Category: Faith in Action
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There is a kind of tired that sleep does not fix. Not just physical, but emotional and spiritual. The kind that comes after you have done everything right, and still feel drained. In 1 Kings 19, Elijah reaches that point. After witnessing God move in a powerful way, he finds himself running, exhausted, and ready…
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What if the journey is just as important as the finish line? We spend so much time worrying about whether what we’re doing will matter… but what if God is using us right now, in the middle of it? Keep your eyes on Jesus. Keep doing the work. Keep the light burning. #GraceAcrossBorders
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I thought I lost the story. The ideas were there, the message was there, and then suddenly… nothing. Gone before I could even hold onto it. But maybe I didn’t lose anything at all. Maybe I was just about to learn something deeper: Wha nuh dead, nuh call it duppy.
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I didn’t start when others started. I didn’t move at the same pace. But I didn’t stop. And maybe that’s what matters.
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I didn’t have to buy diapers. I didn’t have to buy clothes. God made sure I had more than enough.
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Some things do not need noise. They need someone who will not leave. Sometimes the greatest act of faith is not speaking, but staying where God has placed you.
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Some of the things we fear the most are sometimes the very things that bring us relief. Today reminded me of that truth in the most unexpected way. As someone who genuinely fears needles, I found myself enduring acupuncture and allergy shots in the same day just to find relief from pain. It made me…
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Even when the journey feels long and the blessing seems just out of reach, God’s promises remain true. Like Abraham and Moses, our faithfulness matters, and every step we take in trust brings us closer to the joy He has prepared. Rejoice in the journey, and remember: God’s grace will meet you exactly where you…
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Some days, a single fixation grips you—chores, emails, endless tasks. By evening, your to-do list mocks you. Like Martha, we can get lost in the doing—but God invites us to pause, to choose the better portion. In the quiet, even amid pain, His grace refreshes our mind and soul.
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I judged my friend Lasco silently. Grace waited all week for my repentance. It waited in Isaiah 30:15, in the Lord’s Prayer, in the Jamaican sack of stones I refused to drop. Grace doesn’t force itself; it waits for our surrender.
