Christian Faith Place

  Recently, during our sister reunion with my niece and her family, some things from my past came out that I wasn't expecting. I'm honest with God, and I'm honest with others. I don't believe that trusting God means we will always have everything we need or be protected from every hardship in this life. I saw what my momma went through. In the end, she had food and shelter, but she lost much of her dignity and safety. There were even times she was without shoes or clothing because other residents took them. She lived in her own little world, and in a strange way, I thank God that she didn't fully understand the reality of the life she was living. We did the best we could for her with the resources God gave us. Momma was a devout Christian who read her Bible daily and treated people with kindness and love. I don't believe her suffering meant God didn't love her. But I also can't pretend that faith guarantees I will be cared for differently as I grow o...

There’s a part of depression many of us never talk about: how we can become so familiar with the darkness that we start sabotaging anything that might help us feel better. Not because we want to stay down… but because the heaviness convinces us that trying won’t matter. I talked about this with my counselor today. She asked me to picture my mind like a pie chart: “How much of your mind is the illness saying, ‘There’s no use,’ and how much is the part of you that still believes healing is possible?” I told her honestly: 25% hopeful, 75% exhausted and fighting. That 75% is loud. It says, “I’ve tried everything. Nothing works.” But she reminded me of something important: Something in me keeps showing up. Something in me keeps reaching out for help. Something in me still wants to feel better than I do. And that “something” — even if it feels small — is real. It’s the part God keeps alive in us when we feel worn down. It’s the ember He refuses to let go out. Maybe I’m not at 50/50 yet. Ma...

  Opening Reflection Sometimes I look at the world and wonder how so many people can chase things that won’t last. I see political chaos, spiritual blindness, and a culture obsessed with temporary comforts. And I find myself asking why only a few seem to see clearly while the majority drift along without thinking deeply about eternity. But when I step back, I remember something God has been whispering to me: Christianity doesn’t depend on the shape of the world. It doesn’t depend on the government. It doesn’t depend on the majority waking up. Faith thrives because Christ is the center — not human power. Scripture Meditation “My kingdom is not of this world.” — John 18:36 Jesus didn’t tie His kingdom to Rome, or to democracy, or to communism, or to any human system. His kingdom stands above all of them. That means my faith isn’t threatened by political shifts, cultural confusion, or the blindness of others. Christ’s kingdom is unshakeable. “Be subject to rulers, to authorities… to...