Sometimes I step behind the platform with a heart that feels heavier than my words. I know what it’s like to preach hope while quietly wrestling with doubt, to encourage others when my own faith feels thin and fragile. Yet even in those moments, something deeper rises — not perfection, not certainty, but a willingness to stand in the gap anyway. It’s a strange kind of obedience, showing up when I don’t feel strong, speaking life while I’m still searching for it myself. And maybe that’s where the real ministry happens: Yet, even in the most trying times....
Even when faith feels small. Keep pressing
But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.
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