Grow with God

I see the battles you fight in silence. I see the way your mind races at night, replaying moments you wish you could change, imagining futures that feel uncertain. I know how heavy that can feel.

But listen closely: I am with you. Not from a distance. Not when you “get it together.” I am right here — in the middle of your mess, your questions, your weariness.

You’ve confused waiting with wasting — but waiting with Me is never wasted time. This season isn’t punishment; it’s preparation. Trust that what feels delayed is being divinely timed.

I’m not ignoring your prayers. I’m weaving them into something better than what you would’ve settled for. Let patience become your posture, not your prison.

You may not feel Me, but I’m here — steady, close, unchanging. Your feelings are real, but they aren’t always telling the full truth. In the silence, I’m strengthening your roots so that storms can’t uproot your faith later.

Don’t chase feelings. Chase Me. Even in the unseen, I am nearer than your next breath.

When the tree is bare in winter, it is not dead. It is conserving strength for the growth ahead. So it is with you. Just because you don’t see outward signs doesn’t mean nothing is happening. I do My deepest work in unseen places.

Stop comparing your season to someone else’s harvest. Trust that what I’m growing in you will bloom right on time.

Stillness doesn’t mean stagnation. It’s the space where I refill what life has drained. When you stop striving to fix everything, you give Me room to work.

Let Me teach you the power of quiet trust — a strength that doesn’t shout, but stands.

You think because I haven’t answered in your timeline that I haven’t heard. But I have. And I’ve held every cry close to My heart.

I respond not only to words, but to the ache beneath them. You are not forgotten. Your cries move My heart more than you know.

Even the smallest seed of faith in Me is powerful. Mountains move not because you’re mighty, but because I am. Bring Me your shaky, mustard-seed faith — I can work with that.

Every detail, every step, is held in perfect timing. When I say “wait,” it’s not to frustrate you — it’s to position you. Trust that the vision I’ve spoken over your life has an appointed time, and nothing can stop it.

Every time you try to fix what only I can heal, the weight grows heavier. Let Me carry what you cannot. Release the grip and rest in Me.

Hope isn’t a feeling that fades — it’s My presence that remains. Lift your eyes. I am your Hope, and I will not fail you.

I’m not shaming you; I’m inviting you back. Back to the simplicity of love. Back to a heart that lingers, not rushes. Revival starts not in loud crowds, but in quiet hearts that return to Me fully.

Come back to your first love — not as a duty, but as a reunion.

When you perform for Me, you create distance. When you bring Me your real heart, even messy, you create space for encounter.

You keep looking for Me in old ways — old rhythms, old methods, old comfort zones. But I’m doing something new.

Being set apart isn’t about pride — it’s about purity. It’s choosing My ways even when the world mocks. It’s letting Me shape your heart to reflect Heaven.

The fire I’m placing in you is meant to burn bright. Don’t hide it.

Don’t let fear or fatigue smother what I’ve ignited.

Revival is not just something you receive — it’s something you steward.

You’ve been praying for revival while staying in the boat. But miracles happen when you step onto the water.

Give Me everything — your plans, fears, talents, heart. When you pour it out extravagantly, Heaven moves.

Revival isn’t just felt; it’s spoken. Your words have power to build or break, ignite or extinguish.

This is not the time to shrink back. I’ve called you to rise.

Revival isn’t a one-time event — it’s a continual cry. Let this be your heart’s prayer: “Revive me again.”

You’ve carried wounds for so long that pain has started to feel like part of your identity. But I didn’t create you to live in perpetual ache — I came to heal.

Forgiveness isn’t minimizing what was done — it’s releasing its hold on you. Bitterness chains you to the past; forgiveness frees your soul.

You are forgiven. You are clean. Walk in the freedom I paid for.

You think too much time has passed. You think the damage is too deep. But I specialize in restoration.

You think too much time has passed. You think the damage is too deep. But I specialize in restoration.

You’ve held your pain close like armor, believing if you let go, it will crush you. But I’m strong enough to hold it all.

You don’t have to earn My closeness; you only need to become aware of it. I’m here, nearer than your next breath, wrapping you in a love that doesn’t waver when you’re broken.

Where the world sees ruins, I see the foundation for redemption. Let Me take what’s been burned down and build something breathtaking. Nothing is wasted in My hands.

Don’t settle for surviving when I’ve called you to thrive. Reach for the hem of My garment like the woman did. Believe that your wholeness is found in Me.

This is your turning point. I’ve carried you through waiting, ignited your heart again, and healed what was broken. Now — step forward.

I’m sending you into ordinary places with an unordinary Presence. Don’t wait to feel ready. Walk with Me and I will work through you.