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Where God Has Forgotten

~ Observant Servant ~ Leave a comment

There have been moments in my life where I have truly missed it… not just lightly, but in ways that came from deep places of pain, frustration, and woundedness. In those moments, I have spoken in ways that did not honor those God placed above me. When the weight of it settled in, I knew. I needed to humble myself.

So I did.

I went back. I repented to them, and I repented before the Lord. But truthfully, walking out repentance is not always simple. Sometimes it lingers. Sometimes it feels like the moment keeps echoing long after you’ve laid it down. You feel watched, waiting for the next slip up. If possible, enemy will even take every chance to poke and prod you into more places of pain to make that walk all the more difficult. He delights in your failure and whispers how much of a disappointment you are when it happens.

Over the past few days, I have spent time in prayer and fasting, bringing this before the Lord again and again. Not because I wanted to stay in shame, but because I genuinely desired to be right in His sight. I wanted to change. Yet there was this quiet struggle in my heart… a feeling that I hadn’t truly been forgiven. I had to prove myself.

Then today, in the middle of what felt like endless driving, the Lord met me in such a gentle way.

Right as I was arriving home, I felt His Spirit whisper to my heart: “Audience of One.”

It settled everything.

He reminded me that while I am called to humble myself before others and seek reconciliation, I cannot control whether someone chooses to forgive me. That part belongs to them. What matters is that I humbled myself, that I obeyed, that I came low before Him.

In that place, His forgiveness is not partial. It is not hesitant. It is complete.

I was taken back to the early days of my salvation, when the weight of my past felt overwhelming. I remember feeling like I needed to account for every single sin, as if I had to earn my way back into right standing. The enemy pressed hard with that lie.

But the Holy Spirit spoke something so freeing.. that my sins were cast away, removed, no longer held against me.

“As far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us.” — Psalm 103:12

“You will cast all our sins into the depths of the sea.” — Micah 7:19

That is the kindness of God. That is the freedom found in His mercy and grace.

Repentance is not meant to trap us in a cycle of condemnation. It is meant to bring us back into alignment with Him. Once we have truly repented, we are invited to walk forward in humility… not constantly looking backward in shame.

There may be times when others remember what God has already forgiven. There may be moments when it is brought up again, or held against us. But I am learning that I cannot live bound to what God has already released me from. If He says I am forgiven, then that’s it. It is done.

The enemy accuses. He revisits. He replays. He wants you to never live it down. He delights in seeing you broken and hurting. He will drag it out for years if possible keeping you trapped in chains of shame and condemnation.

But God forgives and restores. That’s is why we have joy. It is because HE has forgiven us. The enemy wants you to forget that.

I choose to stay low before Him, to keep my heart soft, to remain teachable… and to trust that He alone sees the full posture of my heart.

“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” — 1 John 1:9

Only God truly sees the heart. His mercy is deeper than my failure.

Father, I come before You with a humble heart. Thank You for Your mercy that meets me even in my weakness. Thank You that when I repent, You are faithful to forgive and to cleanse. Teach me to walk in true humility, not in shame, but in surrender. Help me to release the need for man’s approval and rest fully in Your grace. Guard my heart from condemnation, and anchor me in the truth of Your love. Let my life reflect a heart that is continually yielded to You. In Jesus’ name, amen.

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When God Doesn’t Expedite

~ Observant Servant

I didn’t expect a simple comment in conversation to stay with me the way it did.

“You can’t pray hard to get express shipping on God’s timing.”

It wasn’t said harshly. It wasn’t meant to correct me. But it settled into my thoughts in a way that felt… exposing. Not because it was wrong, but because it quietly touched something I’ve wrestled with more than I like to admit.

There have been many moments in my walk with God where my prayers carried more urgency than surrender. Not just asking… but hoping something would shift faster because I was asking more intensely. As if persistence could speed up what God had already set in motion.

I don’t think that came from a place of unbelief. I think it came from longing.

There is a kind of ache that comes with unanswered prayer. Not the kind rooted in doubt, but the kind rooted in hope. The kind that knows God can do it… and wonders why He hasn’t yet.

And somewhere in that tension, I’ve had to confront something in my own heart.

Was I trusting God… or was I trying to manage His timing?

Scripture has a way of gently exposing what we don’t always want to see clearly.

“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” — Ecclesiastes 3:1

A time. Not my time. Not the time that feels most comfortable or most logical. His.

That’s where deep faith begins to look different than I once imagined. It’s not just believing that God will answer. It’s believing that His timing is not a delay… it’s part of the answer. That can be harder because delay feels like silence if we’re not careful.

But Scripture reframes that too.

“The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward…” — 2 Peter 3:9

What I sometimes interpret as slowness… God calls patience. What I sometimes experience as stillness… God may be using as preparation.

There have been prayers in my life that, looking back now, I’m grateful were not answered quickly. Not because they were wrong prayers, but because I wasn’t ready for the weight of what I was asking for. Or because God was doing something deeper than the request itself.

And that’s the part we don’t always talk about.

God doesn’t just answer prayers. He forms people. So sometimes the waiting isn’t about withholding. It’s about shaping.

“But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.” — James 1:4

There is a work happening in the waiting that I would have missed if everything arrived when I wanted it to. Yet, this doesn’t mean we stop praying with urgency or desire. Scripture never tells us to become passive or detached. Jesus Himself spoke of persistence in prayer.

“Men ought always to pray, and not to faint.” — Luke 18:1

So it’s not that we stop asking. It’s that we release the timeline. There is a difference between pressing into God… and trying to pressure His hand.

One is rooted in relationship. The other can sometimes be rooted in fear. Fear that if it doesn’t happen soon, it won’t happen at all. But deep faith doesn’t rush God.

Deep faith rests in Him.

Even when the answer hasn’t come. Even when the door is still closed. Even when the silence stretches longer than expected. Deep faith trusts that God is not just hearing the prayer… He is holding the timing.

“Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord.” — Psalm 27:14

There is strengthening that only comes through waiting. Not passive waiting. Not discouraged waiting. But surrendered waiting. The kind that says, “Lord, I trust You not only with the outcome… but with the process.” That kind of trust doesn’t come overnight. It’s learned. Slowly. Sometimes painfully. But faithfully.

I’m still learning it. Still catching myself when I try to rush what God is carefully unfolding. Still being invited back into that quiet place of trust where I remember… He is not late. He is not withholding. He is not unaware.

He is God.

And His timing is not something to fight against… it’s something to rest inside of.

“He hath made every thing beautiful in his time…” — Ecclesiastes 3:11

In His time.

Not rushed. Not forced.

But beautiful.

Lord,

I come to You honestly, with all the places in my heart that still want to rush what You are doing. You see the prayers I’ve prayed, the things I’ve longed for, the answers I’ve hoped would come sooner. And yet, You have remained steady, faithful, and unchanging.

Teach me to trust Your timing, not just Your ability. Help me to release the urge to control what was never mine to control. Where impatience has taken root, replace it with peace. Where fear has whispered that delay means denial, remind me of Your promises.

Strengthen my heart in the waiting. Form something in me that could not be formed any other way. Let my prayers come from a place of relationship, not pressure. From surrender, not striving.

I trust that You are not late. I trust that You are working, even when I cannot see it. And I choose to rest in Your timing, knowing that You make all things beautiful in Your time.

In Jesus’ name, amen.

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When Being Right Matters More Than Restoring in Love

~ Observant Servant

There is a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from working alongside people who care more about being right than they do about restoring others in love.

I have felt it.

It’s not the exhaustion of hard work. I don’t mind hard work. It’s not even the weight of correction. I welcome correction when it comes from a heart that wants healing and growth. What drains the soul is when “rightness” becomes the goal and restoration quietly slips out the back door.

There is a difference between correction and correction without compassion.

Jesus never avoided truth. Not once. But He never used truth as a weapon to win an argument. He used truth as a scalpel to heal a wound. In John 8:10–11, when the woman caught in adultery stood exposed and ashamed, He said, “Neither do I condemn you; go and sin no more.” Restoration came before redirection. He upheld righteousness without crushing her spirit.

That balance is rare — and it is holy.

I have worked in environments where being correct was prized above being Christlike. Conversations slowly turned into competitions. Listening became waiting for your turn to respond. Vulnerability no longer felt safe. Instead of asking, “How can we heal this?” the unspoken question became, “Who was wrong?”

And when that happens, something sacred gets lost.

Galatians 6:1 says, “Brethren, if a man is overtaken in any trespass, you who are spiritual restore such a one in a spirit of gentleness, considering yourself lest you also be tempted.” Restore. Gently. Remembering our own humanity.

That verse has confronted me deeply.

Because if I am honest, there have been moments when I wanted to be understood more than I wanted unity. Moments when I defended my position instead of defending the relationship. Ephesians 4:15 calls us to speak “the truth in love.”Not truth alone. Not love alone. Both.

You can win an argument and lose a person.
You can prove your point and damage trust.
You can be technically accurate and spiritually unkind.

First Corinthians 13:1 reminds us that if we speak with eloquence but do not have love, we are merely noise. And Proverbs 17:9 says, “Whoever covers an offense seeks love, but he who repeats a matter separates close friends.” There is wisdom in choosing restoration over repetition, healing over highlighting.

James 1:20 adds another sobering truth: “For the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God.” Being forceful does not make us fruitful. Being loud does not make us holy.

I am learning that correction without compassion often flows from insecurity, not strength. True spiritual maturity looks like humility. It asks, “How do I help this person grow?” rather than “How do I show that I’m right?”

Colossians 4:6 says, “Let your speech always be with grace, seasoned with salt.” Grace first. Salt second. Salt preserves and purifies, but grace makes it digestible.

Restoration reflects the heart of Jesus.

He is described in Isaiah 42:3 as One who “will not break a bruised reed, and smoking flax He will not quench.” He handles fragile people carefully. He does not snap what is already wounded.

That is the standard.

Working with people who prioritize being right over restoring in love has taught me something invaluable: I do not want to become that person. I want to carry truth in one hand and mercy in the other. I want my correction to feel safe, not threatening. I want those around me to know that even if I must address something difficult, my goal is always redemption.

Because at the end of the day, Jesus did not come to win arguments. He came to restore sons and daughters.

And if I belong to Him, restoration must matter more to me than being right.

Father God,

Thank You for being the One who restores instead of rejects. Thank You that You correct us without crushing us, and lead us without shaming us. Your mercy has rewritten my own story more times than I can count.

Lord, guard my heart from the subtle pride that wants to be right more than it wants to be loving. When I feel misunderstood, help me respond with grace. When I feel justified, remind me of the mercy You have shown me. When I am tempted to defend my position more than the relationship, gently realign me with Your heart.

Teach me to carry truth the way Jesus did — steady, fearless, and wrapped in compassion. Let my words heal instead of harm. Let my correction restore instead of wound. Make me safe for the bruised reed and gentle with those who are still growing.

Holy Spirit, search me. Remove any hardness that has formed from past hurt. Where exhaustion has made me guarded, breathe tenderness back into me. Where frustration has made me sharp, soften my tone. I want to reflect You well.

May restoration matter more to me than being right.
May unity matter more than winning.
May love be louder than my opinions.

Form Christ in me so deeply that anyone who encounters me encounters Your grace first.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

Restored Heart

The Safety of Being Hidden in Christ

~ Observant Servant

There are seasons when I feel pulled in a hundred directions. Responsibilities. Conversations. Expectations. Noise. And in the middle of it all, I find myself longing for something quieter — not escape, but refuge.

Psalm 91 has become deeply personal to me:

“He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress:
my God; in Him will I trust.”
— Psalm 91:1–2

The phrase that lingers with me is “dwells in the secret place.”

It does not say visits occasionally. It does not say rushes through. It says dwells.

There is a difference between knowing about God and living tucked close to Him. Dwelling implies remaining. Lingering. Staying when there is nothing impressive happening. Staying when there is no audience. Staying when the world feels loud.

I am learning that the secret place is not dramatic. It is quiet. It is the steady turning of my heart toward Him before I turn toward the day. It is choosing stillness before reaction. It is letting His voice speak before every other voice gets my attention.

The world rewards visibility. God invites hiddenness.

The world celebrates speed. God cultivates depth.

And depth does not grow in noise.

When the psalmist says we abide under the shadow of the Almighty, I picture being close enough to feel His nearness. A shadow only covers what stands near. The promise is not for the hurried or the distracted. It is for the one who dwells.

I have also realized that the secret place is not about isolation. It is about alignment. I can walk into a room full of people and still carry that quiet steadiness if I have first sat with Him.

There is protection in that kind of life. Not protection from hardship, but protection from losing myself in it. When I dwell with Him, fear does not get to define me. Urgency does not control me. Approval does not anchor me.

He becomes my refuge.

And refuge is not weakness. It is wisdom.

There have been moments when I tried to fight battles without first dwelling. I reacted instead of resting. I spoke before listening. I moved before praying. And I felt the strain of carrying weight that was never meant to sit on my shoulders.

Psalm 91 gently corrects that tendency.

Dwelling is not passive. It is intentional. It is choosing to remain in Him so that when the winds rise, I am not uprooted.

The more I sit with this, the more I realize that the secret place is not a location. It is a posture. It is the quiet decision to trust Him before I trust my own understanding.

“He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in Him will I trust.”

That last line feels like surrender. Not frantic faith. Not anxious striving. Just trust.

If you feel stretched thin or unsettled, perhaps the invitation is not to do more, but to dwell more deeply. To return to the quiet place where your soul is reminded who holds it.

The secret place is not small. It is sacred.

And those who dwell there are never alone.

Father,

Thank You that my life is hidden with Christ in You. Thank You that I am not exposed to the shifting opinions of the world, not defined by applause or diminished by silence. I am held.

When I am tempted to measure my worth by visibility, remind me that security in You is greater than recognition from others. When hidden seasons feel confusing or small, help me trust that You are forming roots beneath the surface.

Teach me to live from belonging instead of striving. Quiet the part of me that wants to prove, perform, or compete. Anchor me in the truth that I am adopted, chosen, and fully Yours.

If You are growing something in me that no one else can yet see, give me patience. If You are protecting me from pressures I don’t even recognize, give me gratitude. If You are shaping my character in unseen places, give me humility.

Lord, let my identity rest safely in Christ. Let my heart be steady whether I am noticed or not. Help me value faithfulness over fame, obedience over approval, and intimacy with You over public affirmation.

Keep me hidden where I need to be hidden. Bring me forward only when You are ready. And in every season, remind me that being held by You is more than enough.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

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The Gift of Hate: A Forgotten Weapon for Christian Freedom

~ Observant Servant

There is a kind of language in Scripture that feels strong, almost uncomfortable at first glance.

“Abhor what is evil; cling to what is good.”
— Romans 12:9

That word abhor isn’t mild. It isn’t polite. It means to recoil. To reject something with conviction. And if I’m honest, there have been seasons when I’ve tried to follow Christ without fully embracing that part.

I’ve loved what is good. I’ve pursued growth. I’ve prayed for freedom. But I’ve also, at times, tolerated what God clearly calls harmful. Not because I wanted rebellion, but because some things felt familiar. Some compromises felt small. Some habits didn’t seem urgent enough to confront.

And yet Scripture doesn’t suggest a casual relationship with sin. It doesn’t say “be cautious around evil.” It says abhor it.

That challenges me.

Because this isn’t about hating people. It’s not about harshness or condemnation. It’s about recognizing that sin destroys what God loves. And if I truly love what He loves, I cannot stay neutral toward what harms it.

Psalm 97:10 says, “You who love the Lord, hate evil.”

Love and hate feel like opposites to us, but in this context they’re deeply connected. If I love freedom, I will hate what enslaves. If I love truth, I will hate deception. If I love the people in my life, I will hate whatever seeks to wound or bind them.

I’ve come to realize something uncomfortable: sometimes we stay stuck not because we lack prayer, but because we haven’t fully decided we’re done.

Sin can feel good for a moment. Compromise can feel manageable. Certain patterns can feel like home simply because they’re familiar. And familiarity can dull conviction.

There were times in my own walk when I tried to “manage” certain weaknesses instead of confronting them. I would ask for strength while still secretly tolerating the very thing that kept me bound.

Freedom didn’t begin until tolerance ended.

Hebrews 12:1 tells us to “lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us.” That language is intentional. Lay it aside. Not negotiate with it. Not rename it. Not make peace with it.

Lay it down.

I’ve learned that holy hatred is not loud or dramatic. It’s a quiet resolve. It’s the moment when something in you says, “This is not who I am in Christ anymore.”

It sharpens discernment. Things that once felt gray become clearer. It changes how you pray. You begin praying not casually, but with conviction. You begin asking God to uproot, not just manage.

And yet, even here, humility matters.

Because this is not about self-righteousness. It’s not about looking at someone else’s struggle and feeling superior. It’s about standing before God and saying, “Search me. If there is anything in me that grieves You, I don’t want it.”

Hebrews 5:14 speaks of having our senses trained to discern good from evil. That training happens in the Word. It happens in surrender. It happens when we stop softening language around sin and start calling it what it is.

But we must be careful.

We hate the sin. We never hate the person.

Jesus was unwavering toward evil, yet tender toward the broken. He confronted bondage without crushing the bound. That balance humbles me. I don’t want a heart that is hard. I want a heart that is aligned.

The more I love God, the more I want to love what He loves and reject what diminishes His work in me.

Romans 12:9 does not stand alone. It pairs two commands together: “Abhor what is evil; cling to what is good.”

It is not enough to reject darkness. We must cling to light. Not loosely. Cling.

If there is something in your life that still quietly holds you, maybe the invitation isn’t to try harder. Maybe it’s to become honest enough to say, “Lord, I am tired of this. I don’t want it anymore.”

The day you stop excusing what binds you is often the day freedom begins to feel possible.

Not because you are strong, but because you have decided you agree with God.

And agreeing with Him is always the beginning of liberty.

Father,

Search me gently.

If there is anything in my heart that I have tolerated simply because it felt familiar, bring it into the light. If I have grown comfortable with what You call harmful, awaken me. I do not want to manage what You desire to remove.

Teach me to love what You love and to reject what diminishes Your work in me. Not with harshness. Not with pride. But with clarity. With conviction. With humility.

If there are patterns that still bind me, give me the courage to call them what they are. If I have excused what You have warned against, forgive me. I don’t want partial freedom. I want wholeness.

Lord, purify my loves. Align my heart with Yours. Let my agreement be with truth, not temptation. Strengthen my resolve where I have been weak. Soften my heart where I have grown indifferent.

And as I turn away from what harms, draw me closer to what heals. Help me cling to what is good. Help me rest in what is righteous. Help me remember that Your commands are not burdens — they are protection.

Make my life clean before You. Not performative. Not self-righteous. Just surrendered.

I want to walk free.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

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Grace Growers: How God Uses Difficult People to Shape Our Character

~ Observant Servant

There are certain people in my life who have shaped me more than they probably realize.

Not because they were easy. Not because everything flowed smoothly. But because something in me was exposed in their presence. Impatience. Defensiveness. Pride. The parts of my heart that still needed refinement.

I’ve come to think of them as quiet instruments in God’s hands.

Ephesians 6:12 reminds me, “For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers…” That verse has rescued me more than once. Because when I forget it, I turn people into enemies. When I remember it, I pause.

The battle is not the person.

That shift changes everything.

Instead of reacting in frustration, I’m invited to respond with discernment. Instead of feeding offense, I’m asked to choose grace. It doesn’t make the interaction easy, but it steadies me. It reminds me that God may be doing more in me than through the situation itself.

Jesus said in John 15 that we must remain in the Vine. Growth does not happen because I will it to happen. It happens because I stay connected. And sometimes the evidence that I am growing is not how I feel during a hard conversation, but how I respond afterward.

There have been moments when I wanted to justify my reaction. To defend myself quickly. To withdraw completely. But I’m learning that spiritual maturity often looks like restraint. It looks like asking, “Lord, what are You forming in me right now?”

Hard situations reveal what is still unhealed. Difficult people reveal where I still need patience. Unexpected criticism reveals how secure I truly am.

And if I’m honest, grace rarely grows in comfort.

Galatians 5 speaks of the fruit of the Spirit — love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. I’ve noticed those qualities don’t develop in isolation. They grow when tested. Patience requires something to endure. Gentleness requires something sharp to soften against. Self-control requires something that provokes.

I used to think spiritual growth would feel like constant peace. Instead, it often feels like friction that exposes what still needs surrender.

That doesn’t mean we accept mistreatment or abandon wisdom. Love and boundaries can coexist. Guarding your heart is not the same as hardening it. Sometimes maturity means speaking clearly. Sometimes it means stepping back. Sometimes it means saying no without guilt.

But even boundaries can be set with a steady heart instead of a wounded one.

I’ve had to ask myself difficult questions: Am I growing, or am I just enduring? Am I becoming more like Christ, or just more guarded? When something triggers me, is it because I’m being attacked — or because something in me still needs refinement?

These are not comfortable reflections. But they are necessary.

The truth is, the people who stretch me are often the ones God uses to deepen me. They are not interruptions to my growth. They are part of it.

And perhaps the most humbling realization of all is this: while I am being stretched by someone else, I am probably stretching someone too.

God is not only working on them.

He is working on me.

Every sharp edge is an invitation. Every moment of tension is an opportunity to respond differently than I once would have. Every irritation can become formation if I let it.

I am learning to pray more quickly before reacting. To breathe before speaking. To ask for the Spirit’s help instead of relying on my own restraint.

Growth is quieter than I expected.

It often looks like choosing gentleness when sarcasm would be easier. Choosing peace when proving a point would feel satisfying. Choosing love when withdrawal would feel safer.

And little by little, the rough edges soften.

Not because the world has changed — but because something in me has.

Father,

Thank You for caring more about my character than my comfort.

When I encounter people or situations that stretch me, help me remember that You are present in the process. Guard my heart from quick reactions and defensive words. Slow me down when I want to respond in the flesh. Teach me to pause long enough to ask, “Lord, what are You forming in me right now?”

If pride rises, humble me gently. If impatience surfaces, root it out. If old wounds are exposed, heal them instead of letting them harden me.

Help me to see beyond personalities and remember that my battle is not against flesh and blood. Give me discernment without suspicion. Give me boundaries without bitterness. Give me courage without harshness.

Grow in me what cannot grow in ease, patience, gentleness, self-control, steady love. Let the fruit of Your Spirit be more visible than my frustration.

And if I am someone else’s grace grower, refine me there too. Make me aware of how my words and tone affect others. Shape me into someone who strengthens rather than wounds.

Above all, keep me close to the Vine. Let my growth come from abiding in You, not from striving in my own strength.

Form Christ in me.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

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Sacrifice of Praise

~ Observant Servant

“And then Job arose and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground and worshiped. And said, “Naked I came out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return. The Lord givith and the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.”
-Job 1:20-21

There are seasons when I return to the book of Job, not because it is easy to read, but because it is honest.

Many people struggle with it. It feels heavy. A righteous man. A faithful man. And God allows everything to be stripped away. His home, his livelihood, his children, his health. It almost feels unbearable to witness. And yet, woven through the anguish is something steady. Job’s refusal to let go of God, even when he could not understand Him.

For reasons I didn’t fully grasp at the time, the Holy Spirit led me through Job in the early months after I was born again. I remember reading it slowly, trying to absorb what it meant to trust God when nothing made sense. Looking back, I can see that I was being prepared.

Because not long after I finished the book, my own life unraveled.

Within a short span of time, I lost friendships. I lost my place to live. I didn’t own a car, so when relationships fractured, I also lost transportation and my job. One of those same “friends” left me carrying a heavy financial burden. My relationship with my daughter collapsed. My father passed away. The hits came so quickly that I barely had space to breathe between them.

I was broken in ways I didn’t have language for. Angry. Grieving. Regretful. Confused.

And yet, even in the grief of losing my dad, I could see mercy. His passing was nearly instant. That mattered to me. I thanked God for that small kindness in the middle of so much loss. It felt strange to be thankful while hurting, but gratitude became a lifeline.

Throughout that storm, Job stayed in my thoughts. I remembered how he worshiped even while he wept. How he wrestled honestly with God, but never abandoned Him. How he refused to curse the One he did not understand.

So I tried to do the same.

Some days, my praise felt thin. Some days it felt like a whisper more than a song. But I thanked God for what remained. For breath. For salvation. For being pulled out of darkness. For the cross. For the lessons I didn’t yet understand. I thanked Him for the fact that I was still alive to learn them.

Something shifted in me during that time. The circumstances did not immediately change. The pain did not disappear overnight. But peace began to settle in places that had once been frantic. It was not denial. It was not pretending. It was a quiet assurance that God was still present in the rubble.

In time, restoration came. Not in the exact shape I had imagined, but in ways that were better than what I lost. New friendships. A place to live. A vehicle. Healing in some family relationships. Provision I could not have orchestrated on my own. God rebuilt in ways that felt both tender and strong.

There are still areas waiting on His timing. But I no longer panic in the waiting.

Even now, as I walk through another uncertain season, I find myself returning to that same posture. Praise in the middle of not knowing. Trust in the absence of visible answers. I think of Abraham stepping away from everything familiar, not with a map, but with a promise. I imagine the mixture of fear and faith in that obedience.

There is a reason Scripture calls it a “sacrifice of praise.” A sacrifice costs something. When your heart aches, when your body is weary, when confusion clouds your direction, praise does not come naturally. It is offered. Chosen. Laid down.

The enemy would prefer silence. He would prefer bitterness. He would prefer that pain close your mouth and harden your heart.

But praise disrupts that strategy.

Praise anchors you in truth when emotions are unstable. Praise reminds your soul of who God is, even when you do not understand what He is doing. Praise opens space for peace to enter.

I have learned this slowly, through tears more than triumph. When you lift your voice — even trembling — something shifts. Not always the circumstance. But you.

And in that shift, you begin to sense it again: He is faithful.

Even here.
Even now.

Father,

You are the God who sees every season of our lives — the joyful ones and the ones that feel like walking through ruins. You see the moments when our hearts are strong with faith, and You see the moments when we barely have the strength to whisper Your name.

Lord, thank You for never abandoning us in the middle of our suffering. Your Word reminds us, “The LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.” (Job 1:21, KJV). Teach my heart to hold that same posture of trust, even when I do not understand the path before me.

Forgive me for the times I have allowed fear, bitterness, or confusion to speak louder than faith. When my circumstances feel overwhelming, help me remember that You are still present in the rubble. You are still working in ways I cannot yet see.

Give me the courage to offer the sacrifice of praise. Even when my voice trembles. Even when my understanding is incomplete. Let praise rise from my heart not because everything is easy, but because You are faithful.

Your Word says, “By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to his name.” (Hebrews 13:15, KJV). Let gratitude anchor my soul when everything around me feels uncertain.

Strengthen my trust, Lord. Quiet my anxious thoughts. Help me walk forward step by step, knowing that You are guiding me, even when the road is unclear.

And just as You restored Job in Your time, remind me that You are still a God who restores, heals, and rebuilds what has been broken.

I place my life, my losses, and my future into Your hands.

In Jesus’ name, amen.

Learning to Pray

~ Observant Servant

I’ve noticed something about the way I enter prayer now. Almost without thinking, I begin with gratitude.

Before I ever get to requests, before I remember the list of names in my journal, my heart just starts thanking Him. For breath. For protection through the night. For quiet mercies I would have missed if I wasn’t paying attention. There are mornings when I come to Him with intention — specific needs, specific burdens — and yet I never make it past praise. I simply sit there, overwhelmed by the goodness of God.

The Lord already knows what we need. Jesus said as much. And sometimes I sense that He invites me not first to ask, but to remember. To remember who He is. To remember what He has already done. Thanksgiving steadies my heart. It reminds me that I am not approaching a reluctant God, but a faithful Father.

At the same time, I’ve learned that gratitude is not meant to replace honest desire. There was a season, especially when I was newly born again, when praying for others came so naturally to me. I was surrounded by people who didn’t know Christ, and I had just tasted the depth of His mercy. I wanted everyone to feel that freedom. I would spend long stretches of time pleading for softened hearts, for salvation, for breakthrough in other people’s lives.

But when it came to praying for myself, something in me hesitated.

I already had Jesus. What more could I possibly need?

It felt selfish to ask for anything personal. I would shorten my own prayers. Minimize my own needs. I didn’t want to “take up time,” as if the Creator of heaven and earth were inconvenienced by my voice. Looking back, I can see how subtle that lie was. It sounded humble, but it was actually distance.

What kind of relationship would it be if a child barely spoke their needs to a loving parent? God is not irritated by our desires. He is not exhausted by our requests. He invites them. He shapes them. He sometimes refines them. But He wants them brought into the light.

Scripture says, “Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints” (Ephesians 6:18, KJV). That includes praying for the saints. And sometimes, that saint is you.

The enemy will gladly keep you interceding for everyone else while quietly silencing your own heart. He will whisper that your needs are small, or unworthy, or already covered. But recognizing that whisper for what it is changes everything. When I began to see that reluctance as spiritual resistance, something shifted in me. I started bringing my own heart before the Lord with the same earnestness I used for others.

Now my prayer life feels less like a performance and more like a conversation. Some days it is gratitude. Some days it is intercession. Some days it is quiet surrender. And some days it is simply honesty.

Every day is a gift within a gift — another chance to draw near, to work alongside Him, to grow in trust. Even in hard seasons, I can find something to thank Him for. Even in uncertainty, I can bring Him what I lack.

He does not tire of hearing from us.

And I am learning not to tire of coming to Him.