A reflection for those who walk the unseen road I don’t quite belong here. I walk through this world with familiar faces, shared histories, common spaces—but something in me knows I’m not of this place. I speak a language that...

A word for the thirsty soul who wants more than just to say no There is a well. Not the kind the world draws from—not ambition, not approval, not pleasure, not even comfort dressed up as calling. No, this well is ancient....

Eliana lived in a stone cottage just beyond the orchard path, where the fields turned golden every autumn and the wind in spring carried the scent of lavender and rain. The house had belonged to her grandmother before her, and...

A cry from the altar, not of sacrifice, but of love I’ve held back before. Maybe not outwardly—maybe not in doctrine or behavior—but somewhere deep inside, I’ve guarded pieces of myself. Out of fear. Out of control. Out of the...

A reflection from the turning place I used to think I needed to work harder. More love. More patience. More kindness. More self-control. So I tried. Especially when I saw the gap between who I was and who I was called to be. I...

A cry from the battlefield of the heart There is a war within me. Not just a skirmish. Not just passing tension. A real war. One moment I long for God with a hunger that burns, the next, I’m chasing the very things that dull my...