As we move from September into the last few months of the year, there’s a familiar pressure that starts creeping in. the world screams hustle, but God whispers be still. what takes us months or even years of hustling, God can shift in a single moment of obedience.it’s uncomfortable at first. Hustle/endless to do -list and taking in a lot of information daily feels familiar. Quiet feels… awkward. But slowly, I’m noticing more peace, more clarity, and less of that hamster-whee

Let’s be honest—spending time with God can sometimes feel routine. But it doesn’t have to. If we believe God wants to be part of every area of our lives, then why not make connecting with Him fun, creative, and personal?

I've moved around quite a bit, and settling into a new state is already a lot to handle—now I have to find a community too? It was all just so tiring. I knew I needed to, but I wasn't hurrying. As God nudged my heart, I eventually gave in and went to a small group meeting at my local church. The enemy will do anything to keep us from gathering. From being honest. From sitting at the table. Because he knows if we ever get in a real, honest community his lies will be exposed