Rambling on about Prayer, Faith, and The World outside my gates…

This morning, I have sat with God in prayer and thought. I have listened to Dr. Charles Stanley and read in my devotionals. I feel a deep longing to know, to feel, to grow stronger in my walk with Jesus. My faith has always been my saving grace… it is what has kept me afloat through the trials of life. Believing in God, in Christ, never a problem for me, never a question. It is what I believe in my heart and soul. Am I a perfect Christian? My goodness NO. But I do strive to be the best I can, even though I fail every day.

For me, Sunday mornings often bring a rare stillness—a quiet that allows for deeper reflection and connection with what truly matters. Today, as I sit in the comfort of my home, I find myself drawn to the world beyond my gates. It is in this peaceful space that I seek understanding, strength, and a closer walk with God.

My morning began with prayer and a thoughtful conversation with God. These moments are sacred to me. They offer an opportunity to lay bare my heart, to express gratitude for the blessings I’ve received, and to seek guidance and comfort in times of uncertainty. Prayer is not just a ritual… It’s my lifeline, a source of peace amid the noise of daily life. These spiritual disciplines, listening, reading, and praying, help me grow in my journey, even when life feels overwhelming.

Throughout my life, faith has been my anchor. It’s what keeps me afloat through trials and setbacks. Believing in God and Christ has always come naturally; it’s never been a question or a problem for me. My belief is rooted deep in my heart and soul, guiding my decisions and shaping my perspective. In moments of doubt or fear, my faith reminds me that I am never truly alone. I can look back and see.. I see the hand of God as it has held me, as it pushes me, and feel its touch in my heart when I pray, listen to, and read His word.

I am Imperfect, perfectly imperfect in God’s Eye… I do not claim to be a perfect Christian—far from it. Like everyone, I stumble and fall, sometimes daily. Perfection is not the goal, but rather, I strive to be the best I can, knowing that grace covers my shortcomings. Each day is a new opportunity to learn, to grow stronger, and to extend that grace to others. Failures and troubles do not define me. Instead, they remind me of God’s unfailing love and the possibility of redemption.

As I reflect on this Sunday morning, I am reminded that faith is a journey, not a destination. It is about progress, not perfection. My longing to know and feel God’s presence is a testament to the continual growth and transformation that faith encourages. No matter how imperfect my walk may be, I am grateful for the saving grace that sustains me. In this world of today, with the chaos, the hate, the violence, and the untruths that seem to be overwhelmingly increasing, it is here, in my quiet time that my soul gets fed, my hope restored. It is in the quiet that I hear God and feel his restoring power. He blessed me with this place I call home. When I say I am at my Wit’s End… this is where I am. This is where I find peace, power, and my soul heals. It is where I gain the power to face the world outside my gates…