I Want to Walk on the Water

There is a kind of exhaustion that goes deeper than being tired. Not the kind sleep fixes. Not the kind a vacation heals. The kind that settles into your soul after fighting for a long time. Weariness. I once heard a speaker say that nearly everyone who is told by their physician, “Change your ways or die,” never truly changes. I heard that statistic a few months ago at a seminar before I understood how sick I actually was. I remember sitting there thinking: Why wouldn’t they change? Why would someone choose not to live? Now I understand. Weariness. Weary with no perceived progress. Weary with the contraption you are tethered to. Weary with bland food. Weary with limitations. Weary with the looks of pity. Weary with the lack of energy. Weary with waking up every day wondering if this is as good as it gets. And somewhere deep inside, screaming for normalcy. Why can’t things just go back to the way they were before? Being completely honest? I wanted to give up this wee...

There is something about Peter’s words in the middle of the storm that I cannot get out of my spirit: “Lord, if this is You… bid me come closer.” The storm was raging. The waves were violent. The wind was terrifying. The disciples were afraid. Yet, in the middle of all of it, Peter recognized Jesus. Not after the storm passed. Not once the sea became calm. Right there in the middle of the chaos. That changed the way I see this account entirely. Because maybe Peter stepping out of the boat was not only about boldness or reckless faith. Maybe it was about recognizing Jesus in the middle of the storm and realizing that being closer to Him mattered more than staying where he was. Honestly, that hits me deeply. Because sometimes life feels exactly like that. Heavy. Uncertain. Overwhelming. The winds rage around us. Fear creeps in. Circumstances feel bigger than we are. And in moments like that, it becomes very easy to focus only on the storm itself. But Peter looke...

Before you read the full story, I wanted to share this piece of my heart face-to-face. This journey has changed me in ways I’m still learning to explain. But through every wave, God has remained faithful. 🎥 Watch the short video here . On Thursday, January 22, 2026, I flew home from a business trip to Dallas. By 11 PM, I was finally back in Thomasville, Georgia, exhausted but grateful to be home. Less than 24 hours later, my life changed forever. On Friday afternoon, after what I thought would be a somewhat routine echocardiogram, I was admitted directly into the hospital. I can still hear the cardiologist’s words,  “You are at risk for sudden cardiac death.”  Nothing prepares you for hearing words like that. Nothing. I went from living a normal life… to suddenly being monitored in a cardiac unit wondering what next. I left the hospital on January 27th with seven medications, a LifeVest, and a completely different life than the one I had walked in with just days before...

Last night, after weeks of drought and days of wildfire smoke hanging over South Georgia, the rain finally came. You could hear it before you saw it. The thunder in the distant. The wind shifting. Then, the smell of rain soaking into dry ground that had been desperate for water. And immediately, I thought about the Holy Spirit. Does your heart feel just like the land felt? Dry. Weary. Cracked. Thirsty. Sweet rain changes everything. The Bible speaks often of rain—not just as weather, but as a sign of God’s blessing, provision, refreshing, and spiritual awakening. “Then I will give you your rains in their season,  and the land shall yield its increase, and the trees of the field shall yield their fruit. ” — Leviticus 26:4 ESV Sometimes we forget that dry seasons are not permanent. The drought may last longer than we wanted. The waiting may stretch our faith. The fires may leave marks behind. But eventually, God sends rain. And before the rain ever appeared, Elijah said: ...

Have you ever stepped on the scale in the morning and thought, What is happening? Up one pound. Down three pounds. Up two pounds. Some days it feels like progress. Other days it feels like you are going backward. Faith can feel the same way. There are seasons in our spiritual walk when we wonder if we are growing at all. We pray, seek God, read His Word, and try to stay faithful—yet inwardly it can feel like we are standing still. But what if you are not stuck at all?  What if God is working in ways you cannot yet see? God Knows How to Get You Where You Need to Be Jesus told Paul that He had chosen him to open people’s eyes so they could receive “ a place and portion among those who are consecrated and purified by faith " in Him. That means faith is not wasted. Trust is not empty. God uses every season to bring us deeper into Him. Sometimes progress is invisible, but  Isaiah gives us this promise: “I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar...

  Today, I turn 50. That sentence feels bigger than I expected it to—not because of the number, but because of everything it holds: years lived, lessons learned, prayers answered, heartbreak survived, grace received, and purpose still unfolding. Many people approach 50 with mixed emotions. Some see time passing. Others measure where they are against where they thought they’d be. But I’m choosing to see 50 differently. I’m choosing to see it through the lens of Jubilee . The Meaning of 50 In Scripture, the 50th year was the Year of Jubilee —a sacred season of freedom, restoration, renewal, and release. Debts were forgiven. Land was restored. People were set free. What had been lost could be reclaimed. It was God’s invitation to begin again. What a beautiful way to view turning 50. Freedom Looks Different Now At 20, freedom meant independence. At 30, it meant building something meaningful. At 40, it meant learning resilience. But at 50? Freedom looks like knowing who I am. Freedom lo...

Here in South Georgia, we are walking through a season of drought. The ground is dry, ponds are low, and wildfires have broken out across the land. Smoke fills the air, and what once looked green now feels thirsty and fragile. As I watched the dryness and the fires, I could not help but think about how often nature mirrors the condition of the soul. There are seasons in life when we experience a spiritual drought. Prayer feels dry. Worship feels distant. Joy seems harder to find. We may still be standing on the outside, but inwardly we know something is missing. Like the earth longing for rain, our souls long for the presence of God. As David wrote: “My soul thirsts for You... in a dry and thirsty land where there is no water.” — Psalm 63:1 Sometimes drought is not punishment—it is preparation. Dry seasons reveal where our roots truly are. They show whether we have been feeding on temporary things or planted deeply in the living water of Christ. Jeremiah reminds us: “Blessed is the man...

There is a fascinating creature in the ocean known as Turritopsis dohrnii , (pronounced  tur-ih-TOP-sis DOR-nee-eye)  often called the immortal jellyfish . Unlike most living things that move only forward through life—from youth to age—this jellyfish can, under stress or injury, revert back to an earlier stage of life and begin again. What an incredible picture of spiritual truth. While people cannot physically reverse aging, through Jesus Christ we are offered something even greater: spiritual rebirth, renewal, and transformation. God is the only One who can take what feels old, broken, wounded, or worn out and make it new again. Born Again: Our First Spiritual Awakening The greatest renewal begins the moment we come to Christ. Jesus told Nicodemus that no one can see the kingdom of God unless they are born again . This new birth is not natural—it is spiritual. It is the miracle of God giving new life to the soul. When we surrender to Jesus: old guilt is washed a...