MANNA IN THE MORNING

What if revival isn’t waiting on a new generation, but on a united one — hearts turned as one, remembering that I AM is still on the throne.

It’s wild how one chapter can read like an invitation: slow down, lean in, don’t miss Me here.

Lately, I’ve caught myself noticing what seems to be working for other people — in business, parenting, even faith. It’s not jealousy exactly… more like curiosity mixed with quiet insecurity. That question that sneaks in: What am I missing?

Not all heroes wear capes. Some just keep doing the right thing when no one’s watching.

I’ve been wrestling. Like really wrestling. “Lord, I don’t know what to do with all of this."

Imagine wanting to talk to someone you love or admire, but being told you’re not allowed to. That’s what it was like for most people when it came to Lord's presence. Reading this verse reminded me how much I’ve taken for granted what Jesus made possible. Fo' real

Zechariah wasn’t an enemy; he was calling out what was already happening — a reflection of their disobedience and the distance it creates. This is actually an act of care. Sometimes love looks like truth that makes us uncomfortable. His message wasn’t a curse but a cry — “You’re keeping yourselves from prospering.” God wasn’t giving up on them; He was showing them what happens when they walk away from His covering. That same Father still loves us enough to tell us the trut

Does anyone else get in their own way...or is it just me?!