Category: Reflection and Devotion
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When God speaks… do we listen? The boy who cried wolf lost trust because he misused his voice. The prophet in 1 Kings 13 lost his life because he ignored God’s voice. Obedience is not always easy. But disobedience costs more. This morning at 4 a.m., God reminded me… He is still speaking. The question…
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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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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.
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A faith-filled reflection on trusting God even when prayers go unanswered, rooted in Daniel 3, biblical wisdom, and grace-centered surrender.
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Each morning, an elderly woman placed a fresh loaf of bread on her windowsill. She did not hand it to anyone—she simply left it there. A gentle hunchbacked man came by each day and picked up the bread for himself and those in need, grateful for what was quietly offered. Like the edges of the…
