Living Faith

man collecting old soda bottles

Faithful in Small Things

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There’s a kind of emptiness I’ve seen in students who seem perfectly capable—present but not present. It’s like they’re slipping through the cracks of their own potential. That’s what made the Parable of the Talents hit me differently. The servant who buried his gift wasn’t lazy—he was afraid. My dad, by contrast, never waited for work to come to him. He collected soda bottles, worked without complaint, and never sat idle. Real faithfulness isn’t always flashy—it starts in those quiet, everyday choices to show up.

Standing Strong in the Chaos

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Four years after the chaos of COVID-19, life is still shifting underneath us—economy, unrest, people at each other’s throats. Some say faith means no fear; I wonder if that’s reckless. Scripture doesn’t say faith equals bravado. It balances trust and wisdom—like avoiding the oncoming traffic even when you’re brave enough to cross the road. Sometimes faith is pausing, not running. It’s not a failure of belief. Maybe it’s a decision to walk wisely—and continue being a source of light anyway.

An oak tree

The Scars of Resilience

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Living among Texas oaks has its lessons: storms leave scars, but the tree stands firmer for it. Psalm 1 paints that same image—one rooted by streams, standing through seasons, bearing fruit. Not a symbol of perfection, but perseverance. It’s tempting to drift like a tumbleweed, but a life grounded in truth can weather the chaos. Real strength is quiet. It’s nestled in deep roots, consistent nourishment, and choosing where you walk, stand, and sit—in ways that let life grow from the inside out.