Faith In The City

When I read that Jesus is at the right hand of God interceding for us, it stops me in my tracks. He didn’t just give His life for us once, He keeps giving. He left glory to live like us, walk with us, be disrespected by us, and die for us knowing we wouldn’t deserve it and wouldn’t appreciate it. And even after all of that, He still chooses to advocate for us every single day. That kind of love is beyond anything we can comprehend. He is worthy of all honor and all praise at all times.

Reflection: I’ve been reading the book of Numbers, and I learned that the Hebrew title actually means “In the Wilderness.” That already feels more accurate, because the wilderness is where everything gets exposed fear, faith, frustration, and trust. But as I’m reading, I keep finding myself judging the Israelites. How could God free them from slavery, perform miracle after miracle, and yet the moment things get uncomfortable, they want to go back? How could bondage feel safer than freedom? Then I had to stop and ask myself: Am I really any different? Was the wilderness actually harder than Egypt? Or was it just unfamiliar? Was it one of those “better the devil I know than the one I don’t” situations? And if I’m honest, have I ever done the same thing in my own life? Have I ever chosen the familiar struggle over the unfamiliar freedom? That question hit me harder than I expected. I started wondering if God ever looks at me the way I’ve been looking at the Israelites. Like, “Girl, why would you go back to that? Why would you choose the thing I freed you from?” Not in a judgmental way but in a loving, “I want better for you” way. And then I thought about Moses. Poor Moses. He dealt with so much, carried so much, and one moment of frustration, hitting the rock instead of speaking to it, cost him entry into the Promised Land. That scared me a little. It made me wonder: Am I dishonoring God without realizing it? Could one mistake knock me off my purpose? Will God still let me finish what He created me to do? But then I remembered: Moses did complete his purpose. His assignment was to lead the people out of Egypt and toward the promise and he did that. God even let him see the land, which feels like grace to me. So maybe the point isn’t “one mistake and you’re done.” Maybe the point is: God takes His character seriously, but He also takes His mercy seriously. My Questions: As I’m reading, I’m asking myself: Would I have been one of the ones who wanted to go back? Would I have trusted God in the wilderness? Would I have been Joshua or Caleb, the ones who believed God even when everyone else didn’t? I want to believe I’d be one of the two. I’m generally positive, hopeful, and faith‑leaning. But I also know myself. I get nervous. I overthink. I don’t always make the best decisions. And I don’t want fear to ever put me on the wrong side of what God is doing. What I’m Learning: The wilderness isn’t about punishment. It’s about preparation. It’s where God teaches you to trust Him in new ways. It’s where He breaks old mindsets and builds new ones. It’s where He shows you who He is and who you are becoming. And maybe the real question isn’t, “Would I have gone back to Egypt?” but “Will I trust God with the unknown parts of my journey today?” Because right now, I feel joy. I feel open doors. I feel peace. I feel God. And I can’t imagine ever wanting to go back to the old version of me. I’m learning that the temptation to return doesn’t always look like wanting your old life back. Sometimes it looks like choosing comfort over calling. Control over trust. Familiarity over faith. And I don’t want that to be my story. I want to walk like Joshua and Caleb, not because they were fearless, but because they remembered who God was. And that’s the kind of faith I’m choosing to build.

I used to believe “worship in spirit” required a level of spirituality I didn’t have — tongues, deep church culture, or some kind of performance. That belief made worship feel intimidating and complicated. Today I realized that worship in spirit is not about performance but posture. It’s honesty, openness, and alignment. That old belief was the blockage. The truth is the breakthrough.

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I’m learning about the Holy Spirit in real time, and today something finally clicked for me.If you’ve ever felt unsure about His role in your life, this reflection might help.

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