God doesn’t think like us. Have you ever felt rejected? Unseen? Looked over? Chosen second? Accepted, but never truly wanted? Most people know the story of Jacob loving Rachel. Far fewer stop and consider Leah. Leah was the woman nobody fought for. The woman tolerated, but not treasured. Scripture says Jacob loved Rachel, but Leah was hated. Not necessarily meaning violent hatred, but unwanted. Unfavored. Less loved. You can feel the ache of that all throughout her story. Im

We are living in a time where answers are instant. Need advice? Search it. Need comfort? Scroll for it. Need wisdom? Ask AI. Need direction? Watch another sermon. Information is everywhere. But information and intimacy are not the same thing. One of the quiet dangers of this generation is not always rebellion. It is substitution. Sometimes we do not walk away from God. We just slowly replace dependence on Him with dependence on something easier. The Holy Spirit is the

There is something about depth that comes from low places. There is something about digging that changes a person. People who have never had to go down into trenches often do not understand what it feels like to be there. Not because they are bad people. Sometimes they simply have never been low enough to recognize the terrain. There are places in life that humble you. Places where survival is not theory anymore. Places where strength runs out. Places where you stop prete

Yesterday I heard something that stopped me. You do not give yourself grace. I did not argue with it. I did not brush it off. I just let it sit in the back of my mind. And I kept thinking about it. Because I know grace. I write about grace. I give grace pretty freely. But later, when I checked myself, I realized something uncomfortable: It was true. Guilt has a way of speaking. Regret does too. For things I did not know. Things I should have done. Things I wish I handled diff

This is not the end of the story. I survived, but survival was never the destination. Victory is not pretending life never hurt. It is learning how to rise when it did. It is not about never falling down. It is learning how to wipe your feet and keep walking. Learning. Growing. Becoming mature. Returning again and again to who God created me to be before life marked me. Still Rising is not denial of struggle. Some seasons hurt deeply. Some pits feel impossible to climb out of