Tag: Strength

God, What Are You Trying To Teach Me?

Today’s a new day!

Over the past twenty-plus years, I have walked through one of the most difficult journeys of my life. There have been diagnoses I never expected, hospital stays, surgeries, treatments, setbacks, moments of uncertainty, and seasons where I had no idea what tomorrow would bring.

People have often asked me, “Have you ever asked God, ‘Why me?'”

My answer has always been the same.

No.

Not because there is anything wrong with asking that question. In fact, many faithful men and women throughout Scripture poured out their hearts before God. They asked difficult questions. They lamented. They cried. They wrestled with pain. God is not afraid of our honest questions.

But for me personally, “Why me?” was never the question God placed on my heart.

Instead, from the very beginning of this journey, another question kept rising within me:

“God, what are You trying to teach me in this season?”

That simple shift changed everything.

Instead of only looking for an explanation, I began looking for His presence.

Instead of demanding answers, I started seeking wisdom.

Instead of focusing only on what I had lost, I began discovering what God was building inside of me.

Looking back over these twenty-plus years, I realize that some of life’s greatest lessons weren’t learned on the mountaintops. They were learned in hospital rooms, waiting rooms, sleepless nights, rehabilitation sessions, and quiet moments when all I could do was trust Jesus.

So, what has God taught me?

I’m glad you asked.

God has taught me that my identity is not found in my health but in Him.

When your body begins to fail, you quickly discover that your worth isn’t measured by what you can accomplish. My value has never been based on my strength, my productivity, or my abilities. My identity has always been found in being a child of God.

God has taught me that weakness is not failure.

The world celebrates strength, but God’s Kingdom often works through weakness. It is often in our weakest moments that His strength shines the brightest. My limitations have become opportunities for His power to be displayed.

God has taught me patience.

Healing rarely happens on our timetable. Answers don’t always come when we want them. Waiting has never been easy, but waiting with Jesus has shaped my faith in ways instant answers never could.

God has taught me to treasure every single day.

When you’ve stared mortality in the face, ordinary days become extraordinary gifts. A sunrise. A conversation with my bride, Laura. A laugh with a friend. A walk outside. These are no longer ordinary moments—they are reminders of God’s goodness.

God has taught me compassion.

Pain has a way of opening your eyes to the suffering of others. I have learned to notice the people sitting quietly in waiting rooms, the caregivers who are exhausted, the families praying for miracles, and the person who simply needs someone to listen.

God has taught me that prayer changes me.

Sometimes God changes our circumstances.

Sometimes He changes us while we’re in them.

Both are miracles.

God has taught me that hope is never wasted.

Hope isn’t pretending everything is okay.

Hope is believing that Jesus is still faithful when everything around you says otherwise.

Hope is trusting His promises even when you cannot yet see His plan.

Most importantly…

God has taught me that He will never leave me.

Not once.

Not in the emergency room.

Not in the hospital room.

Not during surgery.

Not during the difficult diagnoses.

Not during the darkest nights.

Not during the countless doctor’s appointments.

Not during the moments when I didn’t know what the future would hold.

Jesus has been faithful every single step of the journey.

If you’re reading this while walking through your own difficult season, maybe your question today is, “God, why me?”

If that’s where you are, know this: God welcomes your honesty.

But perhaps, when you’re ready, you might also ask another question:

“Lord, what are You trying to teach me in this season?”

That question doesn’t minimize the pain.

It doesn’t erase the tears.

It doesn’t guarantee immediate answers.

But it does position our hearts to receive what God may be doing beneath the surface.

I’ve learned that while God may not always remove the storm immediately, He is always present within it. Sometimes the greatest miracle isn’t that our circumstances change overnight—it’s that Christ transforms us as we walk through them.

My health journey has been long.

It has been difficult.

It has been painful.

But by God’s grace, it has also been one of the greatest classrooms of my life.

And for every lesson, every trial, every unexpected detour, and every reminder that His grace is sufficient…

I simply say:

“Thank You, Jesus.

Now, Lord…

What would You like to teach me next?” ~OC

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Stop Negotiating The Terms Of Your Surrender To God

Today’s a new day!

One of the greatest struggles in the Christian life is not whether we believe in God—it is whether we are willing to surrender everything to Him.

Too often, we approach God with conditions.

“Lord, I’ll follow You… as long as You don’t ask me to give that up.”

“I’ll trust You… if You tell me the whole plan first.”

“I’ll obey… if it doesn’t cost me too much.”

“I’ll forgive… but only if they apologize.”

“I’ll go wherever You lead… except there.”

Without realizing it, we begin negotiating the terms of our surrender.

But surrender isn’t a negotiation.

It’s an act of complete trust.

Jesus never invited His disciples into a contract where both sides could bargain. He invited them into a relationship built on faith, love, and obedience.

When Jesus said, “Follow Me,” He didn’t hand them a detailed itinerary. He didn’t promise comfort, popularity, or an easy life. He simply asked them to trust Him.

And they did.

Real surrender says:

“Jesus, I don’t need to know every step because I know the One who is leading me.”

That kind of faith changes everything.

The truth is, partial surrender is still resistance.

When we hold tightly to our plans, our fears, our pride, our bitterness, or our desire for control, we leave little room for God to do what only He can do.

God isn’t trying to take something good away from us.

He is trying to give us something far greater than we could ever create on our own.

Many of us spend years asking God to bless our plans instead of asking Him to replace them with His.

Yet Scripture reminds us that His ways are higher than ours and His thoughts are higher than ours. What feels like a loss in the moment often becomes the doorway to God’s greatest blessings.

Looking back over my own life, I can honestly say that some of the hardest seasons were also the seasons that taught me the deepest lessons about surrender.

Illness.

Loss.

Disappointment.

Waiting.

None of those chapters were easy.

But every one of them taught me that God’s faithfulness is not dependent upon my understanding.

There were moments when I wanted answers.

God invited me to trust.

There were moments when I wanted control.

God invited me to surrender.

There were moments when I wanted my own timeline.

God reminded me that His timing is always perfect.

I’ve learned that peace doesn’t come from having every question answered.

Peace comes from placing every unanswered question into the hands of Jesus.

The cross itself is the ultimate picture of surrender.

Jesus prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane,

“Not My will, but Yours be done.”

If the Son of God surrendered Himself completely to the Father’s will, how much more should we?

God cannot fully direct a life that refuses to let go of the steering wheel.

He calls us to lay down our dreams, our fears, our expectations, our comfort, our pride, and even our understanding.

Not because He wants less for us.

Because He wants more.

His plans are always better than our plans.

His purpose is greater than our preferences.

His peace is deeper than our control.

So today, stop negotiating the terms of your surrender.

Stop asking God to fit into your agenda.

Instead, ask Him to make your heart fit His.

Lay everything at the foot of the Cross.

Hold nothing back.

Trust Him with the parts of your life that feel uncertain.

Give Him your future.

Give Him your pain.

Give Him your dreams.

Give Him your fears.

Give Him everything.

Because the safest place you will ever be is completely surrendered to Jesus Christ.

True freedom is not found in controlling your life.

It is found in placing your life into the hands of the One who gave His life for you.

Today is a good day to stop negotiating…

…and simply say,

“Lord Jesus, I am Yours.

Have Your way in me.”

Amen. ~OC

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The Morning That Changed My Prayer Life Forever

This is the second of two deeply personal experiences that I have shared publicly for the very first time.

The first was my experience during surgery in 2019, when I believe God allowed me to see Heaven before telling me, “Not yet. I still have more work for you to do.”

This is the story of another experience that forever changed how I pray, how I love people, and how urgently I believe Christians should share the Good News of Jesus Christ.

After the miracle God performed in my life in November of 2019, something incredible happened.

For a season, God allowed me to run again.

Considering everything my body had endured through years of illness, surgeries, and suffering, every mile felt like a gift from God. Every run became an opportunity not only to exercise but also to pray.

On a Thursday morning in October of 2020, I headed out for what I thought would be another ordinary run.

As I ran past Jupiter Medical Center in Jupiter, Florida, I did what I had done countless times before. I prayed for the doctors, nurses, staff, patients, and families. I asked Jesus to bring healing, peace, wisdom, comfort, and hope to everyone inside those walls.

A little farther into my run, I decided to stop at a men’s Bible study in Jupiter. We spent time praying together, encouraging one another, and opening God’s Word. It was a wonderful morning of fellowship.

After the Bible study, I decided to continue my run before heading home.

That’s when everything changed.

As I ran down Central Boulevard near the park affectionately known as “Duck Park,” life seemed completely normal. The sky was bright blue. The weather was cool. People were jogging, riding bicycles, walking, and driving by.

Then, in what felt like only moments, everything around me changed.

The blue skies disappeared.

Darkness surrounded me.

The temperature became unbearably hot.

What I experienced next is something that has stayed with me every single day since.

I believe God allowed me, for only a few brief moments, to experience something I can only describe as a glimpse of hell.

Around me I heard people crying out in desperation.

They were screaming.

Over and over I heard words that pierced my heart:

“Why didn’t anyone tell us about Jesus?”

“Why did so many Christians give up on us?”

Those cries echoed with an anguish that is impossible to put into words.

What made the experience even more overwhelming was that I could still see people running, riding bicycles, and driving as they had been only moments before, yet in this experience they too were crying out with the very same questions.

The entire experience lasted only a matter of seconds.

Then it was over.

I have often joked that I could have qualified for the Olympic team by how fast I ran home that morning.

But behind the humor is a truth that has never left me.

That morning changed my life forever.

Whether I am speaking with one person or a thousand people, I can no longer look at anyone the same way.

Every person I meet has an eternal soul.

Every conversation matters.

Every act of kindness matters.

Every prayer matters.

Every opportunity to share the love of Jesus matters.

I don’t believe Christians are called to preach with condemnation or fear. We are called to preach with tears in our eyes, compassion in our hearts, and the love of Christ leading every word we speak.

Jesus didn’t come to condemn the world.

He came to save it.

That experience gave me an urgency that has never faded.

I still wake up every day asking God, “Who needs to hear about You today? Who needs encouragement today? Who needs hope today? Who needs someone to remind them that they are loved by God?”

I believe every follower of Jesus should live with that same sense of eternal purpose—not out of panic, but out of love.

People all around us are searching for hope.

Many have never truly experienced the grace of Jesus.

Many have been hurt by people who claimed to represent Him.

Many have concluded that no one cares enough to tell them the truth wrapped in love.

May that never be said of us.

This is the first time I have publicly shared both of these experiences—my encounter in Heaven during surgery in 2019 and this life-changing experience during a morning run in October of 2020.

Both have been incredibly difficult to share, each for different reasons.

I know there will be questions.

There may even be skepticism.

I understand that.

My goal has never been to convince anyone based on my experiences.

My prayer is simply that my testimony points people to Jesus Christ.

If these stories encourage even one person to seek Him more deeply, to pray more faithfully, to love more compassionately, or to boldly share the Gospel with someone who needs hope, then sharing them will have been worth it.

As Scripture reminds us:

“Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation.” (Mark 16:15)

May we never grow comfortable with keeping the greatest news the world has ever known to ourselves.

There are people waiting to hear about the Savior who changed our lives.

Let’s tell them. ~OC

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A New Week

A new week is a gift from God. It arrives with fresh opportunities, new mercies, and another chance to reflect the love of Jesus to a world that desperately needs hope. No matter what happened last week—the victories, the disappointments, the unanswered prayers, or the unexpected challenges—today is a new beginning.

As we step into this week, let’s choose to fill our hearts with hope, praise, and thanksgiving. Hope reminds us that God is still working, even when we cannot see it. Praise shifts our focus from our problems to His promises. Thanksgiving reminds us that every good gift comes from our Heavenly Father, even in seasons when life feels difficult.

This week, let us truly strive to be the hands and feet of Jesus.

There are people all around us who are carrying burdens that we know nothing about. A smile, an encouraging word, a helping hand, or simply taking time to listen may be exactly what someone needs. Jesus didn’t just preach about love—He demonstrated it every single day. As His followers, we are called to do the same.

Take a few moments this week to reach out to a friend or a loved one. Send a text. Make a phone call. Share a cup of coffee. Ask them how they’re really doing. Sometimes the greatest ministry is simply showing someone they haven’t been forgotten.

Our world often seems filled with negativity. It’s easy to become discouraged when we focus only on the headlines, the conflicts, or the disappointments around us. But as followers of Christ, we are called to fix our eyes on what is good, honorable, and praiseworthy. Instead of dwelling on the darkness, let us become people who shine the light of Christ wherever we go. 

Let’s also make a conscious decision to be kind this week.

Kindness costs us very little, but it can mean everything to someone else. A kind word can encourage a weary heart. A patient response can calm a difficult situation. A generous act can remind someone that God sees them and cares for them.

May this also be a week marked by love, respect, and compassion.

Love people without expecting anything in return.

Respect those who think differently than you.

Show compassion to those who are hurting, struggling, or simply feeling alone.

When we live this way, we become living examples of Christ’s love.

As you begin this new week, remember that you may be the only glimpse of Jesus someone sees. Let your words bring hope. Let your actions reflect His grace. Let your heart overflow with gratitude. And wherever God leads you this week, be faithful in the little things, because God often uses small acts of obedience to accomplish extraordinary things.

May your week be filled with God’s peace, His strength, and His joy. May you walk in hope, live with purpose, and leave every person you encounter knowing they have been loved.

“Let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.” — Matthew 5:16

Have a blessed week, and let’s go be the hands and feet of Jesus. ~OC

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God Is Still In Control

Today’s a new day! 

Life has a way of shaking us.

There are moments when the phone rings with news we never wanted to hear. There are seasons when the bills pile up, the job applications go unanswered, and the storms of life seem to come one after another. In those moments, fear whispers that we’ve been abandoned.

But the truth of God’s Word says something completely different.

God is still in control.

When the doctor walks into the room and uses the word “cancer,” God is still in control.

When you’ve been laid off and you’re desperately looking for a job, God is still in control.

When you’re walking through a season of grief, God is still in control. 

When life’s storms crash against your family, your finances, your health, or your faith, God is still in control.

Our circumstances may change overnight, but God’s character never changes. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. The God who parted the Red Sea, shut the mouths of lions, raised Lazarus from the dead, and conquered the grave through Jesus Christ has not lost a single ounce of His power.

That doesn’t mean life will always be easy. It doesn’t mean we won’t cry or ask difficult questions. Even Jesus wept.

But it does mean we never face our battles alone.

God walks beside us through every diagnosis.

He stands with us during every interview.

God holds us loss in our grief. 

He guides us in every business deal.

He comforts us through every storm.

He carries us when we don’t have the strength to take another step.

Jesus extends a beautiful invitation to every weary heart:

“Come to Me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28)

Today, whatever burden you’re carrying, don’t keep trying to carry it by yourself.

Lay your fears at His feet.

Lay your anxiety at His feet.

Lay your sickness at His feet.

Lay your financial worries at His feet.

Lay your broken heart at His feet.

Lay your business deals at His feet.

Lay your future at His feet.

The burden may feel too heavy for your shoulders, but it has never been too heavy for His.

Trust Him even when you cannot see the outcome.

Hold on even when the answers haven’t come yet.

Keep praying even when heaven seems quiet.

Keep believing because God’s silence is never His absence.

The storm you’re facing today is not greater than the Savior who stands with you in it.

No matter what tomorrow brings, one truth remains forever:

God is still in control.

Prayer:

Heavenly Jesus, 

Today I lay every burden at Your feet. You know every fear, every tear, every unanswered prayer, and every uncertainty in my life. Help me to trust You when I cannot understand what You are doing. Fill my heart with Your peace that surpasses all understanding. Strengthen my faith, remind me of Your promises, and help me keep my eyes fixed on Jesus through every storm. Thank You for never leaving me or forsaking me. I choose today to trust that You are still on the throne and still in control.

In Jesus’ mighty and loving name we pray… Amen.

~OC

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The Waiting Room And The Tension

Today’s a new day! 

There is a place many Christians know all too well. It is not a destination we choose, but a season we often find ourselves walking through. 

It is the waiting room.

The waiting room is where prayers have been prayed, tears have been shed, faith has been declared, and yet the answer has not fully arrived. It is the place between God’s promise and its fulfillment. It is where hope and uncertainty seem to wrestle with one another every day.

And if we’re honest, the waiting room can be uncomfortable.

It is filled with tension.

The tension of believing God for healing while still feeling pain.

The tension of trusting God for provision while the bills continue to arrive.

The tension of knowing God’s promises while facing circumstances that seem to contradict them.

The tension of saying, “I know God is faithful,” while wondering when His answer will come.

Yet throughout Scripture, we see that God often does some of His greatest work in the waiting.

Abraham waited for the promised son.

Joseph waited through betrayal, slavery, and prison before stepping into his calling.

David waited years between being anointed king and actually becoming king.

The disciples waited after the resurrection before the Holy Spirit arrived.

Waiting has always been part of God’s process.

The waiting room is not punishment. It is preparation.

The tension is not evidence that God has abandoned you. Often, it is evidence that God is still working behind the scenes in ways you cannot yet see.

We live in a culture that wants everything immediately. We want instant answers, instant results, and instant breakthroughs. But God’s timetable is often different from ours. His goal is not merely to get us to the destination; His goal is to transform us along the journey.

Romans 5:3-4 reminds us:

“Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.”

Notice the progression. God uses the difficult seasons to produce something deeper within us. The waiting room develops perseverance. The tension shapes character. The process strengthens hope.

In the waiting room, we learn to trust God’s heart even when we cannot trace His hand.

We learn that faith is not believing because we see the answer. Faith is believing because we know the One who holds the answer.

Some of the greatest testimonies are born in seasons of waiting. Some of the deepest intimacy with God is developed when there is nowhere else to turn but to Him.

If you find yourself in the waiting room today, do not lose heart.

God has not forgotten your prayers.

God has not overlooked your tears.

God has not misplaced His promises.

The tension you feel today is not the end of your story.

Keep praying.

Keep worshiping.

Keep trusting.

Keep taking the next faithful step.

One day you will look back and realize that what felt like a delay was actually God preparing you for something greater than you could see at the time.

The waiting room may be uncomfortable, but God is present there.

The tension may be real, but so is His faithfulness.

And while you wait, remember this truth: God is never late. He is always working, always faithful, and always worthy of your trust.

Your breakthrough may be closer than you think. ~OC

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Hope Is A Choice

Today’s a new day! ~OC

Every morning when we wake up, we are faced with countless decisions. Some decisions are small and insignificant, while others can shape the direction of our entire day. One of the most important choices we make each morning is whether we will walk the road of hope or the road of despair.

Despair is easy. It often arrives uninvited, reminding us of yesterday’s failures, today’s struggles, and tomorrow’s uncertainties. Despair tells us that our circumstances will never change. It whispers that our prayers are unanswered and our battles are too great. If we continue down that road, we eventually find ourselves stuck, discouraged, and unable to see the opportunities God has placed before us.

Hope, however, is different. Hope is a choice. Hope is not denying reality or pretending that difficulties do not exist. Christian hope is the confident expectation that God is at work even when we cannot see it. It is trusting that God remains faithful regardless of our circumstances.

The Apostle Paul understood this truth. He wrote:

“Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.” (Romans 5:3-4)

Notice the progression. Suffering is not the end of the story. God uses our trials to produce perseverance. Perseverance shapes our character. Character develops hope. What the enemy intends to use to discourage us, God uses to strengthen us.

Hope opens our eyes to possibilities that despair can never see. Hope reminds us that God is still writing our story. Hope allows us to see opportunities hidden within challenges. Hope gives us the courage to take one more step, pray one more prayer, and trust God one more day.

For many of us, the temptation to choose despair is real. We face health challenges, financial pressures, broken relationships, disappointments, and uncertainties. Yet every day God invites us to choose hope. He reminds us that His promises are still true, His love is still constant, and His grace is still sufficient.

Today, you have a choice.

You can walk down the road of despair, focusing on everything that is wrong and everything that could go wrong. Or you can walk down the road of hope, trusting that God is working all things together for His glory and your good.

One road leads to discouragement and stagnation.

The other leads to faith, growth, purpose, and opportunities beyond what you can imagine.

Choose hope.

Not because life is easy.

Not because the road is smooth.

But because God is faithful.

And when God is leading the way, hope is always the right choice.

Prayer:

Dear Jesus, help us choose hope today. When challenges arise and despair tries to take hold, remind us of Your faithfulness. Strengthen our perseverance, build our character, and fill our hearts with the hope that comes from trusting You. Help us to see opportunities instead of obstacles and to walk confidently in the plans You have for our lives. It’s in the powerful name of Jesus’ we pray. Amen.

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Hope Isles: A New Beginning/ Chapter Eleven: The Weight of a Name

James didn’t sleep much that night.

The guest room at his father’s house was quiet in a way that felt unfamiliar—no creaking porch boards, no distant harbor breeze, no faint sounds of Hope House settling into itself.

Just stillness.

The kind that forces memories to rise when everything else is quiet enough to hear them.

At some point before dawn, James sat up on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor.

Forgiveness.

The word kept returning like a tide that refused to retreat.

Not because he didn’t understand it.

But because understanding it for others had always been easier than living it for himself.

Down the hall, he heard movement.

His father was awake early—again.

James found him in the kitchen, slowly pouring coffee with shaking hands.

“I could’ve done that,” James said.

His father gave a faint smile.

“I needed to try.”

James leaned against the counter.

Silence settled between them again, but it was different now.

Less heavy.

More uncertain.

Like something was being rebuilt, but neither of them knew the shape yet.

“I didn’t raise you right,” his father said suddenly.

James looked up.

“That’s not entirely true.”

His father shook his head.

“It is.”

A pause.

“I raised you with rules. Not presence.”

James didn’t respond immediately.

That honesty was new between them.

Uncomfortable, but real.

“You weren’t there,” James said quietly.

“I know.”

Another silence.

Then James added, softer:

“But I remember the good parts too.”

That caught his father off guard.

“What good parts?”

James hesitated.

“Before everything broke… you used to take me fishing.”

A faint smile crossed the older man’s face.

“I remember that.”

“I think that’s why I still like the water,” James said.

His father looked down at his coffee.

“I used to pray over you when you were asleep,” he said.

James didn’t react right away.

That confession didn’t erase the absence.

But it complicated it.

And complication was something neither of them had fully allowed before.

Meanwhile, in Hope Isles, the day was already in motion.

At the Sit Awhile Diner, June slid a plate toward Joe.

“He hasn’t called yet,” Joe said.

June sighed.

“It’s only been a day.”

Joe shook his head.

“Feels longer.”

June glanced out the window.

“People don’t heal on our schedules.”

At Hope House, Sarah stood on the porch steps with Ethan.

The wind moved gently through the yard.

Ethan kicked at the dirt.

“I don’t like this part,” he admitted.

Sarah looked at him.

“What part?”

“Waiting.”

Sarah nodded slowly.

“Me neither.”

Ethan glanced toward the road.

“You think he’ll come back the same?”

Sarah considered that carefully.

Then answered honestly:

“No.”

Ethan frowned.

“That sounds bad.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

Back in the city, James and his father sat together again that afternoon.

This time, there was a photograph on the table between them.

The same one Rebecca had shown him.

Father and son.

Younger versions of themselves.

Before everything fractured.

His father pushed it closer.

“I kept this because I didn’t want to forget what I lost,” he said.

James studied it.

“I kept distance because I didn’t want to feel it.”

His father nodded.

“Both of us were holding on in different ways.”

That landed quietly between them.

Neither defended themselves.

Neither argued.

For once, they were simply acknowledging the truth.

Later that evening, James stepped outside alone.

The air was cooler now.

Streetlights flickered on.

Life continued around him, indifferent to personal reconciliation.

He pulled his phone from his pocket.

Stared at it.

Then hesitated.

Hope House.

Hope Isles.

Sarah.

Ethan.

June.

Joe.

Pastor Timothy.

He didn’t call.

Not yet.

But he typed a message.

Just one line.

“I’m still here. I just don’t know who I am when I leave this place.”

He stared at it for a long time.

Then deleted it.

Not because it wasn’t true.

But because it wasn’t finished yet.

Inside, his father opened a small drawer and pulled out a worn Bible.

He set it on the table.

“I stopped reading this for a while,” he said quietly.

James looked at it.

“Why?”

His father answered without looking up.

“Because I couldn’t face what it was asking of me.”

James nodded slowly.

“That sounds familiar.”

For the first time, a small, shared understanding passed between them.

Not resolution.

Not healing.

But recognition.

That night, James stood at the window again.

This time, he didn’t just see the neighborhood.

He saw both places at once.

The quiet city street in front of him…

And the old white house on Joy Lane, filled with voices, brokenness, laughter, and beginning again.

Two worlds.

Two versions of himself.

And somewhere between them…

a decision he would soon have to make.

Because forgiveness wasn’t just something he was being asked to give.

It was something he was being asked to live inside of.

And that changes everything.

To Be Continued….

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Say His Name: Kohen Wiley

Say his name.

Kohen Wiley.

A one-year-old child whose life was taken far too soon.

In the coming days, some people will undoubtedly try to turn the death of Kohen Wiley into a political argument. They will attempt to fit this tragedy into their preferred narrative, use it to score points, or frame it through the lens of ideology. But this is far bigger than politics.

The murder of Kohen Wiley is a heartbreaking reflection of the state of humanity in America in 2026.

A child is gone.

A family is shattered.

A community is grieving.

And no amount of political spin can change those facts.

The reported circumstances surrounding this tragedy make it even more difficult to comprehend. The murder of a child over diapers is beyond unacceptable. It is a horrifying reminder of how broken this world can be and how desperately we need compassion, accountability, and justice.

Those responsible for the death of Kohen Wiley must be held accountable.

Justice cannot bring this precious child back, but justice matters. It matters to the family. It matters to the community. It matters because every human life has value, and the life of a child is no exception.

As Christians, we believe every person is created in the image of God. We believe children are a gift from the Lord. We believe that Jesus welcomed children into His presence and warned against causing harm to the innocent.

Today, our hearts should not be focused on arguments. They should be focused on grief, prayer, and support for those who are suffering.

My prayers go out to the family and friends of Kohen Wiley. I pray that God surrounds them with His comfort in the darkest moments of their lives. I pray He gives them strength for the difficult days ahead. I pray that He places caring people around them who will walk with them through this unimaginable loss.

There is another truth that every leader, elected official, community organizer, pastor, and public servant should understand:

Grief and anger are neighbors.

When institutions fail to acknowledge grief, anger moves in.

Not because people are impatient.

Not because people are unreasonable.

But because people are human.

Because love and loss are inseparable.

A family cannot place its sorrow on hold while officials try to figure things out. A community cannot pause its heartbreak until a press conference is scheduled or a report is completed.

The community is not reacting to paperwork.

The community is responding to the loss of an innocent one-year-old child.

That pain is real.

That grief is real.

And it deserves to be acknowledged with compassion and urgency.

My prayer is that this family finds healing. My prayer is that this community finds healing. My prayer is that justice is served and that those responsible are held accountable for their actions.

Most of all, I pray that Kohen Wiley receives justice beyond the grave from a God who sees every tear, knows every sorrow, and never overlooks the suffering of the innocent.

May we refuse to let his story be reduced to a headline.

May we refuse to let his name be forgotten.

Remember the family.

Remember the community.

Remember the loss.

And most importantly remember the name.

Kohen Wiley. ~OC

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Living Out Answered Prayers

Today’s a new day! ~OC

Have you ever stopped to think about the prayers you prayed years ago?

The prayers whispered through tears.


The prayers spoken in hospital rooms.


The prayers prayed while driving to work.


The prayers prayed while wondering if God was listening.

Today, I want to encourage you to pause for a moment and reflect on something important:

You are currently living out at least one of the prayers you used to pray.

Maybe you once prayed for a spouse, and now you’re blessed with a loving marriage.

Maybe you prayed for children, and now your home is filled with laughter.

Maybe you prayed for healing, and while your journey isn’t over, God has brought you farther than you ever thought possible.

Maybe you prayed for a new job, a new home, a church family, financial provision, restored relationships, or simply the strength to make it through another day.

Whatever it is, there is a good chance that something in your life right now was once a desperate prayer.

The problem is that we often become so focused on what we are still waiting for that we forget what God has already done.

We can become consumed with the next prayer request, the next challenge, the next mountain to climb, and overlook the countless ways God has already been faithful.

Throughout Scripture, God often instructed His people to remember.

Remember His faithfulness.

Remember His provision.

Remember His miracles.

Remember how He brought them through difficult seasons.

Why? Because remembering strengthens our faith for whatever lies ahead.

When we reflect on answered prayers, we are reminded that God has never abandoned us. 

The same God who carried us through yesterday is the same God who walks with us today.

Maybe you’re still waiting on some prayers to be answered. Perhaps you’re praying for healing, restoration, breakthrough, direction, or peace. Don’t give up.

Take a moment today to look back before looking ahead.

Look back at the doors God has opened.

Look back at the battles He has brought you through.

Look back at the blessings you once only dreamed about.

Look back at the prayers that have become your reality

Gratitude changes our perspective.

When we recognize God’s faithfulness in the past, hope begins to rise for the future.

So today, instead of focusing solely on what you don’t have, thank God for what He has already done.

Celebrate the prayers He has answered.

Celebrate the victories, both big and small.

Celebrate the fact that His grace has carried you this far.

You may not be where you want to be yet, but by the grace of God, you are not where you used to be.

And that’s worth thanking Him for.

Prayer:

Father, thank You for every prayer You have answered, even the ones I have forgotten about. Thank You for Your faithfulness through every season of my life. Help me to remember Your goodness, celebrate Your blessings, and trust You with the prayers I am still waiting on. Strengthen my faith as I reflect on all You have already done. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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