Series: From Brokenness to Belovedness – Week 2 For so long, I lived like love had to be earned. If I prayed hard enough, produced enough, stayed strong enough — then  I might finally feel worthy of peace. Maybe you’ve felt that too — the quiet hum of “not enough”  running underneath everything. The lie is subtle, but powerful: that you must do  something to deserve being loved. And yet, when Jesus stepped into the river to be baptized — before He healed, taught, or sacrifice

Series: From Brokenness to Belovedness – Week 1 It’s easy to see ourselves through what needs fixing. What’s wrong. What’s missing. What could be better. That was how I learned to live for years — quietly carrying the question underneath everything: “What’s wrong with me?” Until one morning, while reflecting on the Garden of Eden and the idea that our bodies mirror God’s dwelling, I felt a gentle nudge in my spirit: “What if your starting point isn’t your brokenness, but your

In the stillness between breaths, I have felt it —that quiet, steady presence that holds all things together. The whisper that met me in both drowning and returning to life. The presence that pulled me from the river — not just out of water, but out of fear — and invited me to breathe again. That is what I’ve come to call spiritual presence : the awareness of God within and around us, the tender rhythm of Heaven that syncs with our heartbeat. It is not a distant experience re

When I close my eyes, I can still feel the weight of the river. The pull of the current. The desperate gasp for air. That day, as a child...