There was a season in my life where I was pouring into everyone else, family, work, ministry, but inside, I felt empty. I kept pushing, thinking if I just worked harder or prayed longer, somehow things would fall into place.
Instead, I hit a wall. My health suffered, my peace slipped away, and I felt far from the “victorious” life I had read about.
But God, in His mercy, reminded me of a simple truth: I was never meant to carry it all on my own. As I leaned into His Word and let Him reorder my priorities, everything began to shift, my health, my finances, my sense of purpose.
Now, I’m walking in a strength and peace that I couldn’t manufacture myself. And I’m learning that “finishing strong” doesn’t come from striving harder… it comes from living rooted in Christ. 🌿
Have you ever had to re-learn what it really means to live from a place of victory instead of striving?