False prophets don’t just get the future wrong—they misrepresent God in the present. Prophecy isn’t about prediction; it’s about revealing the heart of the Father. If words lead you away from truth, peace, and obedience to Him, it’s not prophecy. It’s a distortion wearing His name.
Year: 2025
There’s a love that doesn’t demand your defense. It doesn’t ask for a story to explain your scars. That kind of love—safe, still, and sacred—is what healing feels like. Not because someone fixed you, but because they welcomed you as you are. That’s when rest begins.
When your prayers don’t sound like they used to, it doesn’t mean you’ve drifted—it might just mean life has shifted. Stress can change your pace, but not your place in God’s heart. He’s still listening—even when you don’t have the words.
Stress isn’t a sign that you’re failing God—it’s often the very reason He’s drawing you closer. Jesus felt pressure, too. That moment in Gethsemane wasn’t a breakdown. It was surrender under strain. Let stress guide you to prayer, not guilt.
You don’t need their “I’m proud of you” to be proud of yourself. Healing isn’t something you owe anyone an explanation for. Not everyone will understand—and not everyone was meant to. If they preferred you broken, they’re not your audience. Wholeness is between you and God. No committee required.
After the storm, you don’t owe the world an explanation—you owe God your obedience. The version of you that emerged may confuse people, but it honors the healing you fought for. Let God be the One to reintroduce you—not through status or applause, but through your peace, your presence, and your purpose.
Some wounds are so buried, even you stopped checking on them. But God hasn’t. His healing isn’t limited to what you show—it stretches into the corners of your silence. Into the part of you you swore would never see light again. And somehow, through love that doesn’t rush or shame, He restores what you didn’t think could be restored. Even what you hid. Even what you forgot.
We’ve been taught to push past feelings, apologize for emotions, and pretend we’re not tired—but even Jesus wept. So why do we keep judging ourselves for being human? Tears aren’t a sign of weakness. They’re proof that we care. That we love. That we’re alive. And sometimes, being human is the most sacred thing we can be.
You can believe and still feel tired. You can want to keep going but not have the strength to push. That tension doesn’t disqualify you. It’s where grace shows up the strongest. When your spirit is still willing but your emotions are worn out, God doesn’t ask for performance—He asks for presence. Even your sighs are prayers He hears. Even your weakness is welcome.
You don’t have to fake being fine for God. He’s not pacing outside the door of your heart waiting for you to get it together—He’s already inside, steady and unshaken. Grief doesn’t scare Him. Doubt doesn’t drive Him away. He’s not in a rush. He’s a Healer who sits with you in the middle of it, not just the end.