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12/30/2025

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12/28/2025

Loneliness is often just transition wearing a disguise.
I see now I didn’t lose people— I outgrew permissions.
The old rooms got quiet because I was done learning there.
The narrow path doesn’t echo with applause. It echoes with presence.
And that presence will outlast every crowd you ever missed.
Walk on.
The silence isn’t abandonment—it’s alignment.

12/22/2025

Somewhere in Georgia

12/04/2025

“THE ALTAR OF HONEST TEARS” © 2025 Transformation Ministries Inc. All Rights Reserved.

I don’t shout my way through everything anymore.
My voice cracked too many times
for that to feel honest.

Some days the halleluYah gets stuck in my throat,
and the only thing that makes it out
is a sigh heavy enough to bend steel.

And I learned something in the breaking:
Lament is holy.
Complaint is sacred when it’s carried into the presence of Yahuah.

See—
I used to think faith meant pretending strength.
But whole believers don’t pretend.
We confess.

Like David who sang his pain into Psalms,
like Jeremiah who wrote his tears into Scripture,
like Yahusha who cried,
“My Elohiym, why have You forsaken Me?”

If the Son Himself could lament,
why should I be ashamed
when my soul trembles?

Some nights I don’t want to clap my hands.
Some mornings I don’t want to sing no song.
Sometimes all I have
is the honesty to say:
“Father… this hurts.”

And He meets me there.
Not with punishment,
not with silence,
but with presence.

Because He never asked me to perform strength.
He asked me to be real.

And real worship is born
not in the shout,
but in the tear
that falls
in His direction.

12/02/2025

11/25/2025

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