe even when I was trembling in my little school shoes.

Thanks to her I somehow managed to survive that first year. Without her, I might have been a permanent fixture in her classroom, the kid who refused to leave her side. But instead, I made it to second grade—probably still a little anxious, but a little braver too.

Looking back, I can’t help but laugh at those early school days. Who knew that my survival story would start with me being dragged out of the car and ending with a teacher who believed in me? 

**And to all the parents out there: Hang in there. Your little ones are just figuring things out—and sometimes, all they need is a teacher like Mrs. Taylor to get them through the door!**

**"The Journey to Inner Peace: Knowing Your True Worth in God's Eyes"**

 **The Power of Inner Peace: Why a Healed Person Doesn’t Take Everything to Heart**

In life, it’s easy to get upset when others say or do things that hurt us. But as we heal emotionally, we learn that what others say or do is often more about them than about us. A healed person understands that their words come from their own struggles.

Healing takes time and effort. It helps us build confidence and realize we don’t need to take everything personally. When we understand that others’ reactions reflect their own pain, we can stay calm and centered. This gives us peace, making us less affected by negativity and more focused on our own growth.

True peace comes from within. It’s about accepting ourselves and recognizing that we control how much others’ words impact us. When we stop taking everything to heart, we find a deep sense of calm and strength that stays with us through life’s ups and downs.

 **"Words can be empty and misleading, depending on the heart of the one who speaks them."**  The most important truth is knowing your value in God's eyes. His love and acceptance are what give us real worth, far beyond what anyone else might say or think.

Counting my Blessings Throughout The Journey

One song that I really love is *"Counting My Blessings"* by Matt Maher and Seph Schlueter. The lyrics  always remind me to be thankful for everything God has done in my life. Have your heard it before?  Here are a few of the lyrics: *"God, I'm still counting my blessings - For all that You've done in my life. The more that I look in the details - The more of Your goodness I find."* 

There are so many good things God gives us every day, even the small ones we sometimes overlook. No matter how busy or stressed I get, taking a moment to think at my blessings fills my heart with gratitude. It’s a reminder that God's love and kindness - IT IS EVERYWHERE, if we just pay attention. 

The song also talks about how our time here on earth is limited, but God's goodness is endless. It encourages me to keep counting those blessings, knowing I can never truly count them all because God's blessings are bigger than we can imagine. 

So, If you see me riding down the highway windows down, sunroof open, shades on, and music blaring—I just might be me praising God along with Matt and Seph, thanking Him for all His blessings. 😊  

God's goodness is always present. No matter what life throws our way, there’s always something to be thankful for. Let's COUNT OUR BLESSINGS and GIVE THANKS FOR GOD'S ENDLESS LOVE.  

The Journey to Embracing Your Light in A Dark World

 

**God Did Not Call Us to Be Liked — He Called Us to Be Light**

God doesn’t want us just to be popular or liked by everyone. He wants us to **shine** for Him — to be **light** in a dark world. When we choose to do what’s right, speak the truth, and love others, we make darkness very uncomfortable.

The truth is, when you shine your light, it shows what’s hiding in the dark — like sin or wrong choices. Some people don’t want that. They want to stay hidden. So, they try to blow out the light or hide it so their sin won’t be exposed. They don’t want the truth to come out because it makes them feel guilty or uncomfortable.

But God’s calling us to be brave and to shine, even if it makes others uncomfortable. Remember, Jesus Himself was rejected many times because His truth made some people uncomfortable. But His light helped set others free.

So, don’t worry about everyone liking you. Your job is to shine and tell the truth with love. When you do, you help others see what’s real — and that can lead them to change. Shine bright, because that’s what God called you to do!

A Heartwarming Journey with My Granddaughter and the Words "Come to Me"

 

**A Heartwarming Moment with My Granddaughter: "Come to Me"**

Today, I had a special FaceTime call with my adorable granddaughter. As we chatted, she kept repeating three simple words: "Come to me." Hearing her say that with so much innocence and love touched my heart deeply.

It made me think of how these words resonate perfectly with the loving invitation of Christ. Just as my granddaughter yearns for closeness and comfort, Jesus invites us with open arms: **"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."** (Matthew 11:28)

Her innocent words reminded me that no matter how busy life gets or how heavy our hearts feel, Jesus is always ready to welcome us. Just like my granddaughter wants PaPa and Grammy close, He desires us to come to Him and find peace.

This moment was a gentle reminder that God's love is always near, waiting for us to reach out. Sometimes, the simplest words carry the deepest meaning—"Come to me" is a beautiful call from both a child’s heart and the heart of our Savior.

The Beautiful Journey of Faith, Family, and Love for God and a Blue Dress

Growing up, Sundays were always a special day for my family. Every week, my sister and I knew exactly what to do—by 9:00 a.m., we had to be ready. We’d hear my dad outside in the car, blowing the horn to let us know it was time to go. No excuses—church was important, and missing it was never an option.

I remember mom dressing my sister and I in matching blue dresses, white shoes, and white lace socks. She would pull our hair back with a white bow - maybe to hide the haircut she gave us (ha,ha). She always took extra care, making sure we looked nice for church. 

One of my favorite memories from those days was singing a song my dad would make us perform—"I'm the Reason" by the Inspirations.  I didn’t fully understand all the words back then, but I remember my dad every time would cry like a big old baby.  I always wandered why was he so emotional- now that I am older, I understand. It was because church meant so much to him; it was a place of faith, love, and a connection to God. 

Today, I looked up the lyrics to that old song because I couldn’t remember how it went, and I even watched a YouTube video to listen to it again. Hearing it brought back so many memories of those innocent days filled with faith and family.

Sometimes I wish I could go back and relive those moments just for a day. It’s funny how childhood memories stay with you—though I hated that blue dress back then, I realize now how precious those times were. Don’t you wish you could go back and experience it all again?

Now, my dad has passed away and is in Heaven, and my children are grown. It feels like those days in the blue dress and singing with my sister were just yesterday. I’m so grateful that my parents took me to church and taught me how important it is to have a relationship with Christ. Those lessons have meant everything to me and helped shape my faith.

Looking back, I see how those simple Sunday mornings helped me grow and learn about love, faith, and family. Even though I didn’t appreciate that blue dress at the time, I love it now because it reminds me of those precious moments. I know I’ll see my dad again someday in Heaven, and I hold onto those memories with gratitude.

Cherish your memories, hold onto your faith, and always remember the importance of family. Those simple Sundays may seem small, but they leave a lasting impact on our hearts.

**It’s Okay to Not Be Okay: The Power of Silence and Listening**

 **It’s Okay to Not Be Okay: The Power of Silence and Listening**

Sometimes, life gets overwhelming, and it’s okay to admit that you’re not okay. We often feel the need to put on a brave face or hide our struggles, but true strength comes from allowing ourselves to be vulnerable. It’s okay to sit in silence, to feel hurt, and to take time to listen to what our hearts truly need.

My dad was a man of few words, but he listened a lot. He didn’t always have many things to say, but when he was silent, I knew he was truly present. His quiet strength and ability to listen taught me something important: sometimes, the best thing we can do is simply listen. Listening doesn’t mean we have to fix everything or give advice; it’s about showing compassion and understanding.

Maybe that’s why God gave us two ears and one mouth—to remind us to listen more than we speak. And more importantly, to listen to His voice. During difficult moments, it’s in that quiet space that we can hear God’s guidance, comfort, and love. Listening to God's voice helps us find clarity, peace, and strength when everything else feels uncertain.

So, if you’re feeling overwhelmed or silent today, remember that it’s okay. It’s okay to not have all the answers and to need time to process. Embrace the silence, listen to your heart, and most importantly, listen to God's voice. He’s always speaking to us, quietly guiding us through every storm.

My dad’s quiet strength continues to teach me that sometimes, words aren’t necessary. Just being present, listening, and tuning into God's voice can make all the difference.

 **The Most Rewarding and Painful Walk: Being a Pastor’s Wife**

Being a pastor’s wife is one of the most unique experiences a woman can have. It’s a walk filled with moments of deep joy, heartfelt pain, and countless lessons. Looking back, I can honestly say that this journey has been both the most rewarding and the most painful thing I’ve ever done. And yet, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

There’s nothing quite like seeing your church family grow in faith, witnessing lives change, and being part of their spiritual journeys. Sometimes, it’s a simple hug or a kind word that reminds me why I do what I do. Supporting my husband in his calling means being there for people during their happiest moments—like weddings and baptisms—and their hardest times—like loss and grief. Those moments of connection and love make my heart swell with gratitude. They remind me that serving in this role isn’t just a job; it’s a calling that touches lives and builds community.

But it’s not always easy. There are times when the weight of responsibility feels overwhelming. Criticism, misunderstandings, or feeling like I don’t quite measure up can be painful. Sometimes, I have to sacrifice personal time or put my feelings aside to support others. The emotional rollercoaster can be exhausting, and I’ve learned that it’s okay to feel tired or discouraged. This journey has taught me resilience, patience, and the importance of leaning on my faith during tough times.

Despite the challenges, I wouldn’t give up this walk for anything. The rewards—the genuine relationships, the spiritual growth, the chance to serve others—far outweigh the difficulties. This role has helped me become a stronger, more compassionate person. It has taught me humility and the importance of unconditional love. Most importantly, it’s deepened my faith and trust in God’s plan for my life.

 **A Yellow Rubber Bracelet: More Than Just a Piece of Jewelry**

Since our grandbaby was diagnosed with neuroblastoma, I’ve worn a simple yellow rubber bracelet inscribed with Jeremiah 29:11: *"For I know the plans I have for you..."* It’s been more than just an accessory; it’s a symbol of hope, faith, and perseverance. I’ve had it on continuously, only removing it once when I broke my hand. Honestly, I think I cried more that day because they had to cut it off than from the pain in my hand.

My husband, sensing how much the bracelet meant to me, felt sorry for my loss when it was gone. He surprised me with another one just like the previous one—just as meaningful, just as precious. It’s funny how we can become attached to seemingly meaningless things, yet they hold deep sentimental value. For me, this bracelet is a reminder of what my granddaughter has overcome and the strength of faith that carried us through difficult times. I am overjoyed that she is now cancer free and thanking God everyday. 

Why do we cling to these small tokens? Perhaps because they represent hope, resilience, and the love that sustains us. This bracelet isn’t just rubber—it's a symbol of her courage, our faith, and the blessings that continue to inspire us every day.

 **Christianity: About Relationship, Not Just Religion**

Many people think being a Christian is about going to church, dressing up on Sundays, or following a set of rules. But the truth is, Christianity is much more than that. It’s about having a real, personal relationship with Jesus Christ. It’s about knowing Him deeply and allowing His love to change our hearts.

When we truly follow Jesus, His love shines through everything we do. Our actions, words, and attitudes become reflections of His kindness and grace. It’s not about wearing a cross or attending church—it’s about living like Jesus every day.

When others see us loving others, forgiving those who hurt us, and showing kindness even when it’s hard, they see Jesus in us. That’s what makes the difference. Because real Christianity isn’t just a title—it’s a daily walk with Jesus that shows in how we treat others.

So let’s focus on building that relationship. Let’s let His love guide us so that others can see Jesus in our lives. When we do, we become a light that points others to Him, not because of what we wear or where we go, but because of how we live.

The Resilient Journey: Rising Strong with God's Grace

 **Get Back Up: The Power of Resilience in God's Grace**

Life can leave us feeling tired, broken, overwhelmed, and sometimes even like failures. It’s easy to think that these feelings define us, but the truth is, they don’t. You are not a failure—you're simply human, and everyone faces struggles.

Yes, you may feel exhausted, but remember: God is your strength when you are weak (2 Corinthians 12:9). When your heart feels broken, He mends it with His love and grace. Overwhelmed? God promises that He will never give us more than we can bear (1 Corinthians 10:13). And failure? It’s just a part of life’s journey—what matters is how we respond.

The true test of character isn’t how many times we fall; it’s whether we get back up. Every setback is an opportunity to grow stronger, to lean on God's strength, and to rise again with renewed hope and purpose.

So, no matter what you're facing today, remember: you are not defined by your struggles. Character is shown in the courage to get back up. Keep going—God’s grace is enough to carry you through.

**Jesus Is. Nothing Else Matters.**

Recently, I came across a quote that made me stop and think. Jesus Is (Period). Those simple words made me stop and realize what really matters in life. 

In a world full of noise and distractions, it’s easy to forget what truly matters. Sometimes, we search for happiness in things that don’t last—money, popularity, or material possessions. But when we focus on Jesus, everything else becomes clearer.

Jesus is the source of love, hope, and peace. When we say “Jesus is,” we’re acknowledging that He is everything we need. He is our comfort in times of sadness, our strength when we feel weak, and our guide when we’re lost. Nothing else compares to the salvation and joy that come from knowing Him.

It’s simple but powerful — Jesus is. Period. Nothing else matters more. When we put our trust in Him, we find purpose and peace that can’t be found anywhere else. His love is enough to fill our hearts and change our lives.

So, no matter what struggles we face or how busy life gets, remember: Jesus is. Nothing else matters more than walking with Him and trusting in His plan. And in that truth, we find true happiness and eternal hope.

A Journey of Integrity

**What Is Right Is Right — What Is Wrong Is Wrong**

In life, there is a simple truth: what is right is right, and what is wrong is wrong. When making decisions, it’s important to focus on doing what is right, regardless of feelings or what others might say.  

When did we start including our feelings so much when deciding what is right or wrong? Honestly, that bothers me. Feelings can change, but truth remains the same. We should base our choices on what is truly right, not just how we feel in the moment or what others think.  

On Judgment Day, God will not care about our feelings or what our friends said. He will only ask if we stood up for what is right or if we chose to do what was wrong. The standard is clear—honesty and righteousness matter most.  

So, no matter how difficult it is, always choose what is right. Leave feelings out of it. Focus on what is true and just. Remember, in the end, the only thing that matters is whether you stood for what is right or not.

The Journey of God's Goodness

 **In the End, I Know That I Am Enveloped in the Goodness of God**  

Life can be unpredictable. Sometimes, we face struggles that shake our confidence and make us question everything. During those moments, it’s easy to feel lost or overwhelmed. But deep inside, I hold on to one truth: in the end, I know that I am enveloped in the goodness of God.  

This belief gives me comfort and hope. No matter how difficult the day may seem, I trust that God's love surrounds me like a protective blanket. His goodness is not just a distant idea; it’s a powerful presence in my life that lifts me up when I am down. It’s in the small moments—like a kind word from a friend, a beautiful sunset, or a quiet moment of prayer—that I feel His love wrapping around me.  

Knowing that God's goodness is constant helps me face challenges with courage. It reminds me that I am never alone, even when I can’t see or understand everything. His grace sustains me, and His mercy renews me every morning. I believe that His goodness is more powerful than any problem I encounter, and that it surrounds me always.  

In the end, this truth fills my heart with peace. It’s a reassurance that I am held in His love, protected by His kindness, and guided by His wisdom. No matter what the future holds, I know that I am enveloped in the goodness of God—now and forever. And that thought makes all the difference.

A Journey of Silent Strength But Loud Actions -

 

**Have You Ever Wished You Could Just Speak to Someone You Miss Dearly?**

15 years and counting..........................................

Sometimes, I find myself wishing I could just pick up the phone and talk to someone I miss so much. Someone whose voice could bring comfort, whose words could remind me I’m not alone. Right now, I wish I could speak to my dad.

It’s funny how we often think words are the only way to show how much someone means to us. But sometimes, the most powerful messages aren’t spoken out loud—they’re felt through someone’s life. My dad’s life was a perfect example of that. His actions and the way he lived spoke louder than words ever could.

My dad wasn’t a man of many speeches, but he showed love through his kindness, patience, and hard work. He taught me what it truly means to be strong, to be honest, and to care for others. Even when he wasn’t around to say “I love you,” I could see it in the way he treated people, in the sacrifices he made for his family, and in the quiet strength he carried every day.

Sometimes, I feel like I missed out on hearing more of his stories or advice. But I realize now that his life was a message—one of integrity, faith, and unconditional love. His actions echoed in my heart long after he was gone, reminding me of what really matters in life.

If you’re missing someone right now, I want you to remember that words aren’t the only way to connect. The love, lessons, and memories we carry in our hearts are just as powerful. Our loved ones continue to speak to us through their actions and the way they lived their lives.

So, even if I can’t talk to my dad right now, I know his life’s example still speaks loudly to me. And I believe that, someday, we’ll be able to speak again—beyond words, in a place where love never fades.

Until then, I’ll hold onto the lessons he left behind and cherish the memories that remind me of the incredible person he was. Because sometimes, the most meaningful words are spoken through a life well-lived.

**The Journey to Being Truly Captivated by Jesus**

Have you ever felt so moved by someone’s love that everything else fades away? That’s what it means to be truly captivated by Jesus. When our hearts are completely focused on Him, our lives begin to change. His grace becomes the center of our thoughts, and His love fills us with hope and joy.

Being captivated by Jesus isn’t just about knowing who He is; it’s about allowing His presence to transform us from the inside out. It means listening to His voice, trusting His plan, and wanting others to experience His love too. When we are truly captivated, our actions reflect His kindness, humility, and compassion.

But sometimes, life makes it hard to keep that focus. We get distracted by worries, doubts, or even the chaos around us. Still, the desire to be fully captivated by Jesus remains. It’s a longing to see His love shine through us and touch everyone we meet.

So, I ask myself and you—are we truly captivated by Jesus? If so, our lives will show it. And maybe, just maybe, one day, all of us will be so drawn to Him that His love changes the world around us. Until then, let’s keep seeking, praying, and opening our hearts to be truly captivated by Jesus’s eternal love.

When the Journey Breaks You—But the Rock Holds You

Not every trial in life sends me to rock bottom. Some days, I face tough moments and still find a way to smile, to hope, to keep going.

But then there are trials that hit harder. The ones that knock the wind out of me. The ones that bring me to my knees and leave me feeling like I’ve got nothing left to stand on. That’s when I find myself at rock bottom.

And strangely, that’s where something holy happens.

"Because sometimes it takes hitting rock bottom for Jesus to show us He is the Rock at the bottom"—the foundation that never shifts, never breaks, and never leaves.

When all the noise is gone, when the distractions fade, and when I’ve run out of strength, I finally see that He’s been there all along. Holding me. Waiting for me. Ready to lift me.

The trial didn’t ruin me. It revealed Him.

Jesus isn’t just near in the good times—He’s at the very bottom of our lowest places. And that changes everything.

“He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along.” —Psalm 40:2 (NLT)

So if you're there now—in that low, heavy place—look again. There’s a Rock underneath you. And His name is Jesus.

The Journey of Trusting God

There are days when life feels heavy—when questions go unanswered and nothing seems to make sense. In those moments, I’ve had to remind myself of one simple truth: God knows more than I do.

It’s not easy giving up control. I like to have a plan, a reason, and a way forward. But faith means I don’t have to have it all figured out. Faith says, “God, I trust You even when I don’t understand.”

God sees the full picture of my life, while I only see one small piece. When I’m overwhelmed by fear or uncertainty, He gently invites me to hand it all over—my doubts, my pain, my dreams. And every time I do, I find peace I can’t explain.

I’ve learned that the safest place for my life is in God’s hands. He walks with me through my questions. He holds me close through my suffering. And He lovingly leads me along the path He’s prepared—even if I can’t see where it ends.

He has never failed me. He has never left me. And He won’t start now.

So I choose to trust Him—one step, one day, one breath at a time.

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want… He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.” – Psalm 23:1,3

A Sunday Journey to Grandma’s House

There was something magical about Sunday afternoons at Grandma’s house.

It didn’t matter how busy the week had been or how much homework was waiting—I always looked forward to those few hours like they were the best part of life. The moment we pulled into her driveway, it felt like time slowed down.

Grandma would be waiting at the door, apron on, arms wide open, smelling like homemade biscuits. The house always smelled like comfort—chicken, fresh rolls, and something sweet cooling on the counter. We never had to wonder what was for dinner. The answer was always, “Come in and see.”

After we ate (always too much), the grown-ups would talk in the living room while we kids ended up outside—barefoot in the grass, playing tag or just swinging on the old porch swing. 

Grandma’s house didn’t have all the latest things, but it had what mattered most—warmth, laughter, and the kind of peace you can’t explain but you feel deep in your bones.

Looking back now, I realize it wasn’t just about the food or the fun. It was the feeling of being known, loved, and welcomed. It was family in its purest form.

Sunday afternoons at Grandma’s were more than a tradition. They were memories being stitched into the fabric of who we are.

A Journey of Unexpected Grace

It’s easy to assume that Jesus would choose the best and the brightest to reveal Himself to first. A religious leader, maybe. Someone well-respected. But that’s not what He did.

Instead, He chose a woman.

Not just any woman—one who had been rejected by her own people. She came to the well alone in the heat of the day, probably because it was easier than facing their stares. Her past was messy. Her heart likely heavy. But it was there, in that quiet, lonely moment, that Jesus met her. And not just to say hello. He revealed who He truly was—the Messiah. Before He told anyone else that plainly, He told her.

Why?

Because that’s who Jesus is.

He meets us in our brokenness. He doesn't wait until we’re polished and presentable. He sees value in the unseen. He speaks truth to the heart that’s hiding. And He chooses those who feel unworthy to carry His story.

That day at the well wasn’t just about water. It was about grace. About being fully known and still fully loved.

Jesus saw her—and He sees you.

He knows the shame, the regrets, the reasons you keep to yourself. And still, He shows up—not to shame you, but to save you. Not to turn away, but to draw near.

Because the journey of faith often starts in unexpected places with unexpected people. And the ones who know they need Him most are often the first to truly see who He is.

“Then Jesus declared, ‘I, the one speaking to you—I am He.’” – John 4:26

Creation Whispers God’s Name: A Journey of Trust

 

I See God’s Creation — Why Do I Still Doubt?

Sometimes, I just stop and look around. The sky is wide and full of light. Trees stand tall, stretching their arms toward heaven. Birds fly with grace, and flowers bloom in colors too perfect to describe. It’s all right in front of me — God's creation.

And then a thought hits me:
If God could speak all of this into existence, why do I doubt He can do miracles for me?

The same voice that said, “Let there be light,” also speaks into my life. The same hands that shaped the mountains also hold me when I’m afraid. But when things get hard, when prayers seem unanswered, I forget. I doubt. I feel small.

But looking at the beauty around me reminds me: He is powerful. He is present. And He is personal. If He can design an entire universe, He can still write something beautiful in my life too — even when I don’t see it yet.

So today, I choose to trust again. Because creation reminds me: God can. God does. God will.

The Journey Begins With the Soil

 

You can have the best seed—full of life, purpose, and potential. You can water it faithfully, give it light, and speak words of encouragement over it.

But if the soil is hard, rocky, or full of thorns… it won’t grow.

Jesus told a story just like this in Matthew 13—the parable of the sower. The same seed was scattered, but only one type of soil allowed it to grow and bear fruit.

The seed was never the problem.

The water wasn’t missing.

It was the condition of the soil.

And in our lives, that soil is our heart.

Sometimes, we wonder why God’s Word doesn’t seem to be working. We hear sermons. We pray. We try. But if our hearts are cluttered with bitterness, pride, distraction, or fear—it can keep truth from taking root.

God isn’t looking for perfection. He’s looking for a heart that’s soft, open, and ready to receive. A heart willing to be tilled, even if it hurts a little. A heart ready to grow.

So before you question the seed… check the soil.

God is ready to plant something beautiful. Let Him have the ground to work with.

The Journey to His Nearness: Where My Good Begins

There’s a quiet kind of comfort in knowing you’re not alone.

Psalm 73:28 says, “But as for me, it is good to be near God.”

Those words remind me that God’s presence isn’t just a nice idea—it’s my safety, my strength, and my hope.

I’ve felt it in the middle of a doctor’s office waiting room, unsure of the outcome.
I’ve felt it on tear-stained pillows, when sleep wouldn’t come and neither would peace.
I’ve felt it when I whispered, “Lord, I don’t understand,” and somehow still felt held.

The nearness of God doesn’t always change my situation—but it changes me.
It stills my racing heart.
It quiets my fear.
It reminds me that even here—especially here—He is close.

And His closeness?
That’s not just comforting.
It’s good.

So no matter what today holds, keep drawing near.
Because where He is—that’s where our good begins.

Even With a Broken Heart — The Journey Still Matters

Some days, I carry more than just the schedule, the smiles, and the Sunday expectations. Some days, I carry heartbreak. Not just my own—but the deep ache of others walking through divorce, sickness, grief, and disappointment. The kind of pain that lingers long after the prayers are spoken and the church doors close.

It’s not always just my burden I carry. It’s the whispered prayer requests, the tearful hugs after service, the silent messages asking for help. It’s the ache of people who feel unseen, and somehow, I tuck their pain into my own heart too.

And then there are the wounds no one warns you about—the ones that come from inside the church. The ones that feel like betrayal. When someone you called “family” turns away. When assumptions are made, and rumors whisper louder than the truth ever gets to speak. When people gossip instead of asking the source, and choose distance instead of grace. And even when they ask the source, their hearts have already decided—choosing gossip over grace, assumption over understanding. It’s hard to grasp why they turn from someone who still loves them and still prays for God's protection and blessings over them. I’ve learned that leaning on God isn’t just a spiritual phrase—it’s survival.

Because some nights, the tears fall when no one’s watching. Some Sundays, the spotlight feels more like a microscope. And some prayers feel too broken to leave your lips—but God still hears them. He sees the unseen. He counts every tear. He comes close, especially when no one else does.

So today, I’m praying.
For those who misunderstand.
For the ones who assume the worst instead of asking.
For the ones who gossip but never listen.
And I’m praying with love—not bitterness—because I still care. I still love. I still hope.

To the pastors' wives, ministry leaders, and silent servants—
You are not alone.
Your heart matters.
Your tears are not wasted.
And your quiet faithfulness? It’s noticed by Heaven.

Even with a broken heart, I’ll keep walking.
Because I know the Healer walks with me.
And even when I feel misunderstood or unseen—He sees.
He knows.
And He’s still building something beautiful, even in the places where we’ve been broken.

The Hidden Journey

 

In just the last four days, I’ve heard about three people who have taken their own lives and one failed attempt.

Three lives taken from this world!!!!!! Let that sink in, three lives in the last four days!

It breaks my heart. It shakes something deep inside of me. It keeps me up at night wandering could we as Christians been more present. And it makes me ask a hard, uncomfortable question:
What am I and my fellow believers (church) doing to help prevent this?

We gather. We sing. We shake hands. We say, “I’ll pray for you.”
But behind too many smiles are silent screams. Behind polished Sunday looks are people falling apart on the inside.

Sometimes, we’re so focused on behavior, we miss the brokenness. We don’t see the signs. Or worse—when someone does speak up—we rush to fix them with a verse instead of sitting in the pain with them.
Yes, share the Gospel—please do. But don’t forget, people want to know we care. Really care. Sit with them through it. 
They’re not looking for a sermon in their suffering. They’re looking for a hand to hold, a heart that listens, and a presence that stays.

Jesus didn’t run from hurting people. He drew near. He wept. He noticed.

So I wonder…

Are we really being the hands and feet of Jesus to those battling depression, trauma, or suicidal thoughts?

Are we offering real community, or just casual conversation?
Are we teaching people it’s okay to say, “I’m not okay”?
Are we making the Church a safe place to struggle?

Are we reaching out—or are we just talking behind their backs?
Are we truly loving people—or just commenting on their pain from a distance?

And what’s even more heartbreaking is this:
There is always another opinion or another judgment to a social media post such as this or even this blog —but they still won’t see the urgency.
Still won’t feel the weight of what’s happening all around us.

This is not the time for commentary. This is a time for compassion.

The enemy works hard to isolate and lie.
The Church must work harder to love and listen.

We can’t afford to keep pretending. Souls are at stake.
If someone near you seems different—quieter, distant—reach out.
Don’t wait. Don’t assume someone else will.

This is a wake-up call.

Let it shake us. Let it move us. Let it change the way we care.

Shame on me!! Shame on you!! Shame on us!!

Because three lives in four days is three too many.
And tomorrow, it could be someone I love, you love. 

Let’s be the Church that sees people.
That sits with them.
That speaks life over them.

Let’s be the one that helps people believe there’s something worth staying for—a reason to hope, a future worth living for.

The Journey We’re On—Already Good, Yet Greater Things Await

We’ve all heard it said—“The best is yet to come.” It’s a phrase that brings comfort. Hope. A gentle push to keep going. But here’s the question… are we actively walking toward the best, or are we just sitting still, hoping it shows up?

Sometimes, we treat God's promises like waiting at a bus stop—doing nothing, just hoping the next big thing rolls by. But faith isn’t passive. It’s trust in motion. It's praying, moving, listening, and obeying—even when the road ahead is blurry.

The best God has for us isn’t just about what’s next—it’s also about what’s happening now. The quiet moments. The stretching seasons. The hard decisions. All of it is shaping us for the promise.

So yes, friend, the best is yet to come—but don’t miss what God is doing while you wait. Take the next step, even if it’s small. Stay faithful, even when it’s hard. Because the best often grows in the soil of obedience.

And when you keep moving with Him?

You won’t just find the best—you’ll become it.

Your Journey was Never Meant to be Just Okay

 Somewhere along the way, many of us started settling.

We tell ourselves, “This is fine.”
“My life is okay.”
“My faith is okay.”
“My joy… okay enough.”

But deep down, we know something's missing.

We weren’t made for “just okay.”
We were made for purpose.
For passion.
For peace that runs deeper than a checklist life.

Sometimes we settle because we’re tired.
Other times, we’re scared of failing—or of hoping.
But God never called us to a life of just surviving.
He calls us to life abundant (John 10:10).

Yes, the road can be hard. Yes, there are valleys.
But in Christ, there’s more than just getting by.
There’s growth. There’s joy. There’s strength.
And there’s a calling on your life too important to live it half-awake.

So let this be your reminder:
You don’t have to settle for just okay.

You were made for more.

The Journey of How We See Things

 

Some people can be given a field full of roses and only notice the thorns.

Others might be handed a single weed—and still see the beauty in its bloom.

It’s all about perception.

The way we view life doesn’t just affect our thoughts—it affects our joy. Our peace. Our gratitude.

One person sees a rainy day and feels stuck, discouraged.
Another sees a moment to rest, reflect, and breathe.
One sees failure.
Another sees growth.
One focuses on what’s lost.
Another gives thanks for what’s left.

Gratitude is not born from perfection.
It grows in the cracks of real life—
In the pain, the waiting, the uncertainty.
It grows when we choose to look again… and see differently.

Because joy isn’t about what we have.
It’s about what we see, and how we see it.

So today, slow down.
Look beyond the surface.
Maybe your life isn’t what you hoped for right now. Maybe it feels heavy, or hollow.

But even in this, there is something worth noticing.
A small grace. A quiet beauty. A reason to whisper, thank You.

You may not be standing in a garden, but if you’re willing to look—
You just might find a wildflower.

The Journey of Mercy — When the Stones Stayed on the Ground

 

I saw this caption the other day:

“The only one qualified to throw a stone … didn’t.”

And it stopped me in my tracks.

Because it’s true.
Jesus—the only One without sin, the only One who had every right to judge—chose not to.

A woman caught in the act of adultery. They drag her into the temple courts. Not to restore her. Not to help her. But to make an example of her. She is ashamed, terrified, and trembling as they demand, “Shouldn’t we stone her, Jesus? That’s what the law says.”

And then… silence.
He kneels down and writes in the dirt.
No one knows exactly what He wrote.
But His answer echoes through time:

"Let the one who is without sin cast the first stone."

And slowly, one by one, they drop the rocks and walk away.

Jesus—who could have thrown the stone—looked at her and said,
"Where are your accusers? Neither do I condemn you. Go and sin no more."

That’s why He didn’t throw the stone.
Because His mission wasn’t to crush people—it was to save them.
His heart wasn’t to shame—but to restore.

He didn’t overlook sin. He never does.
But He looked deeper—at the soul beneath the failure.
He saw the whole story, not just the worst chapter.

So maybe today you feel like that woman.
Exposed. Guilty. Judged.
Maybe others have already picked up their stones.
Maybe you’ve picked up a few yourself.

But hear this:

The only person who had the right to condemn you… didn’t.
He offered grace instead.

So if Jesus dropped the stone, why are we still throwing them?

Let’s walk with mercy. Let’s see people—not just their mistakes.
Let’s be the ones who step in with kindness not the one who is ready to accuse.

Because the journey of mercy is the one that looks most like Jesus.
And someone out there needs to know: they’re not too far gone for grace.
Not today. Not ever.

The Journey’s End: Now She Sits with Jesus

I sat quietly today, thinking about someone I love who stepped into eternity a few days ago. The ache of missing our loved ones are heavy — but there’s also a strange peace today. Because I know she is with Jesus.

I found myself wondering… what do we call Him there?

Down here, we say Jesus. We call Him Lord, Savior, Friend, Redeemer, King of Kings. Each name holds meaning. Each one has comforted us in life’s deepest valleys.

But in Heaven—do our lips tremble with awe when we say His name? Do we fall to our knees when we whisper it? Do we call Him by the name that angels sing or the one that stirs our soul when we worship?

Maybe we’ll fall down and say, “Holy.”
Maybe we’ll whisper, “Jesus.”
Maybe our hearts will cry out, “Worthy is the Lamb.”

Whatever the name… we’ll speak it in awe, in love, and in worship. And He will know it’s us.

For now, we hold onto the names we know.
But I know this—my loved one is home. She has already seen my Lovely Lord. 
And whatever name she now calls Him, she speaks it with joy, healed, whole, and forever held.

And one day… I will get to say it to........

My Journey to the One Who Never Lets Go

 Life can feel like a battle sometimes. You’re trying to hold it all together—your family, your job, your emotions—but deep down, you’re tired. You wonder if you're doing enough. If you're strong enough. 

But there’s good news: You don’t have to fight alone.

Don't forget the story of Moses in Exodus 17.  As long as Moses held his hands up to God, they kept winning the battle. When he got tired, his friends helped him keep his hands raised. After the victory, Moses called God Jehovah Nissi—“The Lord is my Banner.”

A banner is something lifted high so everyone can see it. It’s a sign of victory, hope, and identity. And right now, God is waving His banner over you.

He’s holding it high in the air, reminding you:
“I’m with you. Keep your eyes on Me.”

He’s giving you hope when you feel hopeless.
Courage when you're afraid.
Peace when everything feels uncertain.

Even when life is hard.
Even when the fight feels long.
Even when you feel weak...

Jehovah Nissi is still your banner.
You are not forgotten.
You are not failing.
You are led and loved by a God who never stops fighting for you.

So take a breath.
Look up.
See the banner waving.
And remember—the One who leads you has already claimed the victory.

I choose to lift my eyes and run to Jehovah Nissi - the one who lifts a banner over me.

The Journey of Becoming –

 

You don’t have to have it all together to be loved by God.

He’s not waiting for you to be perfect — He’s already working in your heart, shaping you, gently calling you closer, even through the hard days.

When you mess up, He doesn’t walk away.
When you feel unworthy, He whispers, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

Jehovah Mekoddishkem means that God Himself is the one making you holy. Not your effort. Not your performance. Just His love and grace working in you, little by little, day by day.

So if today feels messy…
If your thoughts aren’t what they should be…
If you're tired of trying to be "good enough"…

Let this truth settle your heart:

He’s still sanctifying you. You're still His. You're still becoming.

You’re on a journey — and He walks every step with you.

He is Jehovah Mekoddishkem

"Meh" like "met" - 

"KO" rhymes with "go" - 

"deesh" rhymes with "leash

"kem" like "them" but with a "k"

I CHOOSE TO TRUST AND BELIEVE JEHOVAH MEKODDISHKEM DURING THIS JOURNEY CALLED LIFE!!!

The Journey of Trust — When You Don’t Know What to Do, God Still Provides

When the noise gets loud and the path gets blurry I need a reminder of the one who never changes. This is my reminder:

She had prayed so much already, but now the words wouldn’t come.

It wasn’t that she didn’t believe.
She just didn’t know what else to say.

Then, a stranger came over — with a warm cup of tea and a soft voice. “I don’t know why,” she said, “but I felt like you shouldn’t sit here alone.”

It wasn’t much, but somehow, it was everything.

They sat together.  And in that quiet moment, she felt something change—not the situation, but her heart. She felt peace.

That’s when she remembered: Jehovah Jireh. The Lord who provides.

It reminded her of Abraham and Isaac—how God made a way when it seemed like there was none. God didn’t show up early. He didn’t explain everything. But He showed up right on time.

In that moment, she realized—God wasn’t just going to provide answers. He was already providing comfort. Strength. A reminder that she wasn’t alone.

The road ahead might be hard. But she could walk it, because she knew God was walking with her.

Maybe you’re there too—stuck in a place of waiting or fear. If so, please remember:

God sees you.
He’s with you.
And He’s already working, even if you can’t see it yet.

Jehovah Jireh.
Even now.
Even here.
Even for you

I CHOOSE TO TRUST IN JEHOVAH JIREH - MY PROVIDER

Journey Through the Obstacles

 

Every journey worth taking comes with obstacles.

Sometimes it’s a closed door.
Sometimes it’s a quiet season where nothing seems to move.
Sometimes it’s your own fear whispering that you’re not enough.

But every obstacle is a chance to grow stronger.
Every struggle has the potential to build something in you that comfort never could.

God never promised the road would be smooth. But He did promise to walk with you.

He sees the tears you cry when no one else does.
He knows how heavy the weight feels when you’re trying to do the right thing in a world that keeps pulling the other way.

And He’s not finished with your story.

So don’t give up when it gets hard. Don’t quit when it feels like no one sees the effort you’re putting in. Because this journey—with all its ups and downs—is shaping you into someone stronger, wiser, and more like Christ.

Keep going. Through the obstacles, through the pain, through the doubt. There’s purpose in every step.

When the Journey Feels Endless

Some days, my heart just hurts. Today is one of those days. 

Not because of my own pain, but because I look around and wonder…
Do people even care anymore?

The world moves fast.
We scroll past suffering, silence conviction, soften truth—and when we dare to stand firm, we’re often mocked, judged, or misunderstood.

There’s so much work to do for Christ—lives to reach, love to give, grace to share—
but there’s so little time.

It feels heavy, doesn’t it?

When you know eternity is real…
When you see people chasing comfort over Christ—not pursuing the truth that God reveals—it breaks your heart, because you know eternity is at stake
When the gospel becomes background noise…
You ache.

Because we weren’t made to coast through life.
We were made to carry light into darkness.
To love deeply. To live fully for Jesus.

But here’s the hard truth:
The world may not care.

It may mock your faith.
Ignore your prayers.
Reject your love.

But Jesus does care.
And His Spirit in you still moves—even when it feels like no one’s listening.

So don’t stop.
Don’t grow numb.
Don’t silence the cry in your heart.

If your heart hurts for what hurts His,
you are exactly where you’re supposed to be.

There is still time.
There is still hope.
And even when it feels like no one sees—God does.

So let your heart hurt…
But let it move you to act, love, pray, and keep going.

Because what you do for Christ always matters—even if it hurts, even if your heart aches, it’s worth it in the end.