I’ve had naps that felt like resurrection.
You wake up disoriented, drooling, and somehow closer to God. And maybe, just maybe, the Holy Spirit works best when we’re not trying so hard to be awake.

Let’s be honest: small talk can be awkward.
You’re standing there, clutching a gallon of milk, trying to remember if you’ve already said “Good to see you” twice.
You’re nodding like a bobblehead while your brain whispers, “Abort mission.”

Before I ever picked up a microphone, God was already writing the story behind the cross, the bones, and the “C.” This is how He led me from spiritual dryness into the mission I’d been avoiding for years.

I’m convinced that if Jesus walked the earth today, He’d be added to every group text within a 20‑mile radius. And Jesus — being Jesus — would stay in the group.
Because that’s what He did with people:
He stayed present.

Let’s be honest: leftovers get a bad reputation. They’re the meal equivalent of “I guess this will do.” They’re the culinary island of misfit toys.
They’re the thing you eat when you forgot to plan something better.