Last night, I felt like my body had given up on me.

Words, once spoken, cannot be taken back.

This Sunday was unlike the usual.

Kingdom authority doesn’t take away our joy—it protects it.

Obedience attracts favor.

There has to be transformation.

Worship doesn’t only happen in a church.

I was heartbroken and confused. “Again, Lord?” I asked.

Who has been your constant in this lifetime?

The God I serve is not a myth.