Where do personal beliefs come from? What is their point of origin? For most, it begins when we first feel discomfort. It happens when a loving parent soothes our first physical distress. Our eyes see, and ears hear how a mother ministers to our needs. Even though our minds cannot yet process the cause of our discomfort, we believe that our mother or father becomes that source of tender relief.

Happiness is a delicious cupcake, sweet and satisfying but fleeting. You enjoy it at the moment, savoring every bite, but soon it's gone, leaving you with a pleasant memory, a few crumbs, and maybe a smudge of chocolate icing on your chin. Joy, on the other hand, is like a hearty loaf of bread. It's nourishing and sustaining, providing you with a lasting sense of fulfillment. You can share it with others, and it helps you navigate the ups and downs of life.

This blog extends that mission, offering devotional thoughts, personal stories, and reflections on living a faith-filled life.