This blog came with tears. Not the polished kind, the real kind. As I wrote, I could picture God behind me, not angry, not disappointed, but grieving. Grieving as He watched me chase things He never designed to be my source of life. This piece is not theory. It is confession, reflection, and invitation. An invitation to stop striving for what cannot sustain us and start resting in the One who already has.

In a world full of questions and shifting convictions, worship reminds us of what truly anchors the soul. A reflection on faith, trust, and declaring belief when answers are not yet clear.

Many churches and businesses look successful yet feel hollow. A hard look at Revelation 3 and the lukewarm water of Laodicea, and how to tear down the aqueducts keeping real presence out.