Faith in every season
There was a time when faith, for me, looked different. Quiet mornings in the car on the way to work. A cup of coffee and an open Bible. Worship music on the drive home as I thank God for the most incredible sunsets I get to witness on my route home. Those moments were beautiful. But then came new seasons. Work deadlines, school runs, sleepless nights, and noise that never quite fades. And I started to feel guilty that my devotion no longer looked “disciplined.” It took years to realise that faith doesn’t disappear when the routine changes. It just finds new rhythms. Some days, it’s an open Bible. Other days, it’s a deep breath between pick-ups, lunch, and homework. Sometimes it’s whispered prayers while putting the toddler down for a nap, or a small act of grace toward yourself or someone else. Faith, I’m learning, isn’t about perfection. It’s about awareness. When I pause long enough to notice, I see that God is present in the pauses too; in the ordinary, in the in-betwee...