One Sunday morning, I rose early to care for my husband’s bedridden great-uncle. I rushed to meet his needs, thinking I’d still get ready for church. I’d been doing this daily, making sure he had everything. That morning, though, I was utterly exhausted. As I drove home, all I longed for was rest. In that quiet moment, I felt God impress upon me: “What you’re doing now is exactly what you should be doing. Church can wait.”
I was tired to the bone, barely catching my breath. After years of striving to be in church every time the doors opened, I realized my approach to faith had been off. Weeks earlier, a friend said, “What happened to the Sabbath being a day of rest? I feel as busy as any other day.” I had nodded, understanding all too well.
I’d spent years chasing rules—trying to be the perfect Christian, perfectly dressed, perfectly present, perfectly serving. I was exhausted. And what did it add to my salvation? Nothing. I had been raised to believe faith was rule-keeping, command-following, striving toward perfection. I taught Sunday school, served on committees, showed up every time. Yet the more I studied Scripture, the more I realized none of these “rules” were truly there—not when to attend, how to attend, or how to look. What I did see was Jesus saves—only Jesus.
The more I leaned into Him, the more I could breathe. Faith wasn’t about what I did, but why I did it. It was trusting God, resting in Him, and letting Him lead me. Slowly, I began to build a faith that could finally breathe.
An Invitation to Walk With Me
If you’ve made it this far, I want to invite you to stay.
What you’re reading here isn’t a lesson or a set of answers—it’s a journey. These words are me working through faith slowly and honestly, looking back to see where God has been faithful even when I didn’t understand what He was doing at the time.
In the posts that follow, I’ll be sharing pieces of my faith story—where it began, how it was shaped, how rules and expectations piled up, and how grace slowly began to breathe life back into my walk with God. Not to criticize churches or people, but to reflect on how God patiently works in us over time.
If you’ve ever followed rules without understanding…If you’ve ever felt tired trying to “do faith right”…If you’ve ever wondered why something that should bring rest felt heavy instead…
You’re not alone.
You don’t have to agree with everything I share. You don’t have to arrive at the same conclusions. I simply invite you to read along, think alongside me, and allow God the space to speak to you in your own time.
This series isn’t about tearing anything down. It’s about noticing what God has been building all along.
So grab a cup of coffee, pull up a chair, and walk with me through the next chapters.
We’ll take it one post at a time.
