Most cars have a reserve tank. A hidden cushion. An invisible margin. When the needle hits “E,” there’s still a little grace left—just enough to coast to a gas station if you know the roads… and if you don’t get stuck in traffic.

Life often feels like a Rubik’s Cube—scrambled, confusing, colorful but chaotic. You twist decisions. You turn through relationships. You flip perspectives. Yet the more you try to solve it without guidance, the more tangled it becomes.

Counting blessings is more than mere arithmetic. It's sacred mathematics—a heart-calculus revealing the infinite dimensions of God's grace. Each remembered blessing shifts our gaze from the fleeting to the eternal, illuminating God’s unwavering providence, His abundant provision, and His sovereign purposes.

Picture the eruptionalist as a spiritual storm-chaser, driven by the intoxicating thrill of conflict. He delights in fanning sparks into flames, convinced that significance lies in the heat of the arguments he ignites.

By day, we piece together scattered clues in our work; by night, we untangle knots woven within our families. Life, it seems, is one continuous puzzle, its fragments often scattered beyond our grasp.

When God Redirects Our Plans "And they went through the region of Phrygia and Galatia, having been forbidden by the Holy Spirit to speak...