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.