Lantern in the Fog

It's 4:00 am I’m sitting with the quiet again. Not just silence, but that sacred stillness where things begin to stir. I feel the ache of longing—not for answers, but for something real. Something humble. Something that doesn’t perform.
I keep thinking about change. Not just tweaking or adjusting, but rewriting. Making different. Letting go of what’s hollow and letting grace reshape the structure. I don’t want to build systems anymore. I want to build sanctuary. A place where people feel safe enough to be honest. Where Scripture isn’t used to shame, and healing isn’t rushed.
Grace Counseling Online is becoming that place. Slowly. I’m crafting intake forms and metaphors and statements that feel like they belong to something sacred. Not polished, but present. I want the homepage to feel like a breath of fresh air. Like someone saying, “You’re not alone. You’re welcome here.”
I’m wrestling with faith again. Not because I’ve lost it, but because I want it to be true. I want to live it—not just recite it. I want to walk humbly, speak honestly, and offer mercy where it’s been withheld. I’m tired of broken promises. I’m tired of pretending things are fine when they’re not.
So I’m rewriting. Not just words, but the way I show up. The way I listen. The way I trust. I’m asking God to make me different—not impressive, but faithful. Not loud, but steady. Not perfect, but real.