Homelessness & Foster Care!

A growing number of Americans experience homelessness each year, and thousands of children enter the foster care system with uncertain futures. At first glance, these issues may seem separate, but they are often deeply connected. Many adults experiencing homelessness today were once in the foster care system, especially those who aged out without stable support. Given this overlap, state and federal governments face an important question: should they invest more in preventive solutions like affordable housing and family support, even if the upfront costs are high? 

Supporters of increased preventive spending argue that early intervention is both more humane and more cost-effective. One widely discussed approach is the “Housing First” model, which prioritizes providing stable housing before addressing other challenges, such as employment or mental health. Cities like Salt Lake City gained national attention for using this approach to significantly reduce chronic homelessness in the early 2010s. By providing housing first, the city reported fewer emergency room visits, less strain on law enforcement, and improved long-term stability for participants. While the program required substantial initial investment, it demonstrated that consistent housing could reduce the need for more expensive emergency services over time. 

Similarly, Houston has been recognized for its coordinated response to homelessness. By aligning federal, state, and local resources, Houston significantly reduced homelessness over the past decade. The city focused on quickly placing individuals in permanent housing while improving data tracking across agencies. This coordination made spending more efficient and ensured that fewer people fell through the cracks. 

In the foster care system, prevention has truly shown its power. Programs that help struggling families, whether through counseling, financial support, or parenting classes, can really make a difference by preventing children from entering foster care in the first place. For instance, New York has invested in family preservation programs designed to keep children safely at home. These services are much more affordable than foster care placements and play a vital role in maintaining family stability, which often leads to better emotional and developmental outcomes for children. 

There are also efforts to support youth transitioning out of foster care. In California, extended foster care programs provide housing and support to young adults until their early twenties. This reduces the likelihood that they will become homeless shortly after leaving the system. These programs acknowledge a critical reality: without guidance and resources, many young people struggle to become independent overnight. 

However, critics of increased preventive spending raise important concerns. Expanding housing programs and social services requires significant funding, often in the billions, and taxpayers may question whether the investment will yield consistent results. Government programs can also face challenges with efficiency, oversight, and coordination. Not every city has achieved the same level of success as Houston, and some efforts, such as those in Los Angeles, have struggled with rising homelessness despite large financial commitments. This raises concerns about whether funding alone is sufficient or whether deeper structural issues must also be addressed. 

Furthermore, it's important to recognize that urban and rural communities have very different needs. A strategy that proves effective in a bustling city might not always work as well in smaller towns with fewer resources. Many believe that local governments, who understand their communities best, might be better suited to craft solutions that truly meet their residents' unique needs. 

Even with these obstacles, the evidence shows that doing nothing or relying primarily on reactive solutions like emergency shelters and foster placements can end up costing more in the long run. Emergency responses tend to focus on immediate needs, but they often don’t address the root issues, which can cause cycles of instability to repeat. 

Ultimately, the debate isn't just about whether governments should allocate more funds, but about the best way to do so. Preventative strategies call for patience, teamwork, and responsibility, but they hold the promise of breaking long-standing cycles that have endured through generations. While there’s no one-size-fits-all fix for homelessness or the foster care system, examples from places like Salt Lake City and Houston show us that with thoughtful and steady investments, meaningful progress is achievable. 

A practical way ahead isn't about choosing entirely one option or the other, but about finding a balanced path. By blending preventative investments with better oversight and more local flexibility, we can create strategies that help reduce costs in the long run, while also offering more people and families the opportunity for stability. While increasing preventative spending isn't a magic fix, it’s a promising and sensible step that’s worth considering.  

The question of whether the United States could better address homelessness and improve the foster care system by redirecting foreign spending and closing tax loopholes for the wealthy is both compelling and complex. At first glance, the idea seems straightforward: if money currently spent abroad were brought back home and more revenue were collected from those with the greatest financial resources, perhaps there would be enough funding to invest in long-term solutions for some of the nation’s most vulnerable populations. 

Foreign spending is often one of the first areas people consider when imagining budget cuts. The United States funds international aid, disaster relief, global health initiatives, and military partnerships. However, many people don’t realize that this category accounts for only a small share of the federal budget, roughly one percent. While reducing or eliminating this spending could free up some funds, it would not, on its own, be enough to fully address homelessness or reform the foster care system nationwide. In addition, this spending often serves broader purposes, such as maintaining global stability, preventing conflicts, and strengthening alliances. Cutting it entirely could create new challenges that might eventually affect the United States in indirect but significant ways. 

A more promising source of funding comes from the tax system, especially through loopholes used by some wealthy individuals and businesses to reduce their taxes. These include tactics such as shifting profits abroad, benefiting from special capital gains rates, or using intricate deductions. If we could close or reduce these loopholes, the government might bring in much more revenue. Potentially hundreds of billions of dollars over time. That extra revenue could really make a difference, helping to expand housing initiatives, strengthen support for foster families, and improve services for youth leaving care. 

However, it's important to recognize that this approach comes with its own set of challenges. Changing tax laws can be politically tricky, often requiring lengthy discussions and compromises. There are also concerns about how these changes might affect investment and economic activity, depending on how the policies are structured. In essence, while the financial potential is promising, reaching it won't be straightforward, and careful consideration is needed along the way. 

Even if both strategies, reducing foreign spending and closing tax loopholes, were successfully implemented, the issue wouldn't be fully resolved by funding alone. Tackling homelessness calls for more than just money; it means creating affordable housing, navigating local zoning laws, and ensuring people have access to mental health and support services. Likewise, improving the foster care system relies on having enough trained caseworkers, stable foster families, and collaboration across different levels of government. These are deep-rooted challenges that financial support can help with, but they can't be fixed overnight. 

Ultimately, this idea offers a genuine and heartfelt possibility. Redirecting funds and reforming the tax system could lay the solid financial foundation needed for meaningful progress. Of course, its success hinges on careful planning, cooperation among policymakers, and smooth implementation. Rather than a complete fix, it's best seen as part of a larger strategy. One that blends financial investment with systemic reforms. If approached with care, it provides a hopeful path forward, not a guaranteed solution, but a realistic and worthwhile avenue to explore.

 

My Apologies, Dear!

It sounds like you're feeling upset, and I want you to know I hear you. You mentioned that all I’ve done this morning was speak to you negatively from the moment we woke up until the afternoon. You also said that I do this every day and that I never give you credit or encouragement. I asked if you meant every day, to clarify if I’ve ever said anything positive. I understand you're angry with me, but I hope we can find a calmer way to discuss this. I get on your nerves because you think I criticize your driving habits, from car washing to detailing. I also know that you have the family’s best interest at heart. Believe me, I have the same love for you, that even when I’m no longer able to share my life’s journey, I sincerely want the best for you. 

Did I take the time to ask how your day was? What did you have to deal with at work today? This contention was all about me. Did I consider how long you sat at your desk, giving your best performance and feeling unappreciated and stressed? We both know that you’re working with backstabbers and busybodies. Your carpal tunnel in both hands is due to constantly typing and hunching over your keyboard, checking for accuracy and grammar. You don’t need all this conflict at work and from me. 

I realize it was my fault that I didn’t have a calm and respectful conversation. If I had, I believe I could have gained a better understanding of how we can truly listen to each other’s pain, especially yours, my love. I now see how you might react and respond to the tone I use towards you. The words I chose aren't what I truly intended to communicate. I’m truly sorry if I offended you. I love you. 

 

 

Binding the Evil Spirits Within!

There are special moments, often in the quiet of the night, when our minds might become restless, and our hearts feel a bit heavy. During these times, anxiety can seem louder, doubts feel stronger, and worries tend to multiply. Sometimes, even deeper struggles like discouragement, hopelessness, or feelings that aren’t filled with love might come up. But remember, even in these moments, hope is always within reach. The following evil spirits are just a few of the ones I mentioned. There are many more ways the devil schemed to distract us from God and His words of wisdom and salvation. Jesus says in (John 10:10), “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”

God’s Word gently reminds us that we're not alone or powerless in these moments. He invites us to share every burden with Him and to hold tightly to His truth. There is incredible power in the Name of Jesus Christ, the Son of the Living God, not empty words, but a heartfelt declaration of faith grounded in His authority. As it is written, “The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe” (Proverbs 18:10). Take a moment to be still. Breathe deeply. Become aware of what is weighing on your heart, and bring it honestly before God. 

In the Name of Jesus Christ, the Son of the Living God, I bind the spirits of anxiety and worry. Anxiety and worry often try to take control of our thoughts and emotions, pulling us into fear about what might happen. But Scripture calls us to respond differently: “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God” (Philippians 4:6). God does not promise a life without uncertainty, but He promises peace during it: “And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:7). This a way facing anxiety and worry with God’s peace. For me, it’s not easy. Every day feels like a small test of our strength. Asking for control in situations beyond our reach takes trust and faith in the God who is capable. Imagine where we would be without Him? He is truly our guide and comfort. Jesus Himself reminds us: “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.” (Matthew 6:34). 

In the name of Jesus Christ, I cancel the spirit of doubt. Doubt can quietly settle in, making me wonder about my worth, our path, and even God’s presence. But remember, God stays faithful. We hold on to the promise: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding” (Proverbs 3:5). Sometimes, I find myself lying awake at night, thinking about how I might have failed myself, my family, and God. I often reflect on those decisions in my life where I wish I had chosen differently. I am where God intended me to be. Even when we do not fully understand, we can hold onto His promise that “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you” (Hebrews 13:5). We can overcome doubt with truth. We must believe this. 

In the name of Jesus Christ, I pray and bind the spirit of depression. Depression can feel like a heavy shadow that stays with us, draining our strength and dimming our hope. But even in those dark moments, God gently speaks into our hearts. I've heard too many heartbreaking stories of friends and veterans who have struggled so deeply that they considered or even took their own lives because of this darkness that hides hope. Though it might seem simple to say that we are protected by the blood of Jesus, who is the true Light that can dispel darkness, I understand how hard it is to believe it when the darkness feels so overwhelming. We all like to think we’re strong, yet sometimes the battles go on too long and become too painful. Still, we can lift ourselves through hope and the strength that remains within us. Remember, “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” (Psalm 34:18). 

Even in our lowest moments, there is a promise to hold onto: “Why, my soul, are you downcast? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him” (Psalm 42:11). Our feelings are real, but they are not the end of the story. Worry often comes from trying to carry what was never meant for us to hold. God invites us to release those burdens. There is freedom in trusting God with what we cannot control. “Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you” (1 Peter 5:7).

In the name of Jesus Christ, I bind the spirits of bigotry and prejudice. Throughout my life in this country, I have seen firsthand the hurt caused by hatred and discrimination. There have been times when I entered rooms and felt like I was the only person of color, sensing the unspoken expectation that I shouldn't be there. I’ve also heard hurtful words, like late-night calls in school dormitories telling me to “go back to Africa,” even though I was born in America, my classmates were, too. I admit I harbored prejudiced feelings towards innocent people, but over time, I’ve become more aware and compassionate. Still, I sometimes feel frustrated and hardened by how people judge and stereotype me simply because of the color of my skin. 

Prejudice can really hurt others by dehumanizing them. When someone is seen as “less than' just because of their race, religion, gender, or other identity, it makes it easier for people to justify treating them unfairly. This unfair treatment can include being excluded, bullied, or discriminated against in employment, education, and housing. Over time, these experiences can limit opportunities and deepen inequality, creating difficult cycles that are hard to stop. Sometimes, we notice feelings or attitudes in ourselves that don't quite match God’s loving heart, such as judgment, division, or a lack of compassion. But God lovingly calls us to strive for something greater: “Love your neighbor as yourself” (Mark 12:31). “There is neither Jew nor Gentile… for you are all one in Christ Jesus” (Galatians 3:28). We ask God to reshape your hearts. “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me” (Psalm 51:10). 

(James 2:10-16) writes,” 10 For whoever keeps the whole law and yet stumbles at just one point is guilty of breaking all of it. 11 For he who said, “You shall not commit adultery,” also said, “You shall not murder.” If you do not commit adultery but do commit murder, you have become a lawbreaker. 12 Speak and act as those who are going to be judged by the law that gives freedom, 13 because judgment without mercy will be shown to anyone who has not been merciful. Mercy triumphs over judgment. 14 What good is it, my brothers and sisters, if someone claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save them? 15 Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. 16 If one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it?”

As we pray and reflect, remember that transformation does not always happen instantly. But something real is taking place. When we bring our struggles before God, we are choosing truth over fear and faith over defeat. The circumstances around us may not immediately change, but our hearts can. God’s Word reminds us: “Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you” (James 4:7). (1 Peter 5:8) “Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.” We must stand firm in our Faith. We are not called to fight alone. God is with us in every moment, strengthening us, guiding us, and holding us steady. Our battles start in the spiritual realm, and we need all the help and strength as they reach the physical realm.

Prayer: Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, I come before You with everything on my heart. I surrender my anxiety, my doubt, my worry, and every heavy burden. Fill me with Your peace, strengthen me with Your truth, and shape my heart to reflect Your love. Help me to trust You more each day and to walk in the freedom You give. Amen. 

Do Not Leave the Path of Godliness!

It was easier for me to use the Word to speak about how I feel about this administration’s foolishness and confusion. This deception and divisiveness will not last. God will not be mocked. There is a lot more to be added from the NIV. You can find your own scriptures for that.

Philippians 3:18-21 - 18 For, as I have often told you before and now tell you again, even with tears, many live as enemies of the cross of Christ. 19 Their destiny is destruction, their god is their stomach, and their glory is in their shame. Their minds are set on earthly things. 20 But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, 21 who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body. Romans 12:2 - Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing, and perfect will. Psalm 32:8 - I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my loving eye on you. Deuteronomy 6:4-7 - 4 Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. 5 Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. 6 These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. 7 Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down, and when you get up. Deuteronomy 6:13-19 - 13 Fear the Lord your God, serve him only and take your oaths in his name. 14 Do not follow other gods, the gods of the peoples around you; 15 for the Lord your God, who is among you, is a jealous God and his anger will burn against you, and he will destroy you from the face of the land. 16 Do not put the Lord your God to the test as you did at Massah. 17 Be sure to keep the commands of the Lord your God and the stipulations and decrees he has given you. 18 Do what is right and good in the Lord’s sight, so that it may go well with you and you may go in and take over the good land the Lord promised on oath to your ancestors, 19thrusting out all your enemies before you, as the Lord said. 1 Corinthians 13:6-7 - 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  

It's ironic that the phrase "In God We Trust" originated from a desire for religious recognition on U.S. currency during the Civil War, based on letters from citizens like Reverend M.R. Watkinson to Treasury Secretary Salmon P. Chase in 1861. It first appeared on the two-cent coin in 1864 and became the official motto in 1956. During the Cold War, to set the U.S. apart from the Soviet Union, Congress passed a law in 1955 requiring its presence on all money, and President Eisenhower signed this act on July 30, 1956, making it the official motto. Amidst destruction driven by hatred and division, people called for trust in God. Yet, we continue to support hate and division. Read and listen to God's Word. We can repent and believe in the one true God. We can’t change others, but we can change ourselves.

Riverfront Walk!

The morning arrived quickly, and as we stepped outside, we were greeted by that refreshing crispness that only follows a cold night—cool enough to wake you up fully, yet gentle enough to make you feel ready to step forward. My wife was already waiting by the car, hands tucked into her jacket pockets, offering a soft, welcoming smile as our eyes met. In that quiet moment, there was a shared understanding between us, a lovely unspoken feeling that this morning walk was something special to be enjoyed. 

We drove along in a cozy silence, the sky gradually changing from a deep blue to a gentle pale gold near the horizon. By the time we got to the riverfront, the sun was just starting its slow ascent, casting warm, slanting light across the water. The river looked almost like glass, peaceful and still, with only a few ripples that gently spread out and then vanished. It felt like we had arrived before the world had fully woken up, as if this beautiful spot belonged just to us for a little while. There were a few early birds like us, but we found plenty of parking spaces to choose from. 

As we started to walk, the gravel path softly crunched beneath our shoes, creating a gentle, grounding rhythm in the peaceful silence. My wife reached out and took my hand, and I gladly held it, their fingers cool at first but quickly warming up against mine. We didn’t rush, as there was no destination, just a quiet, shared understanding to move forward together, one step at a time. 

The trees lining the riverbank stood tall and nearly still, their leaves barely stirring. A few had begun to sprout bright green leaves, hinting at the summer season ahead. Golden yellows and deep reds peeked through the green, catching the morning light and making them seem almost luminous. Every so often, a gentle breeze would shake a leaf, which would drift down, slow and deliberate, landing gently on the path or the surface of the water. 

We spoke in fragments at first—small observations, simple thoughts. “Look at that reflection,” one of us would say, or “Did you hear that sound?” Our voices felt softer than usual, as if anything louder might break the delicate calm surrounding us. Over time, those fragments grew into fuller conversations, not hurried or forced, but naturally unfolding. We talked about dinner recipes for the week, about things we’d been meaning to do, and eventually, about nothing at all. 

We strolled across a long wooden footbridge before reaching the smooth concrete walkway. Around a gentle bend, the river expanded its width, and sunlight danced gracefully across its surface in a sparkling ribbon. The low water level revealed smooth, large rocks, and the water was so clear that we could almost hear its gentle melody as it flowed over the stones. We stopped there naturally, without needing to say a word. The water moved at a slow, soothing pace, carrying tiny bits of debris—twigs, leaves, the occasional feather—each drifting along at its own peaceful speed. Watching the scene, I felt a quiet sense of perspective wash over me. Everything was in motion, even when it seemed still. 

As we kept walking and talking, the world started to wake up more vividly. A jogger zipped past us with a quick nod, earbuds in, already caught up in their own groove. A couple further down the trail strolled with their dog, its tail wagging excitedly as it sniffed around every new scent. A few people were standing on the rocks and meditating, but no one was fishing that morning. The peaceful quiet we had earlier transformed into a lively, shared morning, but it never felt overwhelming. Instead, it made me feel connected to something bigger — a beautiful morning shared by many lives. 

         

          

The sun climbed higher, and the chill in the air softened, creating a gentle, welcoming change. I could feel the warmth seeping through my jacket, making everything feel a little cozier. My wife was walking ahead of me but slowed down to walk beside me, subtly sharing this quiet moment without saying a word. It’s in moments like these that I realize how much comfort can be found in the smallest details of life. 

Eventually, we came across another charming footbridge that offered a lovely view of the river and a small island serving as a peaceful sanctuary. We paused for a moment to really take it all in. From this spot, we could see where all three rivers meet, creating a beautiful confluence. The view was breathtaking, with the flowing water, lush trees, and a sky now shining a brighter shade of blue. A gentle breeze drifted through, playfully rippling the river's surface and softly brushing against us, adding to the serene atmosphere. 

Time passed, though it was hard to measure how much. It was time to head back. The walk in the opposite direction felt different, not less meaningful, but more reflective. The path was the same, yet everything seemed slightly changed by the simple act of having experienced it once already. As we reached the end of the trail and made our way back to the car, I felt a quiet gratitude settle in. Nothing extraordinary had happened—no grand events, no dramatic moments. And yet, the morning felt full. It was filled with presence, with connection, with the kind of peace that doesn’t demand attention but lingers long after it’s gone. 

We had walked nearly five miles and spent about an hour and a half enjoying the process. We took our time and truly appreciated the moment. Feeling wonderful, we looked back toward the river before heading to the car. Next time, we'll explore the other way. Then, we turned away together, carrying that peaceful feeling with us as we headed back into the rest of our day. 

I Fail Every Day, But I'm Not Giving Up to Do Better!

I didn’t notice the moment I began to fall apart. There wasn’t a single decision, no dramatic turning point, just a slow drift. A quiet unraveling of the person I thought I was supposed to be. I kept telling myself I was fine, that nothing had really changed, even as I felt something slipping through my hands. I knew better. That’s the part that hurts the most. It wasn’t ignorance. It wasn’t confusion. It was a subconscious reaction led by emotional thinking. 

I kept choosing to ignore that quiet voice inside me, the spirit that nudged and warned me to be better than I felt like being. I heard it, but I kept walking away. At first, it hurt. Then, it became too easy. That’s when I started to feel scared. The guilt didn’t go away; I just got better at hiding it, distracting myself, laughing things off, pretending I wasn’t turning into someone I wouldn’t even recognize a year ago. 

At some point, I began to believe the worst, that feeling that I had gone too far. I thought I had made too many mistakes, missed too many opportunities, and let too many moments slip away where I could’ve turned back, but didn’t. It felt like standing outside an open door, convinced I was the one who could close it from the inside. Now, if I tried to come back, it wouldn’t make a difference. I wouldn’t be welcomed anymore. 

But here’s the part I can’t shake, no matter how hard I tried. I could not numb myself. Why does it still hurt this much? Why do I still feel this pull, this ache, this need to believe, even now? Maybe the pain isn’t proof that I’ve failed beyond repair. Maybe it’s proof that I haven’t. Maybe the fact that I’m even asking these questions, even feeling this weight, means something in me is still alive, still reaching, still hopeful, still not ready to give up. 

I'm not entirely sure how to fix everything I’ve broken or how to undo the choices I’ve made. Maybe I don’t need to start there. Maybe I just need to turn around, even if it’s slow, messy, or doubtful. Because this might not be a story of failing God. Instead, it could be the moment I finally stop running from Him. 

I've always said that I trust in God. It was something I could say and believe it too. At least in theory. I genuinely believed He had a plan, that He knew what was best for me, and that everything would fall into place as it was meant to. But when it came to my own life, I didn’t always act like I truly believed that. Because trust isn’t just about what you say when everything's calm; it's shown in what you do when you’re feeling scared. And honestly, when I was scared, I tended to want to control everything. I learned that doubt was the source of my failure. 

I held on a little tighter, making my own choices without asking for input. I picked what felt safe, immediate, and within my grasp. I told myself I was being practical, independent, and strong. But honestly, I just didn’t trust God enough to let go. I wasn’t sure waiting would be worth it. I worried that obedience might cost me more than I was willing to give. I hesitated because His way, slower, quieter, certain, felt different from mine, and I wasn’t sure it was better. I learned it was always timely whenever I was patient enough to trust. 

I replaced faith with control, and surprisingly, it seemed to work, at least on the surface. Things started moving, decisions were made, and life carried on. But deep down, I felt this persistent tension, as if I was trying to build something on a shaky foundation. It was like I was holding everything together with sheer force, terrified of what might happen if I loosened my grip even for a moment. 

That’s when it really hit me: I realized I don’t fully trust God. Not in every situation, especially when it counts the most. That realization weighed on me more than any mistake I’d ever made. It wasn’t just about doing things wrong; it was about what that revealed about my heart. About how, when it truly mattered, I trusted my own understanding more than I trusted Him. It felt like a quiet betrayal. Not loud or dramatic, but subtle, repeated choices to prioritize myself over surrender. I thought that meant I had let Him down. That I had shown something about my faith, that maybe it was never truly real, or that I had reached a point where the distance between us was my own doing, but I didn’t want to live with that. 

But there’s something I can’t overlook. If I really didn’t trust Him at all, I wouldn’t be dealing with this struggle. I wouldn’t feel this heaviness inside. I wouldn’t have the desire to come back. The fact that I’m still here, questioning, feeling this ache, and wanting to trust even with uncertainty means something special. 

Perhaps faith isn't about getting everything right every time. Instead, it’s about how I choose to respond in this moment. I still have options. I can continue to hold on tightly, pretending I’m in control, or I can be brave enough to accept that I might not be, maybe never was. I can either stick to what I see or take just one small step toward trusting what I might not see yet. I realize that trust isn’t always easy; it begins with honesty, surrender, and a conscious decision to believe that God hasn’t turned away from me, even if I’ve walked away. Maybe faith isn’t about trusting Him perfectly from the start. Perhaps it’s about slowly, painfully, but learning how to trust Him all over again. 

Holy Tridium!

The Holy Triduum is the central three-day event of the Catholic liturgical calendar, marking the Passion, Death, and Resurrection of Jesus. From Holy Thursday evening through Easter Sunday evening, it is observed as a single liturgical celebration that embodies the Paschal Mystery, emphasizing the Eucharist, the Cross, and the Resurrection. 

This week has been a period of profound reflection for me. I have felt both joy and sorrow as I considered my role in the world and the suffering and persecution Jesus Christ faced. He endured mockery and accusations solely because He was an innocent man seeking to offer salvation to the wicked and corrupt. He willingly sacrificed Himself for our sins and obeyed His Father's will. Despite this, the Pharisees and High Priests rejected the truth from the Son of God. 

We look forward to Resurrection Day and His return. May you all be blessed with peace and understanding of each other.