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...