MANNA IN THE MORNING

I’ve never given these festivals or rituals much of my attention, but the more I read the Bible, the more I realize how much meaning they carried. It honestly made me stop and go, “Wow.” Skipping something like this would’ve been like skipping Christmas — I would never.

I’m not sure who else needs this today, but this chapter hit me right between the eyes. It reminded me how familiar it feels to finally see progress, finally feel momentum, finally think, “Okay, we’re getting somewhere,”… only to have everything get pushed back or slowed down. If you’ve lived that, you’re going to get exactly why this stood out to me.

Ever read something and feel like God is tapping your shoulder saying, “Pay attention to this”?

A single word — “kept” — made me rethink the rhythms I guard and the ones I’ve let slide.

Sometimes Scripture drops a detail so unexpected it feels out of place, however nothing in the Bible is random. Today's reading was exactly that... Israel is being carried off to Babylon, judgment is falling, and then suddenly… we get a sentence about the land needing rest. Every number, every detail of the Word carries significance and the more I sat with it, the more revelation I received.

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?