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I stand at the window of this moment in history, gazing out upon a world that feels both familiar and unrecognizable. Chaos and spectacle move side by side—ruins and radiance, fear and fascination, destruction wrapped in dazzling distraction. Voices rise from every direction, promising safety, certainty, salvation. Yet beneath the noise, beneath the headlines and rehearsed assurances, something deeper trembles. Scripture tells us that creation itself groans, laboring and waiting for the manifestation of the sons of God (Romans 8:19–22). It is true. The earth is not merely reacting to events—it is crying out.

Lately, I’ve been paying attention—not just to the news, but to the feeling underneath it all. The tone. The repetition. The uneasiness that lingers even when

Although life is full of challenges and obstacles, the deliberate actions of others often become the fuel that ignites our passion to keep pursuing our purpose. I’ve seen this throughout my own life.

For me, it was my childhood pastor, who never let me return to college without laying hands on me in prayer. His wife would faithfully remind me, “Don’t leave town before seeing me and the Bishop.” I treasure memories of my mother lovingly making banana pudding—my favorite dessert—for me to take back to my dorm. During my high school and college years, my church youth director poured into me with encouragement and wisdom; today, she remains a lifelong friend.

Many people have invested in me over

As I look back on my life, I have noticed that the most anointed and effective ministers were those who had gone through difficult times and emerged victorious by trusting and having faith in God. Even when they walked through dark valleys, they placed their trust in God and emerged triumphant, with a deeper understanding of who God is and the amazing things He can do for those who trust Him. I have also noticed that some of the most powerful prayer warriors in the Body of Christ have gone through multiple struggles.

I have such sweet memories of my youngest child’s love for the church nursery and the fellowship hall. She was always so excited to go there because it meant it was time to eat! Looking back, I can’t help but chuckle at myself for packing her a lunchbox full of