It’s finally spring! There’s something powerful about this season, especially the spring equinox, when day and night are held in perfect balance. It marks a shift because darkness no longer dominates, and from this point on, light begins to stretch further into our days. What was dormant starts to awaken. And maybe, if you’re honest, your soul has been craving that kind of shift too. “My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him…” (Psalm 62:5–8) Spring reminds us that waiting is never wasted. God will, at times, intentionally lead us into a waiting season to: teach us patience, prepare us for growth, reveal His glory, or accomplish what we may not yet understand. Think about a butterfly. If you try to rush the process of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, you risk killing it. During metamorphosis, the caterpillar literally breaks down into an unrecognizable state—almost like liquid. It’s messy. It’s hidden and uncomfortable. And from the outside, it looks like nothing is happening. But everything is happening. Transformation is taking place in the dark. The Darkness of a Cocoon Have you ever been in a place where it feels like you’ve been wrapped in…

“Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groaning which cannot be uttered.” Romans 8:26 Throughout scripture, we learn there are different ways to pray. Intercessory prayer, for example, is the deepest and most unselfish form of prayer. This type of prayer is characterized by terms such as “wrestling in prayer”, “groaning that can’t be uttered”, and “fervent, agonizing prayer.” The word intercession means, “to come between,” or “to interpose on behalf of someone else”. An individual who is engaged in intercessory prayer is beseeching God on behalf of another person. My Personal Testimony I have shared this testimony before, but feel prompted to share it again. Several years ago, in Bible College, I developed an undeniable burden for a family member who had fallen away from God. I entered into a season of fasting and prayer for this individual, believing that God would do something miraculous in their life. One afternoon, I entered the prayer room, and a spirit of intercession came over me. I prayed for almost five hours; it was physically exhausting, and I felt like an…

He was chosen before the creation of the world, but was revealed in these last times for your sake.” 1 Peter 1:20 (NIV) Before God spoke light into darkness, named every star, and formed humanity, He already had a plan—a plan of redemption (Gen. 1:3; Ps. 147:4; Gen. 1:27). From the very beginning, God was not distant; He was intentional. His love was not reactive—it was predetermined. God demonstrates His closeness to us through His infinite love by stepping into humanity Himself. Jesus is not just a moment in history—He is the long-awaited promise fulfilled, the Messiah revealed. One of my favorite glimpses of this truth is found in Luke 2:22–40. In this passage, we see Joseph and Mary faithfully upholding the Law of Moses through Jesus’ circumcision and their offering (Luke 2:21, 24). But tucked within this moment is a quiet detail that speaks volumes—the offering of turtledoves reveals their economic reality. They could not afford a lamb. And yet, this is where it gets powerful. Because Jesus is our perfect Savior, it’s easy to forget that He did not come through what we would consider a “perfect” life. He wasn’t born into wealth, status, or privilege. He didn’t…

When I was a teenager, I worked at a shoe store. It was, without question, the best job ever. I received 50% off regular stock, and the discount still applied to items already on sale. In other words, it was a teenager’s dream. Let’s say I owned a lot of shoes—easily more than fifty pairs. Honestly, if shoe ownership were a spiritual gift, I would have been operating in my calling. One day, I was helping a mother pick out a pair of running shoes for her little boy. She finally found the perfect pair, and they headed downstairs toward the cash register. Suddenly, the little boy slipped and fell. Without thinking, I ran over to help him. In the process, I got blood on my hands from his injury. Thankfully, the situation was quickly under control. I walked straight to the sink to wash my hands. As I stood there looking into the mirror, I felt the Lord prompt me to look down at my hands. When I did, a sobering scripture came to my mind: “But if the watchman sees the sword coming and does not blow the trumpet to warn the people and the sword comes and…