Faithful Writers

When life spills over the rim, God doesn’t expect you to hold it all together. He steps in as the One who carries what you can’t.

Sometimes holy words fade into background music. Psalm 23 has been read so often we forget to listen. But what if it was re-told in the voice of today’s spoken word? Raw. Real. Unforgettable.

If anyone else talked to me the way I talk to myself, I’d call it abuse. But when it’s my own voice, I pretend it’s “motivation.”

When the road stretches longer than you ever imagined, hope can start to flicker. Yet in the long middle, God is still present—teaching, shaping, and walking beside you every step of the way.

And if we stopped yanking this verse out of the middle of a very intimate, emotional conversation — if we actually slowed down and listened to what was really happening — we might hear something much more human. Much more hopeful. And far more powerful than a doctrinal threat.

The world doesn’t fall apart when you take a nap… It quietly keeps spinning — held together not by your effort, but by His grace.

Yes, there’s judgment. God deals seriously with sin. But I also saw a God who is incredibly patient. Who keeps giving second chances, and third, and fourth. Who rescues people over and over again, even when they keep running away.

Pain, grief, betrayal, exhaustion — Jesus knows it all firsthand. Not because He’s omniscient, but because He lived it. That’s what makes this personal.

Faith isn’t fast food. Learn why Christian perseverance requires slow, steady growth — the kind of faith that deepens roots, resists shortcuts, and endures for a lifetime.

Jesus never called perfect people. He built His kingdom through messy, flawed, everyday people — a reminder that there’s grace for the broken.

When Jesus cried ‘It is finished,’ He wasn’t giving up — He was declaring that sin’s debt was canceled, the law fulfilled, and death defeated. Those words still echo today: freedom is real, forgiveness is secure, and your acceptance before God is settled forever.

Spiritual maturity isn’t about stacking up theological bricks until you build an impenetrable wall. It’s more like planting a garden: alive, unpredictable, and in constant need of tending. Gardens change with the seasons. So does faith.

When I finally slowed down to read whole sections — sometimes whole books at a time — it hit me: this is a story. A messy, winding, human story about people trying to follow God.

I discovered, slowly and a bit painfully, that in some ways — many ways actually — the church can prevent you from growing. Not because everyone in it is bad, or because God has abandoned the place…but because institutions have a way of drifting from their first love.

Worry never actually fixes anything, but we keep doing it like it’s our job, don’t we? Jesus talked about this and shared several practical solutions. They’re not deep theology. Just real, day-to-day stuff.

Jesus never said, “Y’all go defend me online like I’m in witness protection.” He just said, “Follow me.” That’s it. Follow me. He didn’t need a hype man or a bodyguard. He needed people who lived in such a way that others saw something different — not louder, not meaner, not smug. Different.

Now, you might be saying, “If you know the tips, how do you fall to the bottom of the well?” Because it’s not magic. We’re all living real life here and — for whatever reasons — I’m sometimes tripped up along the way.

The Bible isn’t dead ink. Not because the pages themselves are like a magic potion. But because they have the ability to inspire the reader to living a wise life. There are lines in Scripture I’ve read a hundred times. But then one day, in the middle of a mess, or a moment of quiet, or a hard conversation with God, I’ll read that same line again — and it lands different. It breathes.

How I went from begging for answers to noticing the grace that was there all along

When the Psalmist wrote, “The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord,” he didn’t say that they’re hard to find, specific steps.” There’s wiggle room. There’s grace. There’s space to learn as you go. God doesn’t yank the rug out every time you hesitate.

They slapped religion on their thrones, not because they loved God, but because it kept the people in line. Faith became their favorite leash. And sadly, America is still repeating it.

I’d feel bad if I skipped a day. Worse if I missed two. By day three, I was convinced God was giving me the silent treatment and I’d better double up on devotions just to get back in His good graces.

I didn’t walk away from faith — but I did start asking harder questions. And wouldn’t you know it, that’s when something deeper began to grow.

We’ve built entire sermons around words Jesus never spoke. It’s time we stop preaching a misquote and start living the truth.