I was telling him how, in this season, I deeply desire to grow in relationship with people I’m called to covenant with. People who will be in my life not just as friends, but as people assigned to me and I to them. Those are the relationships I’m praying into right now.

I can confidently say I know a few people in my life who are that to me. There are certain people I’m assigned to. Some for a season. Some for a lifetime. But there’s something spiritually different when I get around and interact with them. I can’t explain it in full, but I’m learning about it.

David and Jonathan are a great example in the Word. As the Bible puts it:

“the soul of Jonathan was knit to the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul.”

1 Samuel 18:1

That’s the depth of relationship I desire for my life. I don’t need a lot, and I have some developing now. But there are some people I know are out there that I haven’t met yet.

I explained that to him (contextually, I also mentioned how I desire to grow my relationship with my Pastor) and asked, “How do you develop that kind of relationship?”

Among other things, he said something that I haven’t stopped hearing since he said it:

“You gotta know that people are interested in you.”

In that moment, I zoomed out and thought about interactions I’ve had with people and how the idea of them being interested in me wasn’t even possible.

Suddenly, I was confronted with a lie that I didn’t know I believed but that clearly influenced my view of myself.

I didn’t think anyone was interested in me.

I thought people wanted to hear my stories. I thought I was entertaining to be around. I thought I was a good ear to listen. I thought I carried wisdom. I thought a lot of things about why people wanted me in their lives.

But I didn’t think anyone was interested in me.

And it’s affected how I do relationships.

In friendship, I’m hesitant to open up even if I trust the person deeply. I need assurance that they want to hear it because, if not, I’ll handle it myself and that’s genuinely okay. Even the part of me that is sad you didn’t want to hear it would quickly be dispelled by the justification of your own life and problems. Mine are far less interesting.

At least that’s what I believed.

In dating and romantic connections, I’m skeptical but called it discernment. Someone taking an interest in me sets off red alerts until I know why.

Am I just a means to reach your goal of marriage? Do you want to use my platform? Are you just tryna get in my pants? Ain’t no way you find me attractive. How can you even know you’re interested? Why would you want to get to know me?

All thoughts I’ve had.

But under all that, I couldn’t conceive of a reality where someone was just interested in me based on what they’d seen. I’ve probably fumbled some cool connections because of it.

With spiritual leadership, it showed up as a wall decorated with “honor.”

He’s probably too busy to meet.Someone else’s problems are much more important and urgent than mine. This is minor. I can figure it out. They don’t have time for me right now.

Again, it was inconceivable that my leaders wanted to get to know me. In my mind, I was just another servant of the church.

They didn’t tell me that.

The lie did.

With God, my prayers don’t get sent up unless I have a task or something to pray into for me to do. It’s harder for me to sit with Him because I didn’t believe the God of all creation was interested in me. He’s got so much going on. I couldn’t believe God just wanted to sit with me because He was interested in me.

All that undoing is going to take a while, but the lie doesn’t have roots anymore simply because someone told me the truth:

People are interested in me.

God is interested in me.

Not for what I do.

But for me.

Lies that have a mountain of evidence are still lies. I can point to where I was rejected. I can point to where I was talked over. I can point to where I was abandoned. I can point to where people ignored me. That doesn’t make it truth. If I’m building a case against myself, experience is the easiest thing to twist to solidify it because I have the freedom to make assumptions that support my view rather than looking at God’s truth of the matter or the other side of the story. All a lie needs is an experience and an assumption to become legitimate in your mind.

And now it’s become a stronghold.

I couldn’t have seen this lie dug so deeply into my heart outside of the power of the Holy Spirit and the Godly community He’s gifted me. But now that it’s been revealed, it’s my job to walk in the truth. And He’s given me strength for that too. A lie that you can live with is still a lie and a lie is bondage. As Jesus said in John 8:32:

“and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”

To live in the truth about what God says about you is to live in the freedom Christ paid for.

If there is a lie so deeply entrenched in your heart and God reveals it, flood it with the Word of God. Allow God to reveal the systems that stronghold set up that prevented you from seeing truth: Attack it with the Word. Ultimately, the lie prevented me from seeing God as a friend. No good friend isn’t interested and invested in their friend’s life. He’s the perfect one. Of course He cares about me. I was His friend. But was He mine?

He always was.

I’m just beginning to believe it now.

The lies that shape your view are the very ones God desires to destroy with the truth.

In closing, I want to pray for those who desire to go deeper with God and people but can’t seem to get past a certain point.

I pray this blesses you. Take it and make it personal if it helps as well. 🤞🏾

Father God, in the name of Jesus,

Thank You for being a friend and a Father. Thank You that You know us intimately. Thank You that You are never unaware of us.

Lord, there are lies that we believe about ourselves that are contrary to what You say about us, and they shape our view of You and the people around us. Lord, show us those lies. Show us the lies we believe and replace them with Your truth. Every stronghold in my mind preventing me from knowing You deeper must come down in the name of Jesus. We need to see You well to even see ourselves well. So open the eyes of our hearts that we may see You well. And may that reveal to us the places where we’ve carried unbelief and lies.

Thank You for Your Spirit at work in us, willing us toward You.

We love You and we honor You.

Thank You for helping us see the truth through Jesus.

In the mighty name of Jesus,

Amen.

May the lies that informed our past be put to shame by the truth we live in from here on out.

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You pictured me as a 2x olympian, with a law degree, married to {redacted} with a kid or two, living in the states at this point.

Yeah … None of those things happened. Thank God because you would’ve been unbearable if it all happened lol

You quit running track about the same time as you dropped out of school. You’ve done a couple credits here and there but you never committed in full to school again.

America got a lil crazy. A lot crazy actually. You might end up there one day but your 20s were not the time for that.

You lived in Toronto for while actually. The whole family moved there actually. Except your brother. He stayed behind. You had fun. But you ended up back in Vancouver by yourself. You are living that apartment life now. Kinda like Uncle Foday. It’s a nice life.

{redacted} got married. Honestly, it’s probably a good thing you two didn’t end up together. You wouldn’t drove each other crazy. God could do anything but if we were left to ourselves? It might’ve been a tragedy. You’ve dated a couple people. You’ve loved a couple people you didn’t end up with. But right now, you’re single and you’re happy and you still want to get married. You’ve wrestled with the desire for marriage with God. But you’re in a place where you hold the desire with joy and trust God to fulfill it.

You’re a full blown Jesus kid now. You remember how full you used to feel in services when the Holy Ghost made Himself manifest? It’s like that everyday. I’m so in love with Jesus. You rededicated your life to the Lord on January 1, 2023 and he’s helped you everyday be more like him. He helped us stop getting drunk. You actually stopped drinking all together. You stopped watching porn too. It’s been 4 years. I know you’ve done some stuff that you’re not proud of. But God restored your purity.

You go to church now. Like every week. You serve too. Every week. Both services. All services. You’re a director of a ministry too. Crazy right? You’re walking in dad’s footsteps. Not at Calvary either. You go a small church with an American pastor who actually pastors you. You sang on the worship team. He healed the church hurt in church. The community is amazing. You got some amazing friends. You and Bamoh are still tight. Khalil is still your dawg. You added more friends that have changed your life. You don’t know most of them but I promise, they will change your life. You know what’s crazy? Paul and you became the closest out of the studio crew. Y’all go to church together now too! God really did his big one with your people.

You still do Christian music. It’s just under your name now. You went all the way in on secular music but you came home. Theme of your story. You made it home.

You love your name now too.

I know you well enough to know you’re wondering how we got here. But I also know you well enough to know you’re asking if we’re good.

We’re better than good. We found ourselves.

The underlying insecurity of not feeling desirable? Jesus healed that.

The never ending condemnation masked as the drive to be better? God gave us identity.

The feeling of never being good enough or there’s always someone better? The Holy Spirit worked it out

I’m you. But the real you. The one He created us to be.

We got a lot of work to do. But we’re also exactly where we need to be.

Here’s 30 things we’ve learned now that we’re 30. A 30 for 30 since I know you love those:

1. Love in full. Someone who is seasonal deserves the same love as someone who’s around for a lifetime. Love given is never wasted. Don’t leave love on the table. You’ll regret it.

2. You’re not going to be good at everything right away. You’re missing out on learning about yourself always running to what you’re good at.

3. You don’t have to shrink in a room because your presence is big. God set you up that way. Take up space. The room is empty without it.

4. Your mom and dad are right about you 98% of the time. Please listen to them.

5. Own the fact that your heart is big then guard it well. You can’t guard your heart pretending it’s the size of someone else’s. Don’t pretend with people. Just be wise about who can hold it

6. You’re not above any emotion. There’s no shame in something you cared about effecting you deeply. Trying to avoid it caps you as a partner and friend.

7. You don’t have to master every interest. Find some things you’re a casual consumer and participator in. It’s not everyday be the best. Some things are meant to be enjoyed in moments without mastery being the goal.

8. Failure is not as devastating as you think. You we’re never going to have a flawless record on earth. Some things will work. Some things won’t. Some of it will be your fault. Some of it will be out of your control. All of it is working together for your good. Resilience will be a key to being the man you want to become.

9. Receiving gifts is as much a part of being a generous person as giving them.

10. Passion doesn’t determine direction. You’re a passionate person. If you don’t know how to steward it, you’ll become directionless. Learn to harnass your passion. Prayer helps with that.

11. Be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger.

12. No one else has to be doing it around you for it be the thing God is telling you to do.

13. Fruit will always matter more than instantaneous impact.

14. Performing doesn’t just happen on stage. Every time you care about what people think more than what God does and adjust to that, you perform.

15. Rest isn’t a reward. It’s necessary.

16. Someone can love you deeply and never choose you. That doesn’t make them a villain.

17. Give forgiveness to everyone. Give access with wisdom.

18. I hate to admit it but what you listen to and what you watch helps shape you. Whether you believe or not, it will influence you if you consistently take in things that go against what you believe in.

19. Your joyful demeanour and reverencing Christ are not opposed. They work hand in hand. Your face doesn’t need to be solemn to take God seriously.

20. Take care of yourself. Wear clothes you like. Get your haircut. Looking good is great for your confidence.

21. Not every woman you like has to end in marriage for it to be fruitful.

22. Resisting standing out makes you stagnant. If you want be all God has called you to be, you’re going to stand out. Let them see you.

23. You learn more about being a man under submission than you will as lone wolf. Listen to your elders. Listen to wise men. Listen to your spiritual leaders. They know things that you need to know. Listen. Your manhood isn’t threatened by it. Pride is doing nothing for your growth

24. Pick a day to clean your space and commit to it. You’d be surprised how much of your mental is connected to your space.

25. You don’t have to prove anyone wrong or anyone right. You have to be obedient to God. They’re thoughts aren’t worth anything compared to the Lord’s.

26. Your intentions do not determine your impact. Your actions are more influenced by your character than your intention. If you want to grow, stop giving intentions as much weight as action.

27. People will leave you. Don’t let it trick you into thinking you’re alone. There’s so much affection around you and you’ll miss it chasing it from a person you no longer have it from. God never will leave. He’s always there. And He’s willing to prove it.

28. You never arrive. This life is a series of walking to milestones that actually begin a new leg of the journey. Build altars at the markers but never sit there too long. There’s still so much to see.

29. Pray constantly. Worship with everything. Read the word. Sit with God. Abide with Him.

30. Every, and I mean everything, you’re looking for is found in Jesus.

I know you thought this was the decade you’d accomplish a lot. You did accomplish a lot. You wrote an album. You moved out on your own. You’ve worked for some incredible companies. You’ve grown a following. You’ve launched businesses. You’ve done so much. But your 20s was more like the middle than mountaintop. At 30, I can tell you we found who we are and we’re secure in that. I can tell you that all that we want to accomplish isn’t to prove we are who we think we are, it’s because we know that’s what we’ll do to bring God glory.

I want you to know the urgency you feel to accomplish everything now isn’t healthy. The feeling like a failure so young is actually a trick of the enemy. You have so far to go. I want you to know there’s always hope. I want you to know weeping doesn’t last. I want you know that God was intentional when He made you. Your height, your voice, your personality, your skin, you. Everything was intention, purposeful and beautiful.

I love you, Adeyemi. Thank you for never giving up on you. I’m not the man I am without you being the kid you are.

You made it to 30, whole.

Happy Birthday ❤️‍🔥

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It caught my attention in a way very few posts have. It’s not something I haven’t heard before. I might’ve even said it myself at some point and if not, I definitely have held the sentiment.

But reading it this time, I read it differently.

I scrolled through the replies.

There are more replies of believers sharing the same sentiment. People are wicked, and God flooding the earth makes sense when you see the state of it.

But here’s the catch:

They didn’t include themselves in those who would be flooded.

The alphabet community. These mfs. Them.

Not us.

Them.

As I was reading through, I heard a question.

If God looked at the earth today and had the same feelings of regret and grief, who would He call righteous and blameless in the midst of that? Who would find favour in His eyes? Whose family would He trust to preserve His image and likeness?

Would it be you?

No.

None of us would’ve made it on the Ark.

The evidence is in our delayed obedience and our abuse of grace.

The evidence is our constant need to repent.

The evidence is the cross Jesus died on for us.

8 people got on the Ark in Genesis 7 on account of one man’s righteousness. Noah’s righteousness was only enough to preserve 8 people. Noah alone was blameless before the Lord. But how many others thought they were? How many people thought they were atoned for because of sacrifices?

God sent the flood because of human wickedness. In a world where the news gets darker every day, the promise of the coming of Jesus becomes more and more exciting. To be away from the darkness consuming this world and the principalities in high places. But you cannot deceive yourself into believing that you do not carry the same condition as the rest of the people on earth.

Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity,

and in sin did my mother conceive me.

Psalm 51:5

All of us have sinned. The deceit comes when you begin to assign God’s wrath to the depth of which you perceive wickedness. Sin is non-comparable because God is Holy. Anything short of God’s holiness deserves death. If you’ve sinned against God, you should not be allowed in His presence, and at some point or another, we have all done something to deserve to be swept up by the flood and swallowed up into the earth. It is not just “them.”

It is us as well.

And that is what makes the gospel so beautiful.

Noah wasn’t allowed to bring anyone but family on the ark.

We get to bring everyone we know to the knowledge of Christ.

The next time you perceive the darkness of man, know that by the blood of Jesus, you are justified. Pray for those who are lost. Pray for the depravity you see. Pray for the lawlessness and wickedness.

But do not think yourself so proud as to believe you do not deserve His wrath. This is His grace and mercy.

Calling for a flood is calling for your wrath too.

We wouldn’t have made it on the ark, and thank the Lord we don’t have to.

Thanks to Jesus, no one has to be swept away.

When you remember that you have been saved from the very fate that others are destined for, not by your doing but by His love, you can begin to share His desire.

That all come to repentance.

Kill the pride.

There’s souls on the line.

Don’t see the justification for a flood without seeing the need for a Saviour.

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As the platform grew, things started to happen that went far beyond what I was ready for. I got recognized in real life, and that shook me. In churches I visited, in the airport, on a walk in Toronto. It’s not as fun as people describe. It’s surreal, actually. People would message me and say they used a video to help their devotion time or help lead a bible study. It’s just shook me. The little TikTok thing me & God were doing was having an impact off the net. That’s amazing. Also scary.

This was more than a fun hobby. It was a responsibility.

Somewhere along the way, all of it went from excitement to labour. The video views dropped, and the lives weren’t reaching a lot of people. I was overthinking everything to the point I would stop myself from posting videos and justify myself by calling it wisdom. Then the algorithm changed. Now I have to strategize how to reach my audience. Then I started cross-posting. Now I have to optimize for the different platforms so the views don’t get squashed. Then it was something else and another thing and one other thing to consider. Content creation wasn’t a fun tool to spread the gospel, it was a full-blown side hustle I wasn’t getting paid for. And yet, God still moved.

As more time passed and frustration with lack of growth came, it wasn’t just labour. It became dreadful. I dreaded it. I dreaded posting. I dreaded editing. I dreaded the reaction. I dreaded the DMs. I dreaded the attacks from the enemy after God moved in a tangible way. I dreaded the comparisons. I dreaded it all. My heart became resentful. It just didn’t make any sense anymore. Nothing was working. Everything felt burdensome and I was discouraged.

Outside of content, blessings in real life started coming in. New apartment at the start of the year. New job in April. Became a director of a ministry at church. It all came with responsibility. So I told myself I had even less time for social media. I need to be a good steward of these blessings. Which was true. But when did I forget a platform to share the gospel wasn’t a blessing too?

So I declared that I needed a break and I took it in the name of real-life responsibilities & rest.

I deleted all the social media apps on my phone and told myself I wouldn’t be on social media for a while. I wasn’t sure how long, but I knew I needed a break. I surprised myself with how much I enjoyed being away. When I thought of someone, I didn’t check their page, I texted them. When I wanted to see someone, a FaceTime call to make plans was made. If I wanted someone to see something, I sent a picture. I had social capacity again. I’m an extrovert in every sense of the word. I love people, and I love to keep up with people. Social media gave me the ability to do that without ever connecting with the people I was keeping up with. I realized what I thought was me becoming less of a people person was actually me bypassing socializing for scrolling. The minute I got off the apps, I wanted to see folks in real life again, and I loved it.

But the reason I got off the apps was because … I was tired. I was tired of content creation and consumption. I was tired of people’s perception, good and bad. I was tired of checking metrics and trying to figure out the ever-changing algorithms of every app I post on. I was tired of trying to think of something to post when I didn’t have anything. I was tired.

3 weeks in and I felt the nudge to pray about social media. And the prayer was simple

“Lord if you need me on socials, send someone to tell me”

3 days later, I got a call from a good friend of mine who I haven’t spoken to in a while.

Heard you Holy Ghost.

A couple days later, I hear the Lord say loud as can be

“Don’t ever take a break again without asking me first.”

I stood in place. A flood of thoughts entered my mind. But it landed in this one realization.

I never actually asked the Lord if I needed a break.

I was tired, made a decision and slapped Godly language on top to justify to myself and make people believe the Lord led me here. I was running from something God assigned to me because it was hard.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.”

Proverbs 3:5-6 ESV

The danger of weariness is thinking that there are natural means to a spiritual problem. It’s not just simple tiredness. The soul is aching for intimacy with the Lord. That’s why He said, “Come to me all who are tired and all who are weary, and I will give you rest.” Rest is a gift He gives. Drawing near to Him is the access to that gift.

This break didn’t lead me to pray more, read more, sit more. I just didn’t have to think about something heavy anymore. The break was just running.

There are times the Lord calls people away to spend time with Him. Other times people draw near to the Lord to spend time with Him. But in both instances, the Lord is the focus. That wasn’t the case here. I’m tired. I’m dreading. I’m weary. The Lord wasn’t in consideration. I never asked. I never talked to Him about it. I think deep down in my heart, I didn’t want Him to strengthen me for it because that would mean I have to keep going. But that’s the cost of a life surrendered. It was never my platform. It was never my doing. I didn’t do anything special to make all that happened happen.

He breathed on it.

This is His. He makes the call. My job is to obey and abide.

Trying to do His work without prayer is like trying to run a car with no engine. Great to look at. Could be used as a prop. But it can’t do what it was designed to do.

If any of you are doing something that the Lord has called you to and you found yourself tired, weary, discouraged, and everything in between:

Before you take the break, I encourage you to pray. I encourage you to lay your heart out before the Lord and ask Him to hurt you. I encourage you to tell Him how the weariness and tiredness make you want to stop. I encourage you to tell Him that you want to take a break. I encourage you to read the word. I encourage you to go to God council and tell them how you’re feeling. I encourage you to abide with Him.

Go to Him. He’s there for you. Not what you do. He’s more concerned about you than he is about the assignment.

You don’t need a break. You need Him.

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I think the scariest trend on the internet is one of self-diagnosis.

People will post content surrounding a certain disorder or ailment, and because of relatability, others watching will quickly relate and diagnose themselves with the same.

ADHD, ADD, and Autism content have seen a steady rise in the last year, and many people have claimed these for themselves without any formal diagnosis from a medical professional.

That’s scary.

This is not a piece devaluing or dismissing the real effects mental disorders have on people’s lives.

This is for believers who came to a conclusion based on their own findings.

I just want to challenge you with a question.

If God disagreed with your diagnosis, would you believe Him?

The thing about us humans is we crave justification and explanation. We want things to make sense, and we don’t want to be wrong in the explanation. Our inability to focus is much better attributed to ADD than our years of habits we have yet to address. Our quirky personality that we have an insecurity surrounding is much easier explained by Autism than by an intentional design by our creator that we don’t know how to walk in.

It’s not just about disorders. When we say things like “I’m a man at the end of the day” while trying to sleep with a woman who is not your wife, “I just can’t help myself” when reaching for an extra plate that you don’t need, or “this is just the way I am” when you lack the ability to emotionally regulate in a moment, you’re creating a conclusion that settles your heart but doesn’t conform you into the image of Christ.

Sanctification challenges everything not of Him. If it doesn’t look like Christ, it will be challenged.

⁹ The heart is deceitful above all things
and beyond cure.
Who can understand it?

¹⁰ “I the Lord search the heart
and examine the mind,
to reward each person according to their conduct,
according to what their deeds deserve.”

Jeremiah 17:9-10

When you take it upon yourself to assess the state of yourself, you are bound to come to an incorrect conclusion. You don’t know the state of your own heart, mind or soul in full. That’s why David’s prayer is so powerful in Psalm 139.

²³ Search me, God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
²⁴ See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.

Psalm 139:23-24

The acknowledgment that God knows better than me about myself is where God begins His best work in you. Every excuse and rationale for why you are the way you are pale in comparison to the truth God speaks. The answers are often unexpected, but there’s a peace knowing that the God who created me intentionally is revealing truth about me for my betterment and His glory. That’s where maturity happens. God is able to do what you are unable to do. God is able to help you in areas that default responses have run for so long. God can. He is willing. But He won’t fight the idol in your heart that says you know better. He won’t fight you if you disagree with what He says. But you miss the opportunity to walk with Him closer and look more like Him.

I’m not here to say the diagnosis is even false. You may have ADD or ADHD or Autism or some other form of mental disorder. That is a real thing. I highly encourage you to go get diagnosed by a medical professional who specializes in the area you are looking at.

What I’m challenging is how you came to the conclusion independently and why you are so quick to accept the diagnosis as the explanation, especially without the steps to confirm what you believe.

What if He told you it’s not ADHD, you just need to eat better and go to bed on time? What if He told you that this is something passed down in the bloodline that He needs you to fast for? What if He told you you’re dehydrated? What if He told you you cooked your attention span by all the time you spent on your phone?

Would you believe Him or does your conclusion make more sense?

And if the latter, how did you get to where God’s truth makes less sense than you?

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Do y’all remember when Ciara and Russell Wilson got together? It was a big deal in pop culture. Ciara was fresh out of a break-up with Future after the two had a kid together. Russell Wilson had just come off back-to-back Super Bowl appearances, including one win over the Patriots. This discourse was something else. Future fans were defending him, Ciara fans were celebrating her turnaround, and Russ was the subject of some of the craziest parasocial takes I’ve ever seen. Twitter was having a field day with this relational dynamic.

2016 me was fascinated by it, but there was always one question consistently asked that bothered me a little bit.

“What was Ciara’s prayer?”

It bothered me for many different reasons through the years. At first, it was because I had a celebrity crush on Ciara, I’m a Dallas Cowboys fan (chill on the jokes), and I loved Future’s music. So the idea that a Giant’s QB marrying the love of my life and being step-dad to one of my favourite artists’ kids was an answered prayer was blasphemous.

But on a serious note, as I grew up and learned more about prayer, the idea that her prayer was some sort of secret to a good and godly man was bothersome. The idea that her prayer was the key to Russell being a man of character and taking care of the woman he was led to was bothersome. That was the constant thought.

Asking for Ciara’s prayer, to me, was strange.

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I was scrolling on socials one day and I came across one of those pseudo-inspirational Christian posts.

And once again, I was bothered. I understand the premise. In low moments, stay close to Jesus. But something about the hem of the garment bothered me.

“Why would I hang onto a place the woman who got healed didn’t even stay?”

Now let me acknowledge that this may be me being too deep and over-spiritual, but that saying in particular just doesn’t sit well with me. But that comes down to seeing my generation become more obsessed with things connected to God as opposed to God himself, and that’s a dangerous thing. The church is preaching the church and not Jesus. The creators are talking about 10 steps to a kingdom spouse and not Jesus. When the lens is about us and not Him, we say whatever sounds good but isn’t. This is one of those that tote the line of sounding good without grounded truth to back it.

The story of the woman with issue of blood is one of my favourite stories in the Bible. The endurance of the woman. The compassion Jesus showed. The power. The pressing through the crowd. The faith on display. The word is alive, and every time I sit down to read, something is stirred. I just don’t want people to miss the point.

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If there’s someone in scripture I never want to end up like, it’s the sons of Sceva in Acts 19. They tried to cast out demons “In the name of the Jesus whom Paul preaches” to which the demon responded

“Jesus I know, and Paul I recognize, but who are you?”,

The demon proceeded to beat them down and send them out naked.

Getting jumped by a demon is crazy in and of itself, but the scariest thing to me is trying to cast it out and it talking back because I have no authority. Demons don’t get cast out on borrowed altars. If a DEMON looked at me and said “who are you?”, I can’t lie, I’d be shook for decades.

But that story has always instilled a healthy fear of God. This walk with the Holy Ghost has to be your own. The Spirit realm doesn’t respond to proximity to people. It responds to the indwelling of the Creator. My faith didn’t truly become my own until 2022. I grew up as a believer, but I didn’t take ownership of my walk till I was older. My parents’ prayers covered me. My prayers helped me draw my relationship with God. The intimacy with the Spirit is where any sort of power can flow. To know Christ is something no one can do for you.

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My relationship with the Holy Spirit is one where a topic will just come to mind, and we will spend time dissecting it together through scripture. It’s become one of my favourite forms of prayer. As if I’m talking to a friend. Well, I am talking to a friend. He’s also the Spirit of Truth. I don’t know why Ciara’s prayer came to mind, but when it did, I was led to Luke 8, and it clicked. I know why it bothers me. It’s a spiritual irritation, as I like to call it. It’s the same reason why some of how we talk about the hem of His garment bothers me. The power isn’t in the prayer. It’s in the God who heard it. In the same way, the power wasn’t in the hem of the garment; it was in the healer who wore it.

I don’t know Ciara’s walk with the Lord or her internal world, but I can imagine a single mother leaving an engagement due to infidelity would have every reason to doubt marriage and relationships. She said in an interview with Angie Martinez that she was planning on being single for 4 years after the split. In that same interview, she was asked for the prayer she prayed. She specifically prayed for a God-fearing man, discernment, wisdom, a man that loves kids, and more. That’s a good prayer, but not because of the words she used or even what she asked for. She went to God in faith that something she hadn’t experienced was possible for her, knowing He could deliver it. The prayer was good because of the faith behind it. She knew what she wanted but submitted it to the source of who could give it. And the Lord honoured her because He saw it was good for her to be joined with Russ.

Asking for someone else’s formula to receiving a blessing is closer to witchcraft than it is faith. Ciara’s words alone hold no power. The garment itself has no power. There’s no magic spell for miracles. That is what witches and warlocks do. They appease demons through ritualistic practice. They don’t need faith. They need a door. Those word spells and potions are doors for them to do their bidding, usually a curse masked as a blessing.

In the same way, the sons of Sceva tried to cast out demons by the Jesus whom Paul preached. It doesn’t work that way. God isn’t accessed through a formula, spell, a certain worded prayer, a clothing item, a person, pastor, influencer, a time of day, or any other formula. He is yours. He is yours to have. His power is made available to you by His Spirit. His Spirit was given by the Son. The Son restored us back to our Father.

9 “Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? 10 Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? 11 If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!

Matthew 7:9-11

You don’t need Ciara’s prayer. You don’t need the hem of the garment. The Paul the Jesus preaches is yours to have. Ask Him. Ask Him for what it is that you’re longing for. He doesn’t withhold good gifts. He said so. The authentic prayers are the ones He responds to. The honest pursuit is the one that draws Him. The ones who know Him are ones whose power flows through.

The point I’m trying to make is, the method of people’s pursuit of the Lord is not where you should be stopping. Look at their faith and let it fuel yours. The God who brought Ciara a spouse can bring your marriage too. The God who healed the woman with an issue of blood because of her faith can heal me as well. The God who delivers can use you to deliver. Call on Him. He is yours.

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On any given Sunday, the church I call home hosts about 150-250 people. We praise loudly, we worship like it’s warfare, the word of God is preached and we pray like our life depends on it. I’m grateful to a part of a church that takes the kingdom seriously.

I serve just about every service. Most times, I’m a part of the production team and I love it. I’ve done opening prayers, given announcements, welcomed our first time guests and most recently, I’ve sang as part of the worship team. No matter what, it’s a joy to serve the house of the Lord. Doesn’t matter the role. The kingdom of God advances every time we gather and I am humbled to be a part of it.

Still, every so often, I leave Sundays grieved at the lack of men who share in the same joy as me and my brothers at church. As I look at the people gathered together in the the house of the Lord, I can’t help but notice for everyone one man in attendance, there’s four women. Somehow the men who show up week in and out have become anomalies rather than standard and that grieves me.

What grieves me even more is the alot of men who do show up seem to carry an attitude that the attendance is the win. Praises go up, worship is sung, the preacher exhorts, prayer is released, prophesy is declared, encouragement is given but nothing brings a response. It isn’t about shouting or clapping but the defience that says there’s nothing anyone or God can do to change my posture. God is so good to see those same men once defient turn to diciples. That was me. I thought I was over church and all I needed was good music and a word. Turns out my soul was crying to be discipled and to care for the bride. I went from skeptic to submitted. And now every sunday, I’m there.

The guys who serve faithfully are solid. Giants in the spirit. There’s a grittiness and tenderness held in tension knowing we are carrying the Spirit of the living God in us as we take care of Jesus’ bride. We contend and care. We battle and build. We war and worship. In moments of weariness, seeing brothers carrying the burden with me gives me encouragement to continue.

We need more men in the church.

We need more men serving in the church.

We need more men submitted to the Holy Spirit and to discipleship.

But I’d rather 300 yielded than 10,000 in just number.

“For many are called, but few are chosen.”

Matthew 22:14

In Judges 7, after Gideon has been commissioned to liberate Israel, he gathers an army of 22,000 men. The Lord responds by saying there’s too many and all those who are scared should go home. 12,000 leave. 10,000 remain. More than half leave and the Lord says “There’s still too many.”

There’s an army of approximately 135,000 Midianites to defeat. 22,000 doesn’t seem like enough and 10,000 definitely feels insufficient. But God said “There’s still too many”. So Gideon takes to the water. 300 men drank water one way. 9,700 another way. God sent the 9,700 home and declared “With the three hundred men that lapped I will save you and give the Midianites into your hands.”

God only need 300 to take down an army. He didn’t need numbers. He needed the right ones.

It’s a heavy responsibility to serve the church. That isn’t limited to the Pastor and the praise team. Everyone who says yes to serve the church carries the weight, spiritually, paid or not. It looks different depending on the assignment but it’s there all the same. Serving shouldn’t be done just because you’re gifted. It should be a joy, willful obligation and response to God’s faithfulness. If you serve in church, you know the people you can rely on to show up faithfully not just physically but in spirit. We need more of THAT serving the church.

God can do a lot with a willing spirit. God can do a lot with a maluable heart. We’re not all pastors. We’re not all worship leaders. We’re not all meant to be in full time ministry. But your time, gifts and effort are all things you can lay down as a sacrifice for the Lord. It don’t got be everyone or every service. It is necessary to spend time receiving the word and worshiping with body.

But to the men who are faithful, know this. You’re one of the few God needs for right now. We pray for more to come. We pray ALL come to the knowledge of Christ. We go until ALL have heard the gospel. God don’t need more people do that. He needs the ones he’s got to be assured in their spot. He just needed 12 to start the church. He need 300 to deliver a nation. The answer to the weariness isn’t more, it’s the right ones. The laborers. The ones who see harvest as work time. Pray the Lord sends laborers, not just bodies. Pray the Lord brings people who want to gather the harvest the Lord has sown seed for.

“The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few. therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.”

Matthew 9:37-38

Do not grow weary in well doing.

I released a song called BLESSED. Here’s the story behind it.

I went into the studio session with the intent of making a fun track for the summertime that we can all dance to.

And it is that. But to me, it’s so much more.

I rededicated my life to the Lord on Jan 1, 2023. I got baptized that day, and since then, my faith has been tested. In every kind of way and in every area that I clung to.

God took everything I knew without Him and showed me His way. That way is narrow, and there’s an enemy trying to discourage you from walking that path.

In the midst of the hardships, warfare, and suffering, there was a consistent thought of waiting for the promised land. If this was the wilderness season, I could look expectantly towards the future where God brings me to abundance. My land of milk and honey was waiting for me somewhere I just had to endure till I got there. For 3 years, that was my persistent hope. In a short time, it would all be over.

Lol, that’s cute.

Let’s fast forward to August of 2025. My birthday month. I always get reflective around my birthday, and this one, I reflected on how much lighter I feel than the year before. I felt peace governing, love growing, and my heart getting softer.

Which is strange because my circumstances weren’t any different.

God didn’t change the circumstances. He changed me.

Blessed is the anthem of revelation that I am blessed. Not because I’ve received any blessing. I’m blessed because He is with me. I am blessed because the Lord of Hosts favours me. I am blessed because He said so. The earth aligns with His word, and He said I’m blessed.

This song is an anthem against the lies of the enemy that my circumstances determine God’s feelings about me. Job went through a time of warfare and suffering after the Lord said, “Have you considered my servant Job, that there is none like him on the earth, a blameless and upright man, who fears God and turns away from evil?”

Favour from the Lord attracted opposition from the enemy. But it doesn’t change what God says about you.

If He called you favoured, you are.

If He called you precious, you are.

If He called you mighty, you are.

If He called you blessed, you are.

And there’s nothing you, the enemy, or anybody can do about it.

Stay blessed.

“And if you faithfully obey the voice of the Lord your God, being careful to do all his commandments that I command you today, the Lord your God will set you high above all the nations of the earth. ² And all these blessings shall come upon you and overtake you, if you obey the voice of the Lord your God.³ Blessed shall you be in the city, and blessed shall you be in the field. ⁴ Blessed shall be the fruit of your womb and the fruit of your ground and the fruit of your cattle, the increase of your herds and the young of your flock. ⁵ Blessed shall be your basket and your kneading bowl. ⁶ Blessed shall you be when you come in, and blessed shall you be when you go out.

⁷ “The Lord will cause your enemies who rise against you to be defeated before you. They shall come out against you one way and flee before you seven ways. ⁸ The Lord will command the blessing on you in your barns and in all that you undertake. And he will bless you in the land that the Lord your God is giving you. ⁹ The Lord will establish you as a people holy to himself, as he has sworn to you, if you keep the commandments of the Lord your God and walk in his ways.”

Deuteronomy 28:1-9

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I have a lot of unanswered questions that I would like God to answer.

And a lot of them have to do with the things associated with grief.

I’m not sure why certain things in my life didn’t pan out the way I thought. Good things. Shoot, even some God things.

I’ve sat with my part of the equation. I’m not afraid to be held accountable or hold myself accountable. There are things that haven’t panned out because I didn’t do my part. For example, school.

In June of 2014, I had finished high school second in valedictorian voting (I really should’ve won, but that’s another story) ready to go to university on the track scholarship I had been offered. My future was bright. The plan was clear, and I was so ready to go. By December of 2015, I was back home with a letter from the university asking me to withdraw due to my grades, a drinking habit, a situationship that made no sense, and a whole lot of shame. It was the first time in my life where a roadblock couldn’t be overcome by charm and natural ability. I couldn’t chat to the dean and let him know I’m a good Christian kid with lots of potential. I didn’t know how to process it. I didn’t know how to get past it. So I sat in it. Every attempt to go back to school since then has been fear-based and anxiety-ridden, more so a wish to stain off my resume than to progress in life. We thank God 10 years later I’m free from the shame. I actually have the desire to go back to school and finish one day. I can look back and see the wrestle ended with the revealing of my heart. I wasn’t focused, mature, or resilient. I was prideful, and that led to my fall. It wasn’t God’s fault I flunked out of school even though I blamed Him in my heart. It wasn’t my parents’ fault even though I lashed out against them. It was on me. That wrestle ended with me seeing me.

But there are things that happened in my life that are simply not my fault. There were lessons to learn and things I could do better, but the outcome was not up to me.

That wrestle is entirely different because the questions are a lot more justified, and you know what makes it harder?

Knowing and believing God is who He says He is.

It is because I know God is a restorer that I wrestle with the relationships that I held near to my heart suddenly being destroyed. It is because I know God is a healer that I wonder why my cousin lost her life to cancer before she became a teenager. It is because I know God is a provider that I wrestle with feeling inadequate during times of unemployment.

It is because I know God that I wrestle.

It is because I know God that I wrestle with Him.

On one particular issue, the wrestle in my heart lasted two years. If I’m being honest, I don’t know if it’s over. From time to time, I still wonder why things got to where they got to. One day I was telling God how I don’t get it. I told Him how I don’t understand why He didn’t intervene and change things. I told Him how I’m angry He spoke to me through the process and the outcome wasn’t good, or at least good to me. I told Him I don’t know why things didn’t work out.

To which He said “That’s right. You don’t know why.”

And that was closure.

The conclusion was the conclusion regardless of the explanation. I wanted the explanation to complete the narrative I had built in my mind about what happened. I wanted control over a situation I had felt so powerless in. My heart was saying “If I just knew why it happened, I could change it or at bare minimum, make sure it never happened again.”

That’s just not true. There are things in life you simply are not in control of. Recently, I interviewed for a position that I was more than qualified for. I killed both interviews and was passed on for the role. Could I have been better in the interview? Sure. But I did the best I could at the time I did it. Me not getting the job didn’t land entirely on me. There are factors outside of me that played a part.

Most importantly, God is sovereign. He is sovereign in the losses as much as he is in the wins. He treats all His children fairly, and sometimes our expectations of God let us down rather than God himself. We put a clock on the eternal one who has no beginning and end. We declare things done when He says this is the middle. We compare our journey to the next person, saying God’s ability to do it for them should show up for us in the same way. God the restorer did show up in my relationships. I have covenant bonds I never had before. God the healer did show up for my family. I’ve watched Him care for the broken hearts of me and my family. God the provider did show up in my finances. I’ve always had food to eat, a place to sleep, and money when needed. He’s remained good, and I still don’t know why things ended up here.

The wrestle ending with I don’t know is good. Maybe the why doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s His mercy that you never hear the explanation. Maybe witchcraft was involved. All those could be true, and it wouldn’t change the fact that this is where life is. You don’t need to know every why. Very rarely in the Word did God answer why questions. He constantly reinforces that we know in part. I don’t need to know why more than I need to know who. There’s a peace that comes when you let God hold the why as much as the rest of the questions. If God knows why, and it went this way, then God must be sovereign over this outcome too. And if He is sovereign over this outcome, then His goodness must be here too.

That might not be comforting in the moment. But the truth has a way of bringing lasting peace more than temporary relief.

Sometimes, the wrestle ends with I don’t know.

And sometimes, new seasons begin with and I never will.

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Spiritual warfare sucks.

The real deal when the devil is throwing punch after punch on all sides.

And it never really ends. It goes in waves of intensity, but it never ends. Every day you carry the same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead inside of you, there’s a target on you. The moment you said yes to life with Christ, you inherited His opps.

I remember in the thick of what was one of the hardest stretches of my life, I was angry at God for allowing chaos to break out in my life. It felt like at every turn, something else was going wrong. I knew He wasn’t blowing everything up, but He wasn’t stopping it either, and that felt like a good enough reason for my anger. I know you to be all-powerful. I’ve seen miracles with my own eyes. But when I needed your hand to move, all I got was words of encouragement and a song to sing. I wanted it to be over.

There was a very distinct moment where things changed. As my mind was sinking into anxiousness, I turned on one William Augusto instrumental that gets my spirit stirred up and began to pray. It was in prayer that I discovered part of my frustration was at myself for not being at a place where the devil’s tricks didn’t work on me anymore. I knew what he was doing. But awareness didn’t make warfare easier. It simply made it more frustrating because I was fighting wrong. I thought if I studied long enough, prayed in tongues more powerfully, or worshiped better, the devil might leave alone. If I knew his tricks (2 Corinthians 2:11), why do they still work?

The Lord gently whispered, “The devil is eternal. He’s been here longer than you.”

It clicked. This wasn’t even about me. If I no longer live and Christ lives in me, no wonder the enemy is after me. He hates Christ. I’m sulking thinking, “Whoa, is me when he’s not even fighting me?” He’s fighting who I stand for and who lives in me. He’s pulling me away because the Spirit has made a home out of me. It’s not personal. It’s a war that’s been going on way before me and will continue until Jesus returns.

There’s a reason why the word describes the enemy as crafty (Genesis 3:1) & cunning (2 Corinthians 11:3). He’s good at what he does. He’s a great liar. He’s a great accuser. He’s a great enemy. He’s been doing this since the earth began. He got Eve when sin wasn’t on the earth. I am much more susceptible to fall than she was because, as David said, I was born in sin and shaped in iniquity (Psalm 51:5). My heart is bent to sin. And the only solution is … God.

There is a natural resistance to dependency on the Lord that I had set into. I was trying to be godly apart from God. Understand, I was doing the right things with the wrong heart. My faith was in the songs I sung, not the God I was worshipping. My trust was in the power of my prayers, not the God who hears them. My hope was in the longevity of my studies and not the living word of God. Spiritual disciplines that I could present to God as evidence for why He should move on my behalf. All of it done without real faith in God, more so finding the right formula for relief. Pride manifested itself in my heart again, thinking I didn’t need God to have God.

God is not formulaic. He is the formula. The answer to everything is that we need Him.

He is the reward. He is the answer. He is the way out. He is the way in. He is everything. We need Him, for warfare and beyond, we need Him. It is in recognizing the depth of our need for Him that we begin to stop fighting from our own strength and begin to start leaning on His.

Think about it. The armour of God is a call to rely on the Lord.

13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.

The belt of truth. Who is truth? Jesus. (John 14:6)

The breastplate of righteousness. How have we been made righteous? Through Jesus. (Romans 5)

The shoes of the gospel of peace. Who is the Prince of Peace? Jesus. (Isaiah 9:6) How do we yield peace? By the Spirit (Galatians 5:22-23)

The shield of faith. Faith in who? Jesus. (John 3:16)

The helmet of salvation. Who gives us salvation? Jesus. (Ephesians 2:8-9)

The sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. Who is the word? Jesus. (John 1)

You can’t resist the enemy without being clothed in Him. We can stand firm because of who we’re standing in. Our confidence and strength come from the creator. That’s the relief. The warfare will end for a time. But the relief is the fact that the battle is the Lord’s. My job is to run to Him. He does the rest.

It all comes back to dependency. As much as it makes you feel weak, that’s the point. His power is made perfect in weakness. (2 Corinthians 12:9). The victory you desire is on the other side of your weakness and reliance on the source of all power and strength. Go to Him and cling to Him. Forever

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Growing up, when I would go on a trip or to an event without my parents, as I was getting ready to leave, they would say

“You’re not just representing yourself. You’re representing us and you’re representing God.”

I used to really hate that.

As a child, what I didn’t understand nor did I want to be true is that when people see me, they see my Father and they see my Mother.

In 1 Samuel 17, David goes out against Goliath, kills him, and cuts his head off. At the end of the chapter, there’s a conversation between King Saul and his army commander, Abner, as they watched David approach Goliath and defeat the Philistine army.

As Saul watched David going out to meet the Philistine, he said to Abner, commander of the army,

“Abner, whose son is that young man?”

Abner replied, “As surely as you live, Your Majesty, I don’t know.” The king said, “Find out whose son this young man is.” As soon as David returned from killing the Philistine, Abner took him and brought him before Saul, with David still holding the Philistine’s head. “Whose son are you, young man?” Saul asked him. David said, “I am the son of your servant Jesse of Bethlehem.”

1 Samuel‬ ‭17‬:‭55‬-‭58‬ ‬

No matter what you do or who you are, you represent something bigger than you, and when you walk in a room, people see what you represent. People immediately associate you with the things they know of you. Work or your company, the church you go to, the team you play for, the person you married, your family.

We are all representations of things beyond us.

So when the Lord gave me the revelation of the Spirit of Adoption, imagine how excited I was to represent Abba Father. I’ve represented some cool things before, like working at Apple or running competitively for my province at national championship track & field meets. All pales in comparison to this.

I am a son of the Most High God.

The revelation of sonship came with the freedom to walk in authority like I never had before.

The God who created the heavens and the earth, the God who holds all power in His hands, the God who split the sea, healed the blind, resurrected the dead, calls me son. He says I am your Father.

I was free.

But freedom with no boundaries is no freedom at all.

It’s lawless.

Instead of being a vessel for His love to flow, my sonship became the vehicle for power to override my insecurities.

I became a son wielding the authority of my Father without carrying His heart. I made moves, took steps, said words, thought thoughts, and constructed plans that carried the weight of the authority I had received but void of any love that Father wanted to deposit in the earth through me.

I became dangerous. I became prideful.

I’ve had some moments that if I had the chance to do again with lessons learned now, I would have handled differently.

To know God was grieved by the misuse of His authority and dominion is a heavy feeling.

I hurt some people I care about.

I put myself in uncomfortable positions.

I made wrong decisions.

I gave the enemy an opportune time, and he pounced.

He played with my mind. He preyed on my insecurities.

He talked to me like an orphan in order to make me believe I was still bound by my old way.

But even through all the mistakes, missteps, and failures that happened, even when the enemy tried to take advantage of the time of hurt, even when I wanted to give up on His word and promises,

This thing remained:

The God who created the heavens and the earth, the God who holds all power in His hands, the God who split the sea, healed the blind, resurrected the dead, calls me son. He says I am your Father.

The Father loves His children no matter what, and He was faithful to be a comforter and a corrector. He sent community and leadership to show me how my newfound audacity needed to be used properly. They put a mirror to my face and showed the spots I couldn’t see. Everybody has blind spots. You need people who can see you differently. You need people to see you how God sees you.

God corrects those He loves, and He may use people to do it just like He did with David and Nathan.

The Lord was mindful of me, did just that, and my pride made it feel like an attack.

Pride and Sonship do not mix.

Pride is blinding. Pride is deafening. Pride is anti-God and pulls you from dependency.

Sonship opens your vision. Sonship gives you ears to hear. Sonship draws you to the Father and your need for Him.

One had to die.

True sonship gives me the perspective that no one, including me, wants what’s best for me more than the one who made me. True sonship relinquishes control to be led by the Spirit of God.

Sonship is a life submitted to God with full belief that life led by the Spirit is better than anything by yourself.

So if along the way of this journey of sonship, you were hurt by me, I’m sorry.

Forgive me. This is my first time being a son.

This is my first time being who God created me to be.

This is my first time killing my flesh.

This is my first time trusting that every word God spoke will come to pass.

This is my first time giving my life as a living sacrifice just like Jesus did for me.

This is my first time trusting the leadership and people God sent to walk with me.

This is my first time praying and interceding for the kingdom to come and God’s will to be done.

This is my first time loving from the foundation of Love Himself.

This is my first time surrendered. This is my first submitted.

This is my first time being a son.

But I will remain a son. I’m not going anywhere. The prodigal has come home. I’m staying at the house.

Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

Philippians 1:6

With all the highs and the lows, the bruises and the scars, the wins and the losses,

He is my faithful Father.

I am His son.

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I’m going to be 30 this year, and my family is getting anxious at the fact that I’m more single than I’ve ever been.

I don’t blame them. The last couple of years have been a drastic change from the previous 10.

There was always news to share. I’ve always been open about my relationships with my family. These last couple of years, it’s been the same response to the “any news?” question.

“Nope. Nothing. Still single.”

“Any prospects?”

“Nah. No one right now.”

Part of it has been intentional. Part of it has been healing. Part of it has been the enjoyment of time. Part of it has been fulfilling friendships. Part of it has been fear of rejection. Part of it has been focus. Part of it has been busyness. All of it has been God.

There’s no one answer I can give people when they ask “Why aren’t you married yet?”

Before taking my walk with Christ seriously, I was constantly looking, talking, or dating. I’ve been in a couple of relationships, been in a few situationships, dealt with my share of heartbreak, and had some unsuccessful DM slides on both sides of my walk. There was always some sort of news to give them. Not now, though.

The journey the Lord has taken me on has kept me single, and I haven’t seen the beauty in that until this last year. My desire for relationships, marriage, and children isn’t a desperate longing anymore but a consistent hope that the Lord will bring me into one of the greatest blessings you can experience on Earth, contextualized by the remembrance that the greatest gift has already been received because I have Him.

Now hear me. In my heart, I’m a husband and a father. I can’t wait for the day I’m married and have a family. I’m ready for it, I’m open to it, and I desire it.

As I texted my friend:

I was 3 years old when I looked at my former pastor and said I want to marry your daughter. The daughter in question was a good 8 years older than me. I had no business asking for a blessing at 3. But marriage has always been a desire. A deep one.

I want to be married. I want to be in covenant. I want to be a father. I want to raise kids. I want the Lord to be glorified in my marriage. I want it all.

And I’m not willing to be with whoever to do that.

The goal isn’t simply to get married. It’s to be married once, till death do us part, to the right person.

The goal isn’t just to put a ring on a finger. It is to be an example to others of what marriage done right can look like.

The goal isn’t to escape singleness. It is to love God in every season, married or not.

I can’t just be with anybody. My call is specific and marriage is a call. It would make no sense to “pick anybody because there are plenty of women in the church” as is advised by many in Christian circles.

The church is 80% women right now. That’s heartbreaking but that’s the reality. Many are single, beautiful, and desiring marriage. Because there is such a disparity between the amount of men and women in the church, single men do not receive the wisdom that single women do. Advice to singles as a whole in the body of Christ is cooked. But I would argue there is more good advice for women than for men because the good advice is coming from women, not men.

Women are told to be careful. Women are told to take their time. Women are told to devote their time to the Lord. Women are told to submit their desires.

As for us? This is what I’ve heard generally.

“Don’t wait too long.”

“There are plenty of options out here for you.”

“There are lots of women who love the Lord, just pick one.”

I’ve even heard it said that if you’re a single Christian man, it’s your fault.

It’s disheartening to know you’re not always looked at as a person but as a means to an end in the eyes of those who want to be married more than they want the person they will marry. That still doesn’t change the fact that the Lord is a jealous God who will not share His people with just anyone. It doesn’t change that the Lord can and will bring the right person at the right time.

“House and wealth are inherited from fathers, but a prudent wife is from the Lord.” Proverbs 19:14

God has an opinion on everything, including who I marry. So in my process of getting to know people, I want His blessing. I want Him to say He’s in it. Like Moses on Mount Sinai, “If your Presence does not go with us, do not send us up from here. How will anyone know that you are pleased with me and with your people unless you go with us?”

Everyone’s process is different. Some people have dreams. Some people get a prophetic word. Some people hear as they go. Some people choose, and the Lord honours it. In it all, the Lord must be considered. The responsibility a man holds as a husband deserves a process that reverences the weight of the assignment. A man called to be a husband should be prayerful, patient, careful, considerate, surrounded by wise counsel, self-controlled, and led by the spirit before he enters the covenant of marriage.

I am not saying the brothers don’t need help. Shoot, I need some. But single Christian men aren’t a project to be fixed. Single men are image bearers with calls to impact the world. Some of us aren’t even called to be married. Look at Apostle Joshua Selman. We need single men in the church. Men devoted wholeheartedly to the Lord in a way that requires them to remain single, whether for a while or for a lifetime. We need healthy marriages. That require healthy people. We need thriving singles. That requires a covering that doesn’t see singleness as a hurdle to overcome but a season to be stewarded well. Or maybe a lifestyle meant to be maintained.

If you see a young man in the church or online doing it for the kingdom, rejoice. We need more men submitted to the Holy Spirit.

We need to be seen as more than potential husbands in the same way a married woman needs to be known as more than just a wife.

So no. I won’t just find someone just because they love the Lord and look good. There’s more for me than that. I believe that for everyone. There are specific things that only certain people can pull out of you and I believe your spouse should be someone that the Lord has graced for that.

I’m ready to be with the person I’ll marry today. I’m ready for it, I’m open to it and I desire it.

And until then, “So why aren’t you married yet?” isn’t a question I’m entertaining. The truth is I don’t know. When I’m married, I’ll know. I am not the single factor in whether or not my marriage comes together. A 3-strand cord requires 3 strands. Me. Her. The Lord. I’ll do my part and wait on God for the rest.

Until then, Me & God are walking step by step into everything He has for me. Including marriage.

Signed,

A Single Christian Man.

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Welcome to the month of love. Churches, creators, and podcast hosts alike are getting series ready to talk about love and relationships.

The book of Ruth is one of the most common books in the Bible we have used in the body to talk about courting/dating. There’s not too much in the word regarding the process to get to marriage. Ruth is one of the few instances we see someone in the word go from single to married and get insight into the process.

So, of course, as humans do, we take what God has given us and bend it to our will. I’ve seen threads and tweets that have Ruth and Boaz’s names in them but directly oppose the scripture. It’s been used to justify who should shoot their shot first, how marrying rich is God’s will, how men shouldn’t chase, how women shouldn’t chase. We’ve talked about everything except what the scripture points to.

We say stuff like this.

Or this.

Or this.

We’re making the text say what we want it to say and letting it slide, but twisting scripture to create your own narrative is what the devil does. We can’t do it because it’s about a topic we like.

Hear me, there is wisdom about love and relationships we can take from Ruth and Boaz. But that is all secondary to the main character of the word, Jesus.

In October 2024, I flew to Atlanta for Acts 242. I can look back on the conference as a moment God met me and changed me. Every sermon marked me in some way, but Jackie Hill Perry’s sermon “How to be a Berean” changed the way I read the word to this day. I left realizing how much I read the word looking for wisdom and advice rather than the person of Christ. I began reading scripture differently after that. As she stated, scripture is to be read biblically, spiritually, and Christocentrically. I’ve done my best to stay true to that, and my walk with Christ is better for it.

In March 2025, the Lord brought me to the book of Ruth and told me to read it in full. It’s 4 chapters long, but with the teaching by Jackie fresh in my mind, I approached it ready to see Christ revealed. If the word testifies about Him, Ruth is no exception to that.

“You pore over the Scriptures because you think you have eternal life in them, and yet they testify about me.”

John 5:39

So I prayed. “Holy Spirit, show me where you are in this.”

Then I began to read. I read it in the morning. I listened to it as I drove. I read it when I got home. I listened to it in the shower. For 4 days straight, the only thing I consumed was the book of Ruth.

And by the end of it, I was grieved. Christ was so evident in the book, and I’d never seen it before because I had never looked for Him. I had seen Boaz’s character. I had seen Naomi’s endurance. I’d seen Ruth’s faithfulness. But I missed Christ.

I was grieved.

I’ve never heard it preached or taught with Him in mind. I had only heard it at women’s conferences as a relationship guide or in videos as some form of relational advice reference.

How do we miss how Naomi’s grief is turned into her delight through the birth of a son?

How do we miss Boaz, redeeming according to tradition, restoring Naomi, the native, and Ruth, the foreigner, through the birth of one son in Bethlehem, pointing us to a greater birth coming?

How do we miss a foreigner, Ruth the Moabite, through faith in Naomi’s God and obedience, being engrafted into the line of Jesus?

How do we miss the Redeemer in a book full of His Redemption?

14 But as for you, continue in what you have learned and have become convinced of, because you know those from whom you learned it, 15 and how from infancy you have known the Holy Scriptures, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus. 16 All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting, and training in righteousness, 17 so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.

The word is full of wisdom and guidance. But it is never found at the cost of finding Christ. Ruth is no exception. Esther is no exception. The story of David is no exception. The story of Jacob is no exception. Anywhere we read scripture and miss Christ deserves our time to sit and find Him, to pray for understanding because He is the one who can give it.

All 66 books in the Bible are the revelation of Christ. Don’t miss it trying to find you. Even you will be found in Christ.

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I was at my good friend Troy’s house the other night, and he asked a simple but profound question.

“What do you think is the reason people don’t remember their testimony?”

We discussed it for a while around the kitchen, coming up with many reasons why, all valid. I sat quiet and thought about it for a while. I was thinking about my own testimony. The parts of it I’ve kept locked up. The things only God saw happen. It was the first time in a long time I thought about what life was really like before surrendering my life to Christ.

I realized in that moment, I haven’t sat with God about none of that. I never confessed or verbally repented. I never sat with Him about how much I grieved Him during that time. I had knowledge of Him and chose otherwise. I remember feeling the conviction on the way to places I planned to sin, looking over my shoulder, praying no one from church or my family saw me. I never asked Him how He felt about it. I just moved on.

When I have shared my testimony, I left some of those moments out. Not on purpose but simply because I didn’t remember. I’ve rehearsed the acceptable version of my testimony for so long, the real version feels like an exaggerated version of events and emotion. It’s easier to say I was a player than I was a womanizer who used a woman’s validation to soothe my own insecurities. It’s easier to say I used to club than to say I drank alcohol 3/7 days a week most weeks and show up to church in the morning hungover (or in a couple of cases, still drunk). It’s easier to say I had lust issues than shared details of an addiction that ran my life for 11 years. It’s easier to say He guided me to where I needed to be than say all the ways in which my desire for relationships put me in compromising positions that traded my peace and safety for companionship.

It was actually worse than I’ve ever said or admitted to myself.

After all the internal dialogue, I spoke up and said, “I don’t think people have processed what actually happened.”

Troy snapped his finger in approval, with a smile that felt like someone found the treasure from a map he created, and continued on to say, “People aren’t honest about how bad it really was.”

He’s right.

People want to forget.

But even forgetting how far he’s brought you from is a disservice to the God who went to extremes to save you.

You have to remember everything. It’s very important you remember.

You have to describe it accurately. It gives context to what God has done. He didn’t just pull you from the world. He saved you from the wickedness of your own heart. Get specific. Generalities make it impersonal. God took your salvation personally. Bring to remembrance the ways you identified yourself. What did you put your pride in? Call it out. Remember the moments your flesh won. Remember the time your sin was the best option to you. Remember every instance that God’s heart broke over you. Remember what they did to you. Remember the anxiety it birthed. Remember how low it got. Remember how high you got to forget it. Remember the one time you took it too far. I know you never did it again, but you did it. Remember how bad it hurt you. Remember how bad it was.

You have to remember. That’s where God took you from.

The Lord using “extreme” language to describe the sins of His people. I put extreme in quotations because God does not exaggerate. He is Holy. He can only speak truth. “A wicked and adulterous generation asks for a sign!” is not hyperbole. “A brood of vipers” is only harsh if you don’t sit to take in the weight of sin. “I have seen this people, and behold, it is a stiff-necked people.” isn’t mean. It is truth. The way the Lord describes our sin is far from how we do. Years of rebellion? Let’s just say “when I was outside.” A hypocritical lifestyle? We can soften it by saying it was just a time I wasn’t all in. But as soon as it’s time to talk about how Jesus transformed us, we try to sell the story of redemption from depravity. People won’t believe because it’s not honest.

The way you describe your sin should reflect the depths from where Jesus saved you. The way you describe what you’ve been through should show the lengths God was willing to go for you.

38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans 8:38-39

There’s no part of your story God doesn’t want to use because not one part of it was too much for His love to pursue you.

Don’t forget to remember. It’s worse than you think, and that’s a good thing.

The cross covered even the worst of it. That’s worth celebrating.

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I felt angry the other day. It’s the first time in a long time remember expressing my disagreement and seeing it turn to anger.

I yelled. I was stubborn. I was short. My mind was clouded.

After the conversation was over, I was exhausted. Emotionally and physically. Being angry is exhausting. It’s why I don’t do it. It’s not worth it. I stop hearing clearly because I feel unheard. My body gets hot. Yelling never ever gets the point across and the worst part is, there’s rarely a resolution found in anger.

So I just don’t get angry. Even when I’m angry about what happens. I just don’t get angry.

Anger turns to apathy and it’s safer there.

It has always felt like my emotions are unmanageable, not because they are explosive or harmful but because they aren’t “natural” for me. My natural disposition is a joyful one. I lean optimistic. That is one of my favourite things about me. The people around me have come to expect that from me and so when that is not how I feel, I don’t know where to go with it. Experience has taught me I can’t feel those things if I want to serve others.

I’ve apologized to people for making them feel bad about what they did to me when I expressed my displeasure. I’ve cut off grief because I couldn’t be there for others in the midst of theirs and that made them feel unloved. I’ve stopped celebrations for things I’ve accomplished because of how it make people feel. Life has taught me that my emotions aren’t allowed to go anywhere. People LOVE truth in a paletable way. There’s a way to express the truth about something disconnected from the weight of the emotions. When I learned to do that? I felt like I found the cheat code.

But now?

I don’t know how to feel.

I know what I feel.

I know how to explain the feelings.

I don’t know how to feel what I’m feeling.

Specifically when the feelings are intense.

I don’t experience the feelings.

Avoiding anger also means I don’t sit with feeling fulfillment.

Avoiding grief means I don’t receive love.

The more intense the emotion, the less I know how to experience it.

Even writing this, I feel myself getting sad. I am sad. I am sad I don’t feel safe enough to just be sad. I want to be sad. I want to be happy. I want to be angry. I want to be proud. I want to be greived. I want to be loved.

I just don’t know how.

It’s not safe. At least not for me.

That’s what I believe. That’s what life taught me.

And I’m starting to see it everywhere.

I’m seeing it in my relationships with God. People. Myself.

With God, I receive truth without knowing His thoughts or emotions. When I get a word to share, I’m excited to give it. But it might be months before I go back and sit with what He’s just revealed. The weight of truth comes with emotions that I haven’t given myself permission to feel. His conviction is quickly met with actionable repentance but I don’t take the time to feel His heart about it. I would feel something. And I don’t know how to feel. When I obey, I asked God for what’s next so I can continue in His good graces. Even my good is motivated by the avoidance of displeasure. I’ve associated love with the absence of displeasure. If God is displeased, He might not love me.

With people, I am in constant awareness of the emotions of those around me. If everyone is good, then I can not be. But that would disturb people so let’s wait till I’m alone. If someone has need, then we don’t have time. They need tending. I have the ability to tend. So I guess it’s my responsibility to tend. Or help. Or at least not be an added burden. If I am not a burden, I can be of use. If I bear your burdens, you have need of me. I pay the price for connection with suppression. But I least you want me around.

With myself, I just don’t like it. I don’t like being angry. I don’t like grieving. I don’t like who I become when I’m angry. I don’t like feeling useless when I’m grieving. So just keep it pushing. But now I have to be distracted. Doom scroll, sports watch, music on, facetime, watch a show. If my brain has time to think, I feel. And we got to keep it pushing.

I remember mom called me in March of 2024 during one of the (if not the) lowest point of my life. I wanted to catch up. But we were both hurting. And after the right questions were asked in a tone and way only a mother could, I let out a cry. An angry, soul pouring cry with words in between about all the abondoment and misfortune that I was going through. It’s that period of time that led me to choose a hardened heart. Abandonment wounds are some of the hardest to recover from. Rejection is a pain that words don’t do justice. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

But I felt it all so deeply. 2 years later, I miss that. I think I got tired from feeling it so deeply. But I miss the feelings. The good, the bad and the ugly.

There’s a sensitivity to life that makes it beautiful. Experience bringing sensation is a joy of being human. A sunset moving someone to tears is beautiful. A text bringing joy to a day is beautiful. The feeling of warmth and comfort a hug brings in the midst of grief is beautiful. The awareness that God is near that leads to a cry of tears that translate to “Holy, Holy, Holy.” is beautiful.

Apathy is a thief of life. I’ve been robbed by it.

I’d rather be a man of sorrows than a man who doesn't feel. One is like Jesus. The other can’t feel His heart for him.

I want to feel again.

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Kobe being the one to popularize being a girl dad is one of my favourite things about his legacy. He was my favourite athlete growing up. His death hurt me deeply. There are random days I say, “Kobe should still be here.” And of all his accomplishments and feats, one of the things we never forget about him is how proud he was to be a dad of four girls. He said, “Girls are amazing. I would have five more girls if I could. I’m a girl dad.” Kobe didn’t have a deep desire for a boy. He was fully satisfied with his children. He never had a boy. He was a girl dad.

When I hear women talk about their experience of being raised by a girl dad, it warms my heart. There’s an affection that is heard by those who have received it that makes even the hardest heart a little softer. The stories often highlight the commitment to safety, the extra effort, the affection shown, the words of affirmation, and more. You hear women who know they are secure because their father has made it a point to show them and remind them that they are loved.

I don’t know if it’s a trend, but I’ve seen a few videos by women that start by saying, “God is such a girl dad” followed by the stories that share the same sentiments as above. You hear El Roi described. The God who met Hagar in the wilderness at her lowest show up for a woman in heartbreak that doesn’t know if she’d make it out. You hear The Lord of Hosts described. The God who opened Hannah’s womb, bringing finances to a mother on her last dime. You hear Jehovah Shalom described. The God who stopped the wind and the waves, showing a butterfly to a nervous girl looking for a sign God is with her. The goodness of God to show up for His child when she needs it is beautiful.

And it’s not exclusive.

God is a boy dad too.

Everything described in these types of videos shows off the character of God. Love is our Father, and He poured out Himself for us. None of His character is gender-specific, and yet it is so personal. We, as men, struggle with God’s affection, and that shows in how men relate to each other. For fear of being perceived as soft or weak, we aren’t affectionate with each other in a healthy way. Affection isn’t feminine. It’s human. We all need it. David needed it. Elijah needed it. Jesus needed it. I need it. You need it.

“What is a human being that you remember him, a son of man that you look after him? ”

‭‭[Psalms‬ ‭8‬:‭4‬]

The Psalms are filled with romantic and reverent language telling us David’s love for the Lord and the Lord’s love for David. God called David a man after His own heart. Not His mind. Not His hand. Not His approval. His heart. David was after God’s heart. The warrior and king wanted God’s heart more than anything. Because God is a boy dad too.

Elijah was a prophet on the run from a wicked queen that wanted him dead. At his lowest, he asked God to take his life. Instead, God sent an angel with food and a word to give Elijah supernatural strength to meet with Him on the mountain. He gave him rest, provision, and strength when he was tired, hungry, and weak. Because God is a boy dad too.

Jesus went to be baptized by John the Baptist. When He came out of the water, the Holy Spirit rested on Him like a dove, and the Father said in an audible voice,

“This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.” [Matthew 3:17]

Jesus hadn’t started His ministry yet. He was still known as the carpenter’s son. Jesus hadn’t done much of anything yet. And it was then, the Father affirmed His pleasure with the Son. Jesus hadn’t earned it. Jesus hadn’t proved he deserved it. He existed. He was baptized. And the Father told everyone around him, “I love my Son.” God is a boy dad too.

The love of God is vast. No one can fully grasp the depth of it. But I know not enough men in this world truly believed that they are loved by God not because of what they do but because we are His image and likeness. Our existence brings Him pleasure. We don’t know how to rest in the love of God. We don’t see God as an affectionate Father. Lord, Saviour, Commander of the Armies, Provider, even Friend are easier to accept. But it is the love of God that changes you and He has so much affection for His children. It’s available for you, the men and women alike. God is a girl dad. God is a boy dad. God is a good father.

To the men, His love, affection, safety, and affirmation is available for you. No strings attached. There is nothing you need to achieve to receive it. He did not pay a partial price. He paid it all. You just step into it. He’s kind. He’s gentle. He’s loving. He’s affectionate. He is all that towards you. Yes, His correction is love, but David said, “Your rod and staff comfort me.” [Psalm 23:4] Even His correction brings comfort when you have a revelation of His love. You can be soft and weak in His presence because His power is made perfect in weakness [2 Corinthians 12:9]. We need a place to let go and be broken. We need a place where someone just looks at us without expectation. We need a place to be safe and loved. It’s in Him. It’s found in the name of Jesus, the Comforter, aka the Holy Spirit, and the love of the Father.

God is a good Father. And He is well pleased with you

Because he has his heart set on me, I will deliver him; I will protect him because he knows my name.  When he calls out to me, I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble. I will rescue him and give him honor.  I will satisfy him with a long life  and show him my salvation. 

Psalms‬ ‭91‬:‭14‬-‭16‬

A song released 13 years ago is making its impact felt today. Sounds like God.

If this song was available back then, I think the woman with the issue of blood would have played this song on repeat.

It would have meant something different to her at different points of her story.

When she was first diagnosed, the words would have been a comfort to her. A reminder that sickness is only temporary but Yahweh is eternal.

In year five, It would be a reminder to hope. Even if multiple doctors could not figure out what was going on, Jehovah Rapha will come through, sooner or later, in a way that gives Him glory and gives her rest.

In year twelve, It would represent the strength she did not have. It would bring to remembrance the words of the Prophet Isaiah. “They that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength.”

Even if she didn’t have anything left, she had the Lord, and that is worth waiting on.

When she was crawling to Jesus, it would be the soundtrack of faith. She had done all she could in wisdom and her own understanding, and now all she could do was reach for the hem of the garment for the man who healed others with just a touch believe it would do the same for her.

When she left the hem a healed woman, it would be the anthem of her testimony.

All of it was worth.

The tears, the blood, the confusion, the doubt, the wrestle, the anger, the questioning, the brave faces, the hoping again, the disappointment, the resentment, the forgiving, the weariness, the begging, the pleading, the praying, the tarrying, the trusting, the screaming, the silence.

Everything.

All of it was worth it.

It was no longer sooner or later.

The place where faith became sight was here now.

I don’t know what part of the story you’re in or what the story is, but I do know this:

Sooner or Later

The Lord will do what He said He will do.

There are people with a testimony to prove it.

There is scripture that backs up God’s faithfulness.

The faith that you carry even now is evidence God is not done with you.

Hope is not just available but appropriate when you consider who God is.

Sooner or later, it will turn in your favour.

AND I AM SURE OF THIS, THAT HE WHO BEGAN A GOOD WORK IN YOU WILL BRING IT TO COMPLETION AT THE DAY OF JESUS CHRIST

PHILIPPIANS‬ ‭1‬:‭6‬

On paper, not much has changed, but spiritually… it’s been a whirlwind.

2025 has felt like a sifting.

In Luke 22:31, Jesus turns to Peter and says that Satan has asked to sift him like wheat. Jesus prays not for the sifting to leave or the devil to run, but for Peter’s faith to endure. And in this time, that’s been my prayer. That the Lord keeps me in faith so that when this season is over, I can encourage those walking through the same things I have. I know what it feels like when faith is faltering. I know what it means to look back to when being in Christ felt more exciting. I know what it’s like to look at yourself before the suffering and refining and wish you could just go back.

I’ve found myself chasing a version of me that doesn’t exist anymore. The kid who was so motivated to be in the Lord’s presence. But that kid hadn’t suffered yet, not for the gospel at least. That kid hadn’t faced heartbreak or disappointment. That kid thought he was exempt from those things because of his love for God. He hadn’t had to endure yet. But all of it was, and is, necessary for sanctification.

That kid didn’t have the same revelation of who God is. He knew Savior, but not Lord. That kid hadn’t killed pride. That kid hadn’t killed lust. That kid was wide-eyed and mystified in a beautiful way but couldn’t handle the walk the Lord wants to have with me.

I miss him and simultaneously thank God I’m no longer him.

And I look forward to who I will become.

2026 isn’t far away, and I’ve found myself getting excited at the idea that God will change things soon, singing songs like Turning Around by VaShawn Mitchell, believing that this time next year, it’ll all look different.

And that’s good. But there are still a few weeks left.

We love dates on the calendar to indicate when things will change, but God is not bound by the calendar. He holds time, not the other way around.

So, God can change it all in 2026. But He can change it all in 2025. Because it’s not over. He can change it tomorrow.

I want my posture, my faith, and my hope for the rest of the year to reflect the confession that I have:

God isn’t done with 2025

God can heal you before the end of the year.

God can bring the spouse before the end of the year.

God can open the door for financial breakthrough before the end of the year.

God can position you in a new place.

God can speak the word you’ve been asking for.

God can reveal Himself to your friend, family member, or co-worker you’re believing will be saved.

God can change the situation that’s weighed heavy on you before the end of the year.

He can.

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured from sinners such hostility against himself, so that you may not grow weary or fainthearted.” Hebrews 12:1–3 (ESV)

These last few weeks, I want to encourage you to wait with expectation. Give the Lord the faith and space in your life to change your heart and your situation. Because He can — and He will.

Is anything too hard for the Lord?

Let’s treat Him like that’s true.