Rest Is The Revolution: How Slowing Down Sets You Free
God is surely not measuring your worth by your output. He is inviting you back into a divine rhythm. One where peace leads. The one where presence matters more than productivity.
God is surely not measuring your worth by your output. He is inviting you back into a divine rhythm. One where peace leads. The one where presence matters more than productivity.
Are you truly self-aware, or just self-critical? Because God doesn’t just call us to notice what’s broken—He invites us to see what’s beautiful, sacred, and already whole. Awareness isn’t just good—it’s God.
The meetings weren’t wasting my time—I was. I had been squandering the opportunity to love, to connect, to lead.
Do I have to reach the limit to be enough? The answer came back swift and clear: No. Let it be what it is. Trust that it is good. Trust that what is is enough.
Love– My love is patient, kind. It always protects, trusts, hopes, and perseveres. Love never fails. So don’t fail him—or Me! Cast your cares onto Me, so when you are with him, you can be who he needs you to be. Not you—but Me in you!
Why worry when I can pray? Why worry when I can safely forget because You—the God who knows, hears, and sees ALL—will and does remember?! Thank You, God, for this freedom. For this liberation. For this knowing. For this understanding.
Hurt ones heal most. Don’t hurry their healing like you hurry your life. Move at the pace of the body. At the pace of peace. At the pace of ME!
I am learning that not everything I share will be received as I intend. A few weeks ago, I spoke openly from my heart, and someone took offense. It shook me—this space is sacred to me. But I now understand my role is not to control how my words land—only to speak and let them exist.
This is why we keep losing ourselves in love: because we search for something outside of us that can only be found within. The more I love myself, the more I experience God. And the more I experience God, the more I experience heaven on Earth.
I do not call it love when someone I’m dating neglects me. So how can I call it love when I neglect myself? Love is not just what we feel. It’s what we do.