Is today, this week, or this year overwhelming? Do you feel trapped, searching for a way out? We all face storms. Some are caused by our choices, while others are thrust upon us. The winds rage, the rains wash away what we cherish, and darkness presses in. Worst of all, it seems like the storm will never end. That is Satan’s lie. He wants us to believe there’s no way forward.
Psalm 139:14, “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”
Your Life Is Priceless
Your life has priceless value. You bear the image of God Himself (Genesis 1:27). He designed you with gifts, passions, and potential that no storm can erase. The world and its voices try to diminish you, to reduce you to comparisons, trends, or failures. But God created you for eternity.
Jeremiah 1:5, “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart.”
I understand what it feels like to live in despair, weighed down by unmet expectations. The world claims that this moment of pain defines us — but it doesn’t. God has placed within each of us a unique design. Even our weaknesses are part of His plan, not to erase but to reshape for His glory.
When storms make you feel abandoned, remember: you are set apart, loved, and created for good works. God’s light in you is greater than the storm.
Romans 12:6, “We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us.”
Your Calling
Your calling isn’t to become someone else’s definition of greatness, but to discover the greatness already inside you. Stop paying attention to the storm and start listening to the One who created you.
Ephesians 2:10, “For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works.”
The way forward isn’t about self-promotion; it’s about serving others. When we invest in others, God’s love flows through us. Helping someone else helps us discover who He created us to be. That’s when storms lose their strength.
You are fearfully and wonderfully made. And storms don’t last forever. Change the world, be the storm.
“Be the storm that’s relentless, not the one that passes by and is forgotten.” – Maya Angelou

Are you reaching your Godly potential? Have you maximized what you can do? Maslow once said, “What you can be, you must be.”
Sustainability is about endurance. Our purpose and passion are not always the same as our livelihood; our purpose is to glorify God, and our passion is how we fulfill that purpose. Our livelihood is our vocation, which supports our purpose and passion. Paul was a tentmaker. That was his day job; it funded his ministry.
The Sound of Silence
Happy Birthday to me. Yesterday, I turned seventy-five—three-quarters of a century lived. It’s hard to believe. Deep inside me still lives that sixteen-year-old small-town farm boy wondering how we got here. The truth is, it didn’t happen all at once. It was a journey of countless tiny steps—millions, billions, maybe even trillions of small decisions, each shaping the road ahead.
Surviving life in a broken world can be all-consuming. It seems to me that we used to have to deal with political and economic chaos in larger, more pronounced clumps. Governments would change, and recessions would come and go over extended periods. There was always a ramp-up to change. The world has changed.
The answer I didn’t expect was created because it wasn’t within my design.
You Are a Child of the King: Embracing Your Royal Identity. That is a fantastic statement of self-worth. It is a statement most of us can’t internalize. We can’t see ourselves as royalty; we see the failures, shortcomings and defects, not the purple robe of royalty. We know, intellectually, that we are descendants of royalty. But that knowledge doesn’t filter down to our consciousness.
I do; I want to be an avenging angel, raining down brimstone and fire on all that is evil in the world; I want God to empower me to wreak havoc on all that is wrong. I want to be invincible and omni-powerful; I want to walk into the private enclaves of the rich and powerful and demand retribution. How cathartic would that be? How validating and hopeful would the world seem to me? Me, reigning over the unjust and the unworthy. But who would want to rain down brimstone on me?
Matthew 5:9, “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.”