I wasn’t praying—I was bleeding. I didn’t have pretty words, I had fire. The kind that comes when you’re done performing, done pretending, done playing the good little Christian while your soul is on life support. I got real with God—ugly real. And that’s when it happened. The numb cracked. The fire caught. And the…

Self-control isn’t some quiet virtue tucked in the back of your Bible study notebook. It’s sweat on your brow. It’s nails in your cravings. It’s waking up at 2AM with temptation crawling down your spine and choosing-again, not to give it what it wants. Self-control isn’t denial. It’s domination. And the Holy Spirit didn’t come…

“You can’t cast out what you’re still entertaining. You can’t walk in power when you’re starving for Presence. And you cannot—you will not—survive this war without the Holy Spirit. I tried. I broke. I bled. Until I was wrecked by His fire and rebuilt in His power. Praying in tongues didn’t just change my life—it…

You’re not abandoning people—you’re protecting what God is building in you. Some environments are too toxic for transformation. And the version of you God is calling forth cannot survive in the shadows of who you used to be.