what it actually means to rest in God's presence — not the absence of chaos, but wholeness in the middle of it
releasing our grip on outcomes we were never meant to control
when our minds won't stop spinning and how faith meets us there
not laziness, not earned. the sacred practice of stopping
the season of waiting, hoping, and preparing for the Light
not happiness that depends on circumstances — the quiet, resilient kind that shows up even when life doesn't make sense
joy's quiet superpower — the ability to exist in hospital rooms, grief, and ordinary afternoons alike
taking care of your brain is not a failure of belief
the wild reality of a God who has skin, bones, and a neighborhood address.
what God is doing in the soil while we’re busy staring at the surface.
taking apart the religious "hustle" to find the actual Person underneath.