Faith & Identity

I’ll be honest with you: I didn’t always trust the Bible.

I’ll never forget the day I sat in my car in the grocery store parking lot and cried. Nothing “big” had happened. No tragedy, no loss, no crisis. Yet there I was, gripping the steering wheel, wondering if anything I was doing actually mattered.

I remember the hospital waiting room like it was yesterday. The smell of coffee that had been sitting on the warmer too long ?, the harsh fluorescent lights, the sound of the clock ticking too loudly for the silence in the room. I sat there clutching my Bible, but truthfully, I didn’t feel like reading it.

I’ll never forget the night. It was 2:17 a.m. and I was staring at the ceiling, wide awake, heart pounding like a drum I couldn’t silence. My thoughts were racing, and every possible “what if” felt louder than the voice of God.

Let’s be real: in a world that shouts “me first!” everywhere you look—Instagram feeds, corporate ladders, even grocery store lines (don’t even get me started on people who cut in front of you at self-checkout)—choosing to serve others stands out like a neon light.

Once upon a time, prayer meetings meant folding chairs in the church basement, a pot of coffee brewing and someone’s Bible held together with duct tape. But now, Thanks to technology, prayer meetings can happen anywhere—in your living room, in your car during lunch break, or even across time zones.

Parenting is one of the greatest adventures—and let’s be honest, one of the greatest challenges—you’ll ever experience. Kids are curious, energetic, sometimes a little wild (hello, sugar rush), and always learning. But here’s the good news: you don’t have to be a perfect parent to point them toward a perfect Savior.

When you think of worship, what comes to mind? Probably singing, lifting hands, maybe even a choir belting out hymns. But here’s the thing—worship isn’t limited to music. Worship is any expression of love, honor, and devotion to God.

Let’s be honest: walking into a new church for the first time can feel a little like walking into high school cafeteria on day one. You look around, clutch your coffee, and wonder: “Where do I sit? Who do I talk to? Will they like me?”