spiritual growth

The Quiet Test

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Every time I start to feel like God isn’t there,
I remember something simple:

The teacher is always quiet during the test.

Silence doesn’t mean absence.
Sometimes it means you’re being trusted to keep going
with what you already know —
the truth you’ve learned, the faith you’ve practiced,
the strength you didn’t know you were building.

Because tests aren’t meant to feel easy.
They’re meant to reveal who you’re becoming.

Not in moments of certainty,
but in the quiet ones —
where you choose to stay faithful without being reminded why.

And maybe that’s the real work of the silence:
not to break you,
but to form something steady that lasts.

“Let endurance have its full effect, so that you may be mature and complete, lacking nothing.”
— James 1:4 (CSB)

The Space Between

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This evening begins 6 days —
144 hours.
8,640 minutes
without my whole heart with me.

That number makes my chest tighten a little.

None of this timing was mine to choose.
The plans were made. The schedule laid out.
And I’ve been quietly dreading it ever since.

Time is strange, isn’t it?
We beg it to slow down —
then suddenly, we need it to fly.
To disappear.
To carry us somewhere that doesn’t ache quite so much.

I think these are the moments that shape us most.
The ones where everything feels stretched —
heart, soul, time.

And here I am, sitting in it.

I could resist it.
Run from it.
Let the ache name me.

Or I could do the harder thing:
lean in.
Not into the absence —
but into the One who meets me here.

I’m not sure what the next 8,640 minutes will hold.
But I know this:
I won’t walk through a single one of them alone.

“I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you.”
— John 14:18 (KJV)

Where Greed Hides

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We’ve been talking about the spiritual disciplines at church.
Last week, the conversation was about generosity.
This week, it was about greed.

And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how the two aren’t always as separate as we like to think.

Because greed doesn’t always look like hoarding money or climbing some corporate ladder.
Sometimes it looks like holding back in quieter ways —
the kind we justify.

Like struggling to give our time.
Or hesitating to offer encouragement.
Or keeping our prayers to ourselves because we don’t want to say the wrong thing.

We tell ourselves it’s not greed.
It’s busyness.
Or insecurity.
Or boundaries.

But what if it’s more than that?
What if greed is anything that keeps us from living open-handed —
with our time, our words, our presence, our resources?

I’m realizing that greed hides in the small things.
In the moments when I pull back instead of lean in.
When I protect my own comfort instead of offering someone else mine.
When I talk myself out of giving because I don’t have “enough” — time, energy, words, wisdom.

But the truth is, if God asked me to give it,
He’s already given me enough to do it.

So maybe the better question isn’t “Am I generous?”
Maybe it’s: Where am I still holding back?
And why?

“Each of you should give what you have decided in your heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver.”
— 2 Corinthians 9:7 (NIV)

Daily Bread

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Some seasons don’t feel like forward motion.
They feel like circles.
Like prayers prayed a hundred times over.
Like showing up, again and again, to the same hard place —
with nothing to show for it but faith.

It can feel like nothing is happening.
No breakthroughs. No answers. No big, sweeping change.
Just… more waiting.
More unknown.
More of the same.

But what if the change isn’t out there?
What if it’s in you?

What if the waiting is where you’re being refined —
gently, slowly, quietly —
into someone more surrendered, more rooted, more whole?

Maybe this is what He’s teaching you:
You don’t need to see the whole map to keep walking.
You don’t need tomorrow’s provision to trust Him today.
You just need the daily bread He promised.

Not clarity for the next year.
Just courage for the next step.

You’re learning to walk by faith —
not by sight.

And that’s no small thing.

“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.”
— Psalm 119:105 (ESV)

The Way He Sees Me

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Sometimes I forget what a gift it is
to be seen by Jesus.

Not just noticed —
but known.

He doesn’t rush past my heartache.
He doesn’t misread my silence.
He looks right at me —
and He stays.

With compassion.
With clarity.
With that quiet strength that speaks love
even before I find the words to ask for it.

That kind of seeing changes things.

Because when I remember how gently He sees me,
I want to look at others that way too.

Not through the lens of frustration or judgment,
but through the eyes of Christ —
the One who offers endurance
and encouragement
and the kind of love that never runs out.

So that’s my prayer today:
to see people like He sees me.

With softness.
With truth.
With grace that goes first —
even when it’s hard.

Anchor Verse:
“May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you the same attitude of mind toward each other that Christ Jesus had.”
— Romans 15:5 (NIV)

The Boundary of Grace

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We’re called to give.
To serve.
To love freely and fully.

But what happens when the giving leaves us empty?
When our “yes” becomes so stretched that it starts to break us?
When helping starts to feel more like being used than being useful?

Scripture tells us to give without expecting anything in return —
but it never says to give without wisdom.

Even Jesus — fully God, fully love — stepped away to rest.
He said no to the crowd, so He could say yes to the Father.
He gave, but He didn’t give Himself away recklessly.

There is a kind of giving that reflects God’s heart.
And there is a kind that forgets He gave you one, too.

So if you’re in a season where it feels like your love is being taken for granted,
where your kindness keeps getting confused with availability,
where your serving has started to hurt —

you’re allowed to pause.

Not from love.
Not from grace.
But from saying yes to what God never asked of you.

Protecting your peace doesn’t make you selfish.
It makes you a good steward of the one life He’s given you.

So give —
but don’t pour from an empty cup.
Love —
but not at the cost of losing yourself.
Serve —
but let it come from a place of overflow, not obligation.

Your worth isn’t proven by how much you can stretch.
It’s held — always — in the hands of the One who stretched Himself for you.

“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.”
— Proverbs 4:23 (NIV)

The Grace of Starting Small

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There’s something sacred about small beginnings.
Not because they feel impressive.
But because they don’t.

They’re quiet.
Hidden.
Often unnoticed by anyone but God.

He rejoices just to see the first step.
Not the outcome.
Not the moment everything finally makes sense.

Sometimes, that beginning looks like showing up even when your heart is heavy.
Sometimes, it’s choosing to hope again after a season of survival.
Sometimes, it’s a whispered prayer when you’re not sure how to believe anymore.

It’s easy to overlook these moments.
To dismiss them as too small to matter.
But God doesn’t.

He sees the healing you’re walking toward.
The courage it took just to start.
The faith it takes to try again.

So don’t rush past this beginning.
Don’t despise the slow, quiet steps.
Don’t count yourself out just because it doesn’t look like much yet.

You’re never too far gone to begin again.

God is already in it.
Cheering you on.
Calling it good.

And that’s more than enough to keep going.

“Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.”
— Zechariah 4:10 (NLT)

Flowers in the Concrete

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I read something recently:
“You are allowing flowers to grow in between the concrete of your grief.”

What beautiful imagery.
And yet — why does it feel so hard to do?

It’s easy to get caught up in our circumstances.
To stay angry at the past.
To worry about what’s ahead.
So much so, we forget to notice the beauty that’s already blooming around us.
We forget to live here, in the now.

With Thanksgiving approaching, I’ve been thinking a lot about thankfulness.
It seems like such a simple thing.
“I’m so thankful I slept well last night.”
“I’m thankful I didn’t have to get out in the rain.”

Those are good things — small gifts worth noticing.
But I wanted to go deeper.

The root of the word thankfulness comes from Old English.
And it’s closely tied to the idea of thought and kindness.

Etymology:
“Thank” comes from Old English þanc (pronounced thah-nk),
which meant thought, gratitude, goodwill.
It’s related to the verb þencan, meaning to think.

So at its root, thankfulness literally means:
“A thoughtful awareness of goodness.”

Not a passing moment of gratitude,
but a deliberate choice to see what’s still good —
especially when life feels hard.

That’s what I want this season to hold.
Not just a long list of blessings.
But a heart that’s thoughtfully aware of the goodness around me,
even when grief is still growing in the cracks.

I want to see the flowers —
not in spite of the concrete,
but because of it.

“Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good. His love endures forever.”
— Psalm 136:1 (NIV)

Washing the Mirror

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When someone blames you for the impact of their own behavior, it’s like watching them look into a mirror, see the dirt on their face — and start scrubbing the glass instead.

They don’t want to face what’s there.
They don’t want to acknowledge what’s theirs.
So they blame the reflection. They blame you.

But you are not the problem just because they don’t like what they see.

You can’t heal someone who’s more committed to avoiding the truth than confronting it.
And you can’t carry the weight of someone else’s refusal to grow.

Sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is step away from the mirror they’re trying to clean — and tend to your own heart instead.

Anchor Verse:
“A person’s own folly leads to their ruin, yet their heart rages against the Lord.”
— Proverbs 19:3 (NIV)

His Love Endures

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Sometimes I forget how much power lives in these simple lines.
Give thanks.
Because He is good.
Because His love doesn’t run out when mine does.
Because His faithfulness stretches further than my fear.

I don’t always feel like giving thanks — especially not in the waiting, or the weeping, or the parts of life that feel worn thin.
But even then, He’s still good.
Even then, His love still holds.

That’s what I’m remembering tonight.
Not because everything is perfect —
but because His love doesn’t depend on whether it is.

So I’ll whisper thanks into the quiet.
Not because I feel strong —
but because He stays steady.
And that’s enough for today.

Anchor Verse:
“Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good. His love endures forever.”
Psalm 136:1 (NIV)