Tag: Trials

Not In The Storm

Today’s a new day!

There comes a moment in life when you realize the journey is not about pretending to be strong every second of every day. It is about learning how to walk honestly with God through both the beautiful moments and the painful ones. As I continue walking this crazy beautiful health journey, I am jumping into the deep end of life.  I am choosing to live fully, love deeply, and embrace every moment God places in front of me. I am taking trips with my bride, cherishing the laughter, the quiet moments, and the memories we are building together. I am having deep and meaningful conversations about real life, real struggles, real faith, and real hope. No sugar coating. No masks. Just honesty wrapped in grace.

Some days are incredibly good. Some days feel light, hopeful, and full of strength. Then there are days that are really tough. Days where the storm feels loud and exhausting. But through every high and every low, I refuse to let the storm become my identity. My diagnosis is not my identity. My struggles are not my identity. My difficult moments are not my identity. My identity is found completely in Christ, and that is the only identity that truly matters.

The world often tries to define people by what they are going through.   God defines us by who we belong to. We belong to Him. We are loved by Him. We are redeemed by Him. We are sustained by Him. Storms may shape parts of our story, but they do not get to name us. Jesus does.

What this journey has taught me more than anything is this: life is too precious to spend buried under fear, hesitation, or regret. Too many people are waiting for “someday” to start living. Someday they will take the dream trip. Someday they will say “I love you.” Someday they will forgive. Someday they will have the hard but healing conversation. Someday they will step out in faith and pursue what God placed in their heart. But someday is never promised.

So my encouragement to everyone reading this is simple: live life to the fullest. Trust God enough to truly live. Take the trip. Make the phone call. Sit down and have the real conversation. Laugh loudly. Love deeply. Pray boldly. Stop allowing fear to keep you trapped in a life of “I wish I would have.” The storm may still rage around you, but there is a way to live beyond the storm.

Living beyond the storm does not mean pretending the storm is not real. It means refusing to let the storm steal your joy, your purpose, your faith, or your ability to truly live. It means understanding that even in the middle of pain, God is still writing beautiful chapters. It means choosing to see every breath as a gift and every day as an opportunity to love God and love people well.

At the end of our lives, most people will not regret loving too much, believing too much, or trusting God too deeply. They will regret the moments fear kept them from fully living. So live courageously. Live gratefully. Live authentically. And no matter what storm comes your way, never forget who you are.

Your identity is not in the storm.

Your identity is in Christ. ~OC

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Before We Speak

Today’s a new day! 

In a world overflowing with criticism, outrage, and division, followers of Jesus are called to respond differently. It is easy to point out someone’s failures. It is easy to condemn, shame, or speak harshly when people fall short. But Christ never called His people to become professional judges of broken humanity. He called us to become carriers of grace, truth, and prayer. Before we rush to criticize someone’s life, we should first fall to our knees and pray for their heart. Before we speak words of condemnation, we should ask God to move in their life the same way He once moved in ours.

Every person you see fighting battles, making mistakes, or wandering far from God is still someone deeply loved by the Creator. Many people are carrying wounds nobody knows about. Some are drowning in fear, addiction, loneliness, bitterness, or shame. They do not need believers throwing stones from a distance; they need people willing to intercede for them with compassion. Jesus showed us what mercy looks like. Even while hanging on the cross, He prayed, “Father, forgive them.” If the Son of God responded to hatred with prayer and forgiveness, how much more should we?

Pray more than you judge. Pray more than you condemn. Pray for your family members who seem far from God. Pray for those who hurt you. Pray for those trapped in sin. Pray for those who mock your faith. Prayer has the power to soften hardened hearts, restore broken lives, and bring people into an encounter with Jesus that no argument ever could. Condemnation pushes people further into darkness, but prayer invites the light of God into impossible situations.

The Church shines brightest when it reflects the heart of Christ. Truth matters, but truth without love becomes noise. We are called to stand for righteousness while still extending mercy to people who desperately need hope. None of us were saved because we were perfect; we were saved because Jesus loved us in the middle of our brokenness. May we become believers known not for harsh judgment, but for powerful prayers, compassionate hearts, and a relentless desire to see people redeemed by the grace of God. ~OC

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Haunted By Regret

Today’s a new day! 

Christians are not called to live lives haunted by regret. In Christ, you are not a patched-up version of who you used to be—you are a brand new creation. The old you is gone, not hidden, not waiting to resurface, but fully replaced by the transforming power of God’s grace. Too often, we allow our past mistakes, failures, and pain to whisper lies into our present, trying to convince us that we are still bound to who we were. But the truth stands firm: your past has been erased by the King of kings. What He has forgiven, He has removed. What He has redeemed, He has restored. You are no longer defined by what you’ve done—you are defined by who He says you are.

Walking in that truth means choosing victory over remembrance of defeat. It means refusing to sit in chapters that God has already closed. When you continually revisit your past, you risk giving it power it no longer holds. Instead, God invites you to step forward into the life He has prepared for you—a life filled with purpose, hope, and new beginnings. He has amazing plans for your life, plans that cannot be fulfilled if you remain anchored in yesterday. So stop re-reading those old pages. Let them remain in the past where they belong. Today is a fresh page, and tomorrow is an unwritten chapter. Walk boldly in your new identity, dwell fully in His promises, and start writing a story marked not by regret, but by redemption, victory, and the unshakable faithfulness of God. ~OC

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The Limp of Faith, The Swagger of Grace

Today’s a new day!

When we truly surrender to Jesus, we often imagine peace, clarity, and a smoother path ahead—and in many ways, that’s true. But surrender also places us on a road that runs against the grain of the world. To live out His teachings, to walk in truth, grace, and conviction, is to stand in contrast to a culture that often resists both. Jesus never hid this reality. He made it clear that following Him would come with a cost—misunderstanding, rejection, and even ridicule. And yet, that cost is not a sign that something has gone wrong; it’s often evidence that something has gone right.

There will be moments when obedience feels lonely, when doing the right thing makes you the target instead of the example. People may question your choices, mock your faith, or walk away because your life reflects something they don’t understand or don’t want to confront. In those moments, it’s tempting to shrink back, to soften the message, or to blend in just enough to avoid the discomfort. But surrender isn’t partial—it’s whole. And walking with Jesus means continuing forward, even when the path is steep and the crowd thins out.

So if you find yourself walking through seasons of resistance, don’t stop walking. Even if you walk with a limp—wounded by words, weary from the journey, or burdened by the weight of it all—keep moving. God has never required perfection; He honors perseverance. A limp doesn’t disqualify you, it testifies that you’ve been in the fight and you’re still standing. Your faith is not proven in comfort, but in your willingness to keep going when it would be easier to quit.

And as you walk, walk with a spiritual swagger—not arrogance, but confidence rooted in who you belong to. There’s a quiet boldness that comes from knowing your identity is secure in Christ. It’s the kind of confidence that doesn’t need validation from the world because it’s anchored in eternal truth. You don’t have to shout to be strong. Sometimes the strongest statement you can make is simply refusing to turn back.

So walk on. Walk through the criticism, through the doubt, through the isolation if it comes. Walk with humility, but also with authority. Walk with grace, but also with conviction. And whether your steps are steady or uneven, take them knowing that Jesus walks with you—every step, every stumble, every victory. ~OC

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Busy Serving or Spirit-Led Serving

Today’s a new day!

There is a profound difference between simply serving and serving in the power of the Holy Spirit. Many people in the body of Christ are active, busy, and even well-intentioned in their service, but activity alone does not guarantee spiritual fruit. The question we must each wrestle with is this: Am I serving out of my own strength, my own wisdom, and my own energy—or am I surrendered enough that the Holy Spirit is actually empowering what I do? One can look similar on the outside, but only one carries eternal impact.

When we serve in our own strength, we eventually burn out, grow frustrated, or begin to rely on recognition and results to feel fulfilled. But when we serve in the power of the Holy Spirit, there is a different kind of strength at work—one that sustains, humbles, and multiplies beyond our natural ability. The Holy Spirit doesn’t just help us do more; He helps us become more like Christ while we serve. He shifts our motivation from obligation to love, from performance to obedience, and from striving to abiding.

So the real invitation is not just “serve more,” but “surrender deeper.” Before every act of service, we can pause and ask, “Lord, is this coming from You, or just from me?” Because when the Holy Spirit leads the work, even the smallest act of obedience carries eternal weight. Serving in the Spirit is not about doing greater things for God—it’s about God doing His greater work through us. ~OC

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More Than Mortality: A Call To Live Well

Today’s a New Day!

There’s a question that tends to follow me these days as I walk through this health journey: “Do you think about your mortality?” And the honest answer is yes—but probably not in the way people expect. Because the truth is, this isn’t just my reality; it’s everyone’s. Whether we acknowledge it or not, every one of us is living on borrowed time. None of us know when our final breath will come. We make plans, we chase goals, we assume tomorrow is waiting—but that’s never a guarantee. And maybe that’s not meant to scare us, but to wake us up.

Instead of obsessing over when the clock might run out, I’ve started asking a different question: what am I doing with the time I have right now? Am I using it in a way that matters? Am I choosing love over division, compassion over judgment, action over apathy? It’s easy to get caught up in labels—who people vote for, how they live, what they believe—but none of those things will matter as much as how we treated one another. At the end of the day, our legacy won’t be built on opinions shouted the loudest, but on kindness lived out the longest.

Time is a gift, even on the hardest days. Especially on the hardest days. And maybe the real challenge isn’t figuring out how much time we have left, but deciding what kind of impact we want to leave behind. Are we lifting people up? Are we showing grace where it’s least expected? Are we making someone’s load a little lighter? Those are the questions worth wrestling with.

Because when the clock does finally run out—and it will for all of us—it won’t be about how long we lived, but how well we loved. ~OC

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Not A Coincidence

Today’s a new day!

There are moments in life when you look back and wonder how you made it through. The nights that felt endless, the heartbreak that cut deeper than words, the battles you thought would surely take you out—but somehow, you’re still here. It’s easy to chalk it up to luck, coincidence, or sheer willpower. But the truth runs deeper than that. You survived everything that was meant to destroy you, and that’s not a coincidence—that was Jesus. In the middle of the chaos, when you couldn’t see a way forward, He was already making one. When you were too weak to stand, He was carrying you. Even when you didn’t recognize His hand, His presence never left your side.

Jesus doesn’t just show up in the good moments; He proves Himself in the fire. Every trial you walked through and came out of wasn’t just something you endured—it was something He brought you through. The pain didn’t have the final say. The enemy didn’t win. Your story didn’t end there. What was meant to break you became part of the testimony that now defines you. So when doubt tries to creep in and tell you that you’re alone or forgotten, remember your own history. Look at the evidence of grace all over your life. You’re still standing, still breathing, still moving forward—and that’s all the proof you need. Jesus has been faithful before, and He will be faithful again. ~OC

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The Story Behind The Music 

Today’s a new day!

People often ask me how I started writing music, and the honest answer might surprise them—I don’t come from some deep well of musical training or natural talent. I’ve never claimed to be a musician in the traditional sense. But what I have always had is an ear for music and a mind full of thoughts that never seem to sit still. For years, those thoughts found their way into blog posts, journal entries, and scattered writings. I didn’t realize at the time that God was planting seeds—words that would one day find a different kind of rhythm and voice.

As time has gone on, I’ve heard people assume that what I write must just be random phrases plugged into some app, especially with how much AI is shaping the world around us. But I want to be clear—every word I share comes from a real place. It comes from my heart, from my experiences, and from what strength I still have to express what’s inside me. These songs aren’t manufactured; they’re lived. They are pieces of my journey, shaped by faith, struggle, and the quiet moments where God meets me right where I am. Yes, the vocals and music are AI generated, but each word, each vocal and style of music comes from God inspired inspiration. And a lot of late nights.

The turning point came during a time of prayer. I felt God speaking to my spirit, nudging me to take those old writings and begin turning them into songs. My first response was hesitation—I told Him plainly, “I don’t know how to write music.” But in that stillness, I felt His answer just as clearly: I do. It wasn’t about technique or training; it was about obedience. So I started, unsure but willing, trusting that if He called me to it, He would carry me through it.

Not long after, I prayed a simple but bold prayer—that God would give me something new to write every single day. And in His faithfulness, He has answered that prayer again and again. Each morning brings a new thought, a new message, a new opportunity to share something He’s placed on my heart. That’s why so many of you receive those daily texts or posts—it’s not routine, it’s provision. This journey isn’t about becoming a great songwriter; it’s about being a willing vessel. And as long as He keeps giving me the words, I’ll keep writing them. ~OC

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The Strut And The Walk: From The Streets To The Spirit

On nights my health issues do not allow me to sleep, I sometimes scroll through YouTube and watch different videos. The other night as I was scrolling, I came across The Bee Gees Staying Alive video from the movie Saturday Night Fever. The beginning of the video starts with the scene of John Travolta’s character Tony Manero walking or I should say strutting down the streets of New York City. As I watched the video, the following words came to me. 

There’s something unforgettable about that iconic opening scene—Tony strutting down the street with confidence, rhythm in his step, the world moving to his beat. In Saturday Night Fever, his walk wasn’t just about getting from one place to another—it was a declaration. It said, I know who I am. I know where I’m going.

But if we’re honest, Tony’s strut was built on shaky ground. Beneath the confidence was insecurity. Beneath the rhythm was restlessness. His walk looked strong, but his life was searching for something deeper.

That’s where the contrast with the Christian walk becomes powerful.

The Bible calls us to “walk by faith, not by sight” (2 Corinthians 5:7). And unlike Tony’s strut—which depended on outward appearance and inner uncertainty—the Christian walk is rooted in something unshakable: a relationship with Jesus Christ.

Tony walked to impress.
We walk to reflect.

Tony’s confidence came from how others saw him. Our confidence comes from how God sees us.

Tony’s rhythm came from music that faded.
Our rhythm comes from the Spirit that never leaves.

There’s nothing wrong with having a little swagger in your step—but the question is, what’s fueling it? The world teaches us to walk in pride, self-promotion, and performance. But Jesus teaches us a different way:

  • Walk in humility.
  • Walk in love.
  • Walk in obedience.
  • Walk in truth.

Ephesians 4:1 urges us to “walk in a manner worthy of the calling you have received.” That’s not about perfection—it’s about direction. It’s about moving forward, step by step, even when the path isn’t easy.

Because here’s the truth: the Christian walk isn’t always flashy. It won’t always have a soundtrack. There are days it feels more like a slow, steady climb than a confident strut. But every step matters. Every step is seen. Every step, when surrendered to Christ, carries eternal significance.

And unlike Tony’s walk, which was confined to city streets and Saturday nights, your walk with Jesus leads somewhere far greater—it leads to transformation, purpose, and ultimately, eternity with Him.

So walk boldly—but not in your own strength.
Walk confidently—but not in your own identity.
Walk faithfully—because you are following a Savior who never loses His way.

You don’t need the spotlight.
You don’t need the applause.

Just keep walking.

Because when your steps are ordered by the Lord, even the quietest walk becomes the most powerful testimony. ~OC

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Through Every Season

Today’s a new day! 

A true life of service isn’t measured in titles, applause, or the weight of history books—it’s revealed in quiet consistency, in promises kept when no one would blame you for stepping back.

At the state funeral of President Jimmy Carter, his grandson Jason Carter said something simple yet profound: he was the same person no matter who he was with or where he was. Not a version of himself—just himself. Always.

And if you’re looking for proof of that kind of integrity, you don’t have to search long.

In the autumn of 2019, at 95 years old, President Carter fell at his home in Plains, Georgia. He split his forehead, required 14 stitches, and woke the next morning with a blackened eye and a bandage across his brow. For most, that would be reason enough to rest, recover, and cancel whatever came next. 

But Jimmy Carter had made a promise.

So he boarded a plane and flew to Nashville, Tennessee.

That evening, standing before volunteers at the historic Ryman Auditorium, his face bruised and stitched, he didn’t speak about pain or sacrifice. He simply said, “I had a No. 1 priority, and that was to come to Nashville and build houses.”

And the next morning, he did exactly that.

No special treatment. No spotlight. Just jeans, a blue volunteer T-shirt, and a drill in his hand—working shoulder to shoulder with others through Habitat for Humanity to build porches for families who needed homes.

What makes this story even more powerful is that it wasn’t extraordinary for him.

It was normal.

This was the 36th consecutive year he had shown up.

It all began back in 1984, just a few years after leaving the White House. Walking past a build site in New York City, he noticed something most people would overlook—there weren’t enough hands. So he joined in. No announcement. No ceremony. He slept on a church bunk bed while others expected him to make a brief appearance and leave.

Instead, he picked up a hammer and stayed.

He once said, “It’s OK if they want to take my picture holding a hammer, but as long as I’m holding a hammer, it’s going to be hitting a nail.”

And that’s exactly how he lived.

Over the next three and a half decades, President Carter helped build and repair more than 4,300 homes alongside over 100,000 volunteers across 14 countries. He never asked for a different shirt. Never separated himself from the work. Never became a symbol instead of a servant.

He simply showed up.

Again and again.

There’s something deeply challenging about a life like that. Because it strips away excuses. It redefines what greatness looks like. It reminds us that legacy isn’t built in moments of comfort, but in moments of commitment.

A true life of service doesn’t demand recognition—it demands faithfulness.

Not once.
Not occasionally.
But consistently.

Through pain. Through age. Through every season.

And maybe that’s the real takeaway: the world doesn’t just need more leaders—it needs more servants. People who don’t just talk about making a difference, but quietly, faithfully, relentlessly go to work.

Because in the end, the most powerful testimony isn’t what we say.

It’s what we do—day after day, promise after promise, nail after nail. ~OC

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