Tag: Forgiveness

What Has Happened?

STOP SCROLLING. WE NEED TO TALK.

People are going hungry in America. Families are struggling to put food on the table. Some people are being forced to make an impossible choice between buying groceries and purchasing the medications they need to survive. Gas prices are putting additional pressure on already stretched budgets. Farmers are fighting to keep their operations alive. And America is involved in a war that so many people never wanted to see happen.

Meanwhile, look at what seems to be consuming the attention of our nation’s leadership.

Renaming an ocean. Building a ballroom. Supporting an advertisement that attacks a survivor of childhood rape. And, amid all the political maneuvering, questions about money, power, and who stands to benefit.

STOP AND THINK ABOUT THAT FOR A MOMENT.

When families are struggling to survive, shouldn’t their struggles matter?

When people cannot afford their medications, shouldn’t that demand our attention?

When farmers are fighting to keep their livelihoods, shouldn’t we be asking how we can help?

When a survivor of childhood sexual violence speaks out, shouldn’t our first response be compassion rather than cruelty?

Whatever your political party, these are questions of human dignity, priorities, and basic decency.

And that brings me to a question that weighs heavily on my heart.

WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THE CHURCH?

I am talking about the Church that claims to follow Jesus Christ.

The Jesus who fed the hungry.

The Jesus who cared for the sick.

The Jesus who welcomed the outcast.

The Jesus who defended the vulnerable and confronted religious leaders when their actions contradicted their words.

In Matthew 25:40, Jesus reminds us that how we treat the least among us matters to Him.

So how can we claim to follow Jesus while overlooking people who are hungry, struggling, hurting, and desperately trying to survive?

How can we preach about morality while excusing cruelty when it comes from someone whose politics we support?

How can we proclaim the sanctity of human life while showing so little concern for the people who are struggling to live theirs?

And how can we call ourselves followers of Jesus when our political loyalties sometimes seem stronger than our commitment to His teachings?

CHURCH, WE NEED TO TAKE A LONG, HARD LOOK IN THE MIRROR.

Supporting a politician does not automatically make someone a bad Christian. Christians can disagree about policies, priorities, and political solutions.

But no politician should ever become so important to us that we abandon the very principles Jesus taught.

No political party deserves our unquestioning loyalty.

No president should be above accountability.

No political victory should be more important than human dignity.

And no Christian should have to twist the words of Jesus to justify the behavior of a politician.

Our faith should shape our politics, not our politics reshape our faith.

Sadly, too many Christians seem willing to overlook behavior they would condemn if it came from someone on the other side of the political aisle.

That should trouble us.

Not because Christians must agree on every political issue, but because our commitment to truth, compassion, justice, and integrity should never depend on who benefits politically.

If we defend cruelty when it comes from our side and condemn it only when it comes from the other side, what does that say about our character?

If we care more about winning political battles than caring for our neighbors, what does that say about our faith?

And if the world looks at the Church and sees more political allegiance than the love of Jesus, what kind of witness are we offering?

WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO AMERICA?

I grew up believing that America was a place where hard work mattered, where helping your neighbor was something to be proud of, and where people could disagree without losing their humanity.

We have never been a perfect nation. We have always struggled with injustice, division, and our failure to live up to our highest ideals.

But we should never stop striving to become better.

We should never become so divided that we stop caring about one another.

We should never become so consumed by politics that we lose sight of the people behind the political arguments.

And we should never accept the suffering of our neighbors as an acceptable price for protecting our political interests.

This is not simply a Republican issue or a Democratic issue.

It is a human issue.

It is a moral issue.

It is about what kind of country we want to be and what kind of people we want to become.

I don’t expect politicians to solve every problem overnight. I don’t expect any administration to be perfect. And I recognize that people can disagree honestly about the best ways to address our nation’s challenges.

But I do expect us to care.

I expect us to demand accountability.

I expect us to defend the vulnerable, tell the truth, and remember that leadership should be about serving people, not simply accumulating power.

And I expect the Church to lead by example.

Not by waving flags from pulpits.

Not by treating politicians like saviors.

Not by excusing behavior that contradicts the teachings of Jesus.

But by feeding the hungry, caring for the sick, standing with the vulnerable, speaking truth to power, and loving our neighbors—even when doing so is politically inconvenient.

Jesus did not tell us to love only the people who vote like us.

He did not tell us to defend only the people who belong to our political tribe.

He called us to love our neighbors.

Period.

CHURCH, AMERICA IS WATCHING. AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, GOD KNOWS OUR HEARTS.

Maybe it’s time we stopped asking only what is wrong with the other side and started asking what is wrong with us.

Maybe it’s time we stopped confusing political power with spiritual revival.

Maybe it’s time we remembered that the success of a political movement is not the same thing as the advancement of God’s Kingdom.

And maybe it’s time we returned to the simple, uncomfortable, life-changing teachings of Jesus Christ.

Feed the hungry.

Care for the sick.

Welcome the stranger.

Defend the vulnerable.

Love your neighbor.

Speak the truth.

Practice humility.

Show mercy.

WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THE CHURCH?

WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO AMERICA?

Those questions deserve more than angry arguments on social media. They deserve honest reflection, courageous leadership, and a willingness to change.

I don’t want a Church that simply reflects the anger, divisions, and political loyalties of the world.

I want a Church that reflects Jesus.

I want an America where a struggling family matters more than political theater, where human dignity is not determined by political affiliation, and where compassion is not treated as a weakness.

And I want Christians who are willing to hold everyone accountable—including the politicians they support and the religious leaders they admire.

Because following Jesus was never supposed to be about protecting our political team.

IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT BECOMING MORE LIKE HIM.

America doesn’t need more political idols.

The Church doesn’t need more partisan loyalty disguised as faith.

We need more compassion. More courage. More humility. More truth. More justice. And a whole lot more Jesus.

It’s time to wake up, Church.

It’s time to wake up, America.

And it’s time for all of us to decide what matters most.

Because when political loyalty becomes more important than human dignity, and when the Church becomes more concerned with power than with the people Jesus called us to love, something has gone terribly wrong.

“Let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream!” — Amos 5:24

Lord, forgive us when we care more about winning than loving, more about power than serving, and more about defending our political loyalties than standing for what is right. Break our hearts for the things that break Yours. Teach us to see people before politics, compassion before convenience, and truth before tribal loyalty.

May we never become so consumed with politics that we forget Jesus. ~OC

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Why Am I Still Alive?

Today’s a new day!

Twenty-four years. Multiple diagnoses. Countless tests, treatments, surgeries, hospitalizations, and moments when the future looked anything but certain. And somehow, by the grace of God, I am still here.

Sometimes I sit back and ask myself a question that I don’t always know how to answer.

WHY AM I STILL ALIVE?

I’m not asking that question for attention. I’m not asking it because I want people to feel sorry for me. And I’m certainly not asking it because I believe I’m stronger than someone else who didn’t survive their battle.

I’m asking because, after everything my body has endured over the last twenty-four years, there are moments when I honestly don’t understand how I’m still standing.

I’ve lived with multiple life threatening health issues. I have experienced moments when my health has deteriorated so badly that living another day wasn’t something I could take for granted.

I’ve heard the medical predictions. I’ve faced the uncertainty. I’ve endured the pain, the exhaustion, and the frustration of watching my body struggle to do things that once came naturally.

I’ve experienced moments when speaking was difficult, when my body wouldn’t cooperate, and when the future seemed to be slipping away from me.

I’ve spent time in intensive care. I’ve faced hospitalizations when things didn’t look good. I’ve experienced the kind of physical suffering that is difficult to explain to someone who hasn’t walked a similar road.

And through it all, one question continues to follow me.

WHY HAS GOD ALLOWED ME TO LIVE WHEN SO MANY TIMES IT SEEMED LIKE MY STORY SHOULD HAVE ENDED?

I wish I had a simple answer.

I don’t.

But I know this: JESUS. ONLY JESUS.

I’m not claiming that I understand every medical explanation, every close call, or every reason I’ve survived. I’m not suggesting that faith means we never need doctors, medicine, treatments, or the hands of medical professionals. God has worked through many of those people and resources in my life, and I am grateful for them.

I’m also not going to pretend that every day is a victory lap.

Some days hurt. Some nights seem endless. There are moments when the exhaustion runs deeper than words can explain. There are things I miss about the life I once had, and there are battles I never imagined I would have to fight.

My faith doesn’t make me immune to fear, frustration, grief, or questions.

Faith simply gives me somewhere to take those things.

I take them to Jesus.

Sometimes my prayers are long and full of words. Other times, all I can manage is a whisper. And sometimes, when I don’t have the strength to say anything at all, I simply hold on to the truth that He is still there.

I have learned that you don’t have to understand everything God is doing to trust Him with your life.

You don’t have to feel strong to keep believing.

And you don’t have to pretend everything is okay to have genuine faith.

I’M STILL HERE, BUT I’M NOT GOING TO PRETEND I KNOW WHY.

People sometimes talk about surviving as though it automatically makes someone a hero. But I don’t see myself that way.

I’m a husband. I’m a son. I’m a friend. I’m a child of God.

I’m a man who has experienced more medical battles than he ever expected, a man who has had to learn how to live with a body that doesn’t always cooperate, and a man who still has questions about what tomorrow might bring.

I’m not alive because I figured out some secret to beating every illness.

I’m not alive because I never became afraid.

And I’m certainly not alive because I have somehow earned more of God’s favor than someone who lost their battle.

I am still here, and I am deeply grateful for every additional day I have been given.

I believe Jesus has carried me through moments when I didn’t have the strength to carry myself. I believe His presence has sustained me when the circumstances around me offered very little comfort. I believe there is still purpose in loving people, encouraging others, sharing my faith, and telling the truth about what it means to walk through suffering.

But I cannot tell you with certainty why my story continues while someone else’s ended.

I won’t pretend to know God’s complete plan.

What I can tell you is that my survival has made me more aware of how precious life is, how fragile our bodies can be, and how desperately we need grace.

I no longer want to waste my life chasing things that don’t matter.

I want to love my wife well. I want to encourage the brokenhearted. I want to stand beside people who feel forgotten. I want to remind those who are struggling that their diagnoses do not erase their dignity, their value, or their identity.

I want people to see Jesus in the way I live, not simply in the words I write.

If I have another twenty years, I want to use them well.

If I have twenty more days, I want to use them well.

And if tomorrow brings another medical battle, I pray I will face it with the same Savior who has sustained me through the battles behind me.

Because the number of days I have left is not something I can control.

What I do with the day I’ve been given is something I can choose.

JESUS NEVER PROMISED ME AN EASY ROAD.

One of the hardest lessons I’ve learned is that following Jesus doesn’t mean we get to skip suffering.

Faithful people get sick.

Faithful people experience pain.

Faithful people sit beside hospital beds, receive devastating diagnoses, and sometimes bury the people they prayed would be healed.

And sometimes, despite our most desperate prayers, the outcome isn’t what we hoped for.

I believe in miracles. I’ve experienced moments in my own journey that I can only describe as miraculous. I believe God can heal, restore, strengthen, and do things beyond our understanding.

But I also believe that Jesus is worthy of our trust when healing doesn’t come the way we prayed it would.

My faith cannot depend entirely on whether my body gets better.

If I make physical healing the only evidence of God’s goodness, what happens on the days when my symptoms worsen? What happens when another diagnosis arrives? What happens when I wake up hurting?

Does that mean God has abandoned me?

No.

My circumstances may change. My physical abilities may change. My future may look different from the one I imagined.

But my identity in Christ does not depend on the condition of my body.

Paul wrote in 2 Corinthians 12:9 that God’s grace is sufficient and that His power is made perfect in weakness.

That Scripture means something different to me now than it did before I became seriously ill.

I understand that weakness isn’t always something we overcome in the way we hoped. Sometimes weakness is something we learn to live with while discovering that God’s grace is still sufficient.

Sometimes overcoming means getting out of bed.

Sometimes it means enduring another treatment.

Sometimes it means asking for help when our pride tells us not to.

Sometimes it means crying, praying, and getting through one more difficult day.

And sometimes, overcoming simply means refusing to believe that our suffering has made our lives meaningless.

I AM STILL AN OVERCOMER, EVEN ON THE DAYS WHEN I FEEL OVERWHELMED.

Not because I always win the battles I fight, but because my identity is rooted in the One who holds me through them.

SO, WHY AM I STILL ALIVE?

After twenty-four years of health battles, I could give you a dozen answers.

Medical professionals have treated me. My wife, Laura, has stood beside me through more than most people could imagine. Family and friends have prayed for me. People have encouraged me when I needed encouragement.

I am grateful for every single one of them.

But when I look back over the moments when I wondered whether I would survive, when I think about the times I had almost nothing left to give, and when I consider how much of this journey has been beyond my control, I keep coming back to the same place.

JESUS.

Not because I can explain every moment.

Not because I know what tomorrow holds.

Not because I believe I am guaranteed another miracle.

But because, in the middle of all my unanswered questions, He remains the foundation of my faith.

I don’t know how many more years I have.

I don’t know what the next diagnosis, treatment, or hospitalization might bring.

I don’t know whether the hardest part of my journey is behind me or still ahead.

But I know I don’t want to spend whatever time I have left living in fear of what might happen.

I want to live with purpose.

I want to love deeply.

I want to forgive freely.

I want to encourage relentlessly.

I want to tell people about the hope I’ve found in Jesus without pretending that following Him makes life easy.

And I want to remind people who are fighting battles of their own that they are more than the worst thing that has happened to them.

You are more than your diagnosis.

You are more than your mistakes.

You are more than the opinions of people who don’t understand your journey.

And you are not forgotten simply because your life looks different from the one you imagined.

I cannot promise you that everything will work out the way you want it to. I cannot promise that every prayer will be answered in the way you hope.

But I can tell you that you do not have to walk through your suffering alone.

Jesus meets us in the broken places. He gives us grace for the moments when we have none left to give ourselves. And He reminds us that our worth was never determined by our strength, our health, or our ability to keep everything together.

I am still here. I am still fighting. I am still believing. And I am still trusting Jesus.

Not because I have all the answers.

But because I know where to turn when I don’t.

Twenty-four years ago, I could never have imagined the road I would travel. I never would have chosen it. I would never wish these battles on anyone.

But I am here.

And as long as I am here, I want my life to point beyond me.

I want people to see more than a man with multiple medical diagnoses. I want them to see a husband who loves his wife, a friend who cares about people, a man who still believes in the power of prayer, and a child of God who is learning to trust Jesus one day at a time.

I don’t need to understand every chapter to be grateful that my story is still being written.

And I don’t need to know how many pages remain to make the next one count.

WHY AM I STILL ALIVE?

I don’t know the complete answer.

But I know who I am trusting with the question.

His name is Jesus.

And until He calls me home, I will keep loving, keep serving, keep believing, keep encouraging, and keep overcoming.

Not perfectly.

Not without pain.

Not without questions.

But by His grace, one day at a time.

ONLY JESUS KNOWS WHY I’M STILL HERE. SO, JESUS, WHILE I’M HERE, PLEASE HELP ME MAKE MY LIFE COUNT.

“For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain.” — Philippians 1:21

KEEP FIGHTING. KEEP BELIEVING. KEEP LOVING. KEEP OVERCOMING.

Your health issues may be part of your story, but they do not get to define the entirety of your life. Your story is still about the person you love, the people you encourage, the grace you extend, and the Jesus you follow.

— A Blessed Overcomer, still walking by faith. ~OC

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Who Is Your Tribe?

When the storms of life hit, who will still be standing beside you?

Let me ask you a few questions.

Who is your tribe? Who is your 3 a.m. phone call? Who are the people you can count on when life falls apart?

Not the people who show up when everything is going well. Not the people who celebrate your victories, enjoy your success, or want to be around when life is easy.

I’m talking about the people who show up when the diagnosis comes. When the phone rings with bad news. When the bills pile up, the tears won’t stop, your faith is being tested, and you don’t know how you’re going to make it through another day.

WHO ARE YOUR PEOPLE?

Life has a way of revealing who truly belongs in your tribe. Sometimes, it takes a storm to discover who is willing to stand with you in the rain.

Some people will pray for you from a distance. Others will get down in the trenches and pray beside you. Some will tell you they’re there for you, while others will quietly show up and prove it.

And sometimes, the greatest gift someone can give you isn’t advice, a Bible verse, or a promise that everything will be okay.

Sometimes, it’s simply their presence.

It’s the person who answers the phone at 3 a.m. It’s the friend who sits with you in a hospital room. It’s the person who checks on you when everyone else has moved on. It’s the one who reminds you of God’s faithfulness when you’re struggling to remember it yourself.

Those people are precious. Love them. Appreciate them. Thank God for them.

Ecclesiastes 4:9–10 reminds us that two are better than one because when one falls, the other can help them up.

That’s what community looks like. That’s what friendship looks like. That’s what being the hands and feet of Jesus looks like.

But here’s something else we need to remember.

While we’re asking who our tribe is, we also need to ask ourselves a difficult question:

ARE WE SOMEBODY ELSE’S TRIBE?

Are we the person who answers the phone when someone is hurting? Are we willing to sit beside someone in their darkest hour without trying to fix everything? Are we checking on the people who always say they’re fine but might be falling apart inside?

It’s easy to say, “I’m praying for you.”

It’s harder to show up, stay present, and walk beside someone through a storm that might last months or even years.

Jesus never promised us a life without storms. But He showed us what love looks like in the middle of them.

And sometimes, God answers our prayers for help through the people He places in our lives.

I’ve learned that life isn’t about how many people know your name, how many friends you have on social media, or how many people celebrate your victories.

It’s about the people who love you when you have nothing to offer them except your brokenness.

So today, take a moment to think about your tribe.

Who can you call at 3 a.m.?

Who will stand beside you when the storms come?

Who will pray with you when you can’t find the words to pray for yourself?

And just as importantly, whose name would appear on their phone if they needed someone at 3 a.m.?

If you have those people, thank God for them. Don’t take them for granted.

If you’re still searching for your tribe, don’t give up hope. Keep showing up. Keep loving people. Keep building genuine relationships. Sometimes, the family God gives us is the family we find along the way.

And if you know someone who is walking through a storm alone, don’t wait for them to ask for help. Reach out. Make the call. Send the text. Show up.

BE SOMEBODY’S 3 A.M. PHONE CALL. BE SOMEBODY’S TRIBE. BE THE REASON SOMEONE REMEMBERS THAT THEY ARE NOT ALONE.

Because when the storms of life come, we don’t need more spectators.

We need people willing to stand in the storm with us.

And church, isn’t that what we’re called to do?

To love one another. To carry one another’s burdens. To encourage the weary. To stand beside the brokenhearted.

Let’s stop being a church that simply tells people to have faith and become a church that demonstrates faith through action.

Life is hard. Storms are real. And none of us was meant to walk through this life alone.

Keep loving. Keep showing up. Keep praying. Keep overcoming.

And never underestimate what God can do through one person who refuses to walk away when everyone else does.

A PRAYER FOR OUR TRIBES

Lord Jesus, thank You for the people You place in our lives who stand beside us when the storms come. Help us recognize those relationships, nurture them, and never take them for granted. Teach us to be the kind of friends who answer the call, carry one another’s burdens, and love without conditions. Show us who might be hurting in silence and give us the courage to reach out. May we become Your hands and feet to a world that desperately needs to know it isn’t alone. In the powerful and precious name of Jesus. Amen.

ONE LAST QUESTION: WHO IS YOUR TRIBE, AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHOSE TRIBE ARE YOU? ~OC

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Hope Refuses To Give Up

Hope is not wishful thinking that somehow everything will work out. Hope is the unshakable conviction that injustice will not win, death will not have the final word, and darkness will never overcome the light.

But hope is more than something we believe. It’s something we live.

Hope prays when the answers don’t come. Hope peacefully protests when injustice prevails. Hope weeps when hearts are broken. Hope keeps showing up when walking away would be easier.

Hope refuses to accept that the way things are is the way things must always be.

As Christians, our hope is rooted in Jesus Christ. We serve a Savior who conquered the grave, defeated death, and reminds us that even when the world looks hopeless, God is not finished writing the story.

So don’t just talk about hope. Live it. Fight for justice. Stand with the hurting. Love your neighbor. Speak truth. Keep showing up.

Hope is not passive waiting. Hope is active persistence. And as long as God gives us another day, we have another opportunity to make a difference.

“Let us not grow weary in doing good.” — Galatians 6:9

KEEP HOPING. KEEP STANDING. KEEP SHOWING UP. THE STORY ISN’T OVER! ~OC

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Too Liberal. Too Conservative.

Today’s a new day!

People often ask me about my political beliefs and what political party I belong to. My answer is pretty simple:

I’m too liberal for Republicans and too conservative for Democrats.

And honestly? I’m perfectly okay with that.

I’ve never believed that a political party should dictate my values, determine my convictions, or tell me what to think. I’ve never believed in blindly supporting a candidate simply because there’s an R or a D next to their name.

I believe in thinking for myself. I believe in standing up for what I believe is right, even when it makes people on BOTH sides uncomfortable.

I’m a Christian before I’m a Republican, Democrat, or Independent. My faith isn’t supposed to fit neatly into a political platform, and Jesus doesn’t need my political party’s permission to love people, defend the vulnerable, welcome the stranger, or speak out against injustice.

I’m not interested in pledging allegiance to a political party. I’m interested in standing for principles.

Will I always get it right? No. Will everyone agree with me? Absolutely not.

But I’d rather be criticized for thinking independently than celebrated for blindly following the crowd.

At the end of the day, my identity isn’t found in a political party, a candidate, or an election. It’s found in Jesus Christ.

So, if that makes me too liberal for some and too conservative for others, so be it.

I’d rather stand on my convictions than surrender them for the sake of political acceptance.

Because my allegiance isn’t to a political party.

MY ALLEGIANCE IS TO JESUS. ~OC

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One Day, The Polls Won’t Matter

The midterm elections are three weeks away. Politicians are campaigning across the country. Polls are being watched, approval ratings are being analyzed, and everyone is wondering what will happen on Election Day.

But I want to remind you of something.

There will come a day when none of it will matter.

There will come a day when approval ratings won’t matter. Poll numbers won’t matter. Popularity won’t matter. The number of elections you won, the number of followers you have on social media, and the number of people who applaud your words will mean absolutely nothing.

One day, we will stand before Jesus, and the questions that matter most will have nothing to do with politics.

Did you love your neighbors, even the ones who disagreed with you? Did you love your perceived enemies? Did you stand up against injustice, even when it was uncomfortable? Did you serve those who could offer you nothing in return? Did you show grace when others showed hatred? Did you forgive when you had every reason to hold a grudge? Did you truly love others?

Those are the questions we should be asking ourselves today.

Jesus didn’t tell us to love only those who vote like us, think like us, believe everything we believe, or belong to our political party. He commanded us to love our neighbors and even our enemies.

In Matthew 25, Jesus reminds us that how we treat the hungry, the thirsty, the stranger, the sick, and those in need matters deeply to Him.

Yet somewhere along the way, too many people have become more concerned about winning arguments than loving people, defending political leaders than defending the vulnerable, and protecting their political identity than living out their identity in Christ.

CHURCH, WE NEED TO WAKE UP!

Your political party cannot save you. Your popularity cannot define you. Your accomplishments cannot replace a life surrendered to Jesus.

You can win an election and still lose sight of what matters most. You can have thousands of followers and still fail to show compassion to the person standing right in front of you. You can know all the right Scriptures and still fail to practice the love those Scriptures teach.

So, as we approach another Election Day, by all means, be engaged. Be informed. Stand for what you believe is right. Exercise your right to vote.

But don’t allow politics to become more important than people, and never allow your political allegiance to become more important than your allegiance to Jesus.

Because one day, the campaigns will end. The signs will come down. The polls will be forgotten. The political arguments will fade into history.

And what will remain is the life you lived and the love you showed.

When that day comes, will the way you treated people reflect the Jesus you profess to follow?

That is a question worth answering today, not someday.

“By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” — John 13:35

LET THAT SINK IN. THE WORLD DOESN’T NEED MORE PEOPLE WHO KNOW HOW TO WIN POLITICAL ARGUMENTS. IT NEEDS MORE PEOPLE WHO KNOW HOW TO LOVE LIKE JESUS. ~OC

Dear God, examine our hearts. Help us love beyond our differences, stand against injustice, extend grace, practice forgiveness, and serve those who need us most. May our lives reflect Your love in a world that desperately needs it. When people look at us, may they see less of our pride and more of Your presence. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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I Never Gave Up

Today’s a new day!

I don’t know when my story will end. Only God knows how many chapters remain or what the next page will hold.

I’ve faced battles that nearly broke me, received news that could have crushed my spirit, and walked through storms I never imagined surviving. My journey hasn’t been easy, and I know there are more battles ahead.

But nowhere in my story will you ever read the words, “I GAVE UP.”

I may get tired. I may hurt. I may stumble. I may have days when I don’t understand what God is doing. But by His grace, I will keep fighting, keep believing, and keep overcoming.

My health challenges are part of my story, but they will never define who I am. My faith is bigger than my fear, and my God is greater than any battle I face.

I don’t know how many pages I have left, but as long as God gives me another day, I intend to make it count.

The story isn’t over. The fight isn’t finished. And giving up? THAT WILL NEVER BE MY LEGACY! ~OC

“For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength. ~ Philippians 4:13

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Bible Study: Hope- Holding On To God’s Promises

Theme: Finding hope in Jesus, even when life is difficult and uncertain.

Opening Scripture:
I pray that God, the source of hope, will fill you completely with joy and peace because you trust in him. Then you will overflow with confident hope through the power of the Holy Spirit. ~Romans 15:13

1. Opening Activity: What Does Hope Mean to You? 

Invite each participant to share what hope means to them. 

“When you hear the word HOPE, what is the first thing that comes to your mind?”

2. Short Lesson: Our Hope Is in Jesus 

We live in a world filled with uncertainty, disappointment, sickness, grief, and challenges. Sometimes life doesn’t turn out the way we expected, and we wonder how we will find the strength to keep moving forward.

But as followers of Jesus, our hope is not based on our circumstances; our hope is based on the faithfulness of God!

Biblical hope is more than wishing things will get better. It is trusting God’s character and believing His promises, even when we cannot see what lies ahead.

Consider these three truths:

1. God Is Our Source of Hope.

Scripture: Romans 15:13

God can fill us with joy and peace as we trust Him. We don’t have to face life’s challenges alone. We can bring our fears, questions, and disappointments to Him.

2. Jesus Gives Us Hope in Difficult Times.

Scripture: John 16:33

Jesus never promised that life would be free from trouble. He reminded His followers that He had overcome the world. Our struggles are real, but they do not have the final word.

3. Hope Keeps Us Moving Forward.

Scripture: Hebrews 6:19

The Bible describes hope as an anchor for our souls. Just as an anchor helps steady a boat during a storm, our hope in Jesus helps us remain grounded when life feels overwhelming.

Remember: Hope doesn’t mean we understand everything God is doing. It means we trust Him even when we don’t understand.

3. Group Discussion:

  1. Personal Hope: What does having hope in Jesus mean to you personally?
  2. Hope During Hard Times: Can you share a time when God gave you hope, strength, or encouragement during a difficult season?
  3. Sharing Hope: Who in your life needs encouragement right now, and how could you help them experience hope this week?

4. Three Action Steps For This Week:

Action Step 1: Spend Time with God.


Read Romans 15:13 each morning. Pray and ask God to renew your hope, strengthen your faith, and guide your steps.

Action Step 2: Encourage Someone.
Contact one person who may be struggling. Offer to pray with them, listen to their concerns, or provide practical help.

Action Step: Practice Remembering God’s Faithfulness.
Write down one way God has helped you in the past. When you feel discouraged, revisit that reminder and thank Him for sustaining you.

5. Closing Challenge:

Ask each participant to complete this sentence aloud:

“This week, I will hold on to hope by __________.”

****Hope is not about having a perfect life. It is about trusting a faithful Savior through every season of life. 

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How Can You Know God If You Never Listen For His Voice

Today’s a new day!

How can you truly know God if you never take the time to seek His voice, recognize His leading, and learn to follow the path He has placed before you?

Too many of us want God to bless our plans without ever asking Him for direction. We want answers without prayer, wisdom without seeking Him, and a destination without following His lead.

Knowing God is more than knowing about Him. It’s about building a relationship with Him.

It’s spending time in His presence, opening His Word, quieting the noise around us, and learning to recognize His voice. It’s trusting Him when the path doesn’t make sense and following Him even when we cannot see where the road leads.

God doesn’t promise that following Him will always be easy, but He does promise to guide those who trust Him.

“Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.” — Proverbs 3:5–6 (KJV)

STOP AND ASK YOURSELF: Am I truly seeking God’s direction, or am I simply asking Him to bless the direction I’ve already chosen?

You cannot learn to follow a voice you never take the time to listen for.

Seek Him. Spend time with Him. Listen. Trust. Follow.

The closer you walk with Jesus, the more your life becomes about following His path instead of insisting on your own. ~OC

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Sin Is No Joke

I HATE SIN.

Not because I think I’m better than anyone else. Not because I’ve never fallen short. I hate sin because I’ve seen what it destroys.

Sin destroys people.
Sin destroys families.
Sin destroys trust.
Sin destroys churches.
Sin can destroy ministries and testimonies that took years to build.

Sin always promises more than it can deliver and takes more than we ever intended to give.

We need to stop treating sin like it’s harmless. Stop laughing about it. Stop excusing it. Stop calling it “just a little thing.”

Sin is nothing to joke around with.

But here’s the good news: Jesus didn’t come to condemn broken people. He came to save us, redeem us, forgive us, and set us free.

“Be killing sin or it will be killing you.” — John Owen

Run from sin. Run toward Jesus.

Grace is real. Forgiveness is real. Redemption is real. And because of Jesus, there is always a way home. ~OC

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