Gratitude has a way of softening the heart. It slows us down long enough to notice what has always been there—God’s steady hand, His quiet provision, His goodness woven into both the beautiful moments and the hard ones. Today, I’m writing from my heart about gratitude—not the polished, picture-perfect kind, but the daily, practiced, sometimes tear-filled kind that whispers, “Thank You, Father,” even when I don’t fully understand.

If Satan rebelled, why didn’t God just get rid of him? Why allow him to linger? It’s a fair question—and a deeply human one. We feel the weight of spiritual battle. We see the brokenness. We long for peace. So why does God allow the enemy any space at all? The Bible gives us beautiful clues that point to God’s love, His justice, His eternal plan, and His perfect timing. As we walk through Advent—the season of longing, waiting, and hopeful expectation—this truth becomes even m

Sometimes life feels like a race we weren’t fully prepared to run. We stumble, fall, get back up, and keep moving forward even when it feels like we’re walking through mud. And yet, through all the chaos, God’s hand is steady. His timing is never rushed, never delayed—it’s perfect. I’ve seen this truth play out in my own life, and maybe sharing a bit of my journey will encourage you not to give up on what God has planted inside you.