Let There Be Light

This morning I woke up physically tired. Not emotionally defeated. Not spiritually dry. Just physically tired.

And I found myself asking, How did I get here? I arrived on Monday. It’s cold. I’ve stayed indoors most of the time. My rhythm has shifted. The food here is not what my body is used to. And I know my tiredness is likely linked to what I’ve been eating or not eating well.

But as I sat with it, I realized something deeper. Faith does not require me to deny what I feel. Faith requires me not to be ruled by what I feel.

I do not walk by sight. I walk by what I know. And more importantly by Who I know. My body may feel tired, but I belong to the God who speaks and things become.

In the beginning, God said, “Let there be light,” and light obeyed. He said, “Be fruitful and multiply,” and the earth responded. He called Abraham out and promised him nations and a barren womb produced a legacy. He sent an angel to Mary and declared she would conceive and the impossible bowed to His word. Everything God says carries the power to fulfill itself.

And as I remembered that, I felt something shift. Not dramatic. Not explosive. Just steady.

Because my faith is not about creating new realities through hype. It is about aligning my voice with what God has already spoken.

The Word says life and death are in the power of the tongue. The Word says by His stripes we are healed.

The Word says if we ask, seek, and knock, doors will open. The Word says He gives prosperity to the soul and health to the body. The Word says He surrounds us with favor as with a shield.

So today, I refuse to agree with fatigue as my identity.

Yes, I will make wise decisions. I will choose food that fuels me. I will discipline my body. But I will also speak life. Because faith is not fantasy. Faith is agreement with Heaven.

And I agree with God.