
Here I was, sitting right in the middle of overwhelming goodness ...

We found ourselves wandering through a proverbial wilderness ...

Ever have one of those hunger cravings ...

Before I passed by the person walking on the sidewalk I noticed it ...
Too many believers are waiting for God to send them a certified letter before they’ll move. But God is already speaking — through His Word, through the people He’s placed around you, in the quiet moments when the noise of the world dies down just enough for His voice to cut through.
For years I assumed forty-five yards was as far as my leg could send a football. Then the Lord showed me the truth: that wasn’t my limit. It was the size of my yard. The fence behind me was a property line, not a prophecy.
Maybe your garden feels small. A class of only six people. A job that doesn’t feel like a calling. A routine that feels repetitive. But are you being faithful in it? The way you handle the small garden is how God evaluates if you’re ready for the bigger field.