Have you ever watched waves crash relentlessly onto a rocky shore? From a safe distance, it's mesmerizing—a rhythmic display of power and beauty. But the experience is entirely different if you're navigating a small boat through those very waves.

There’s a moment—quiet, almost imperceptible—when we realize we’re not driving the restoration. We never were. The weight of grace finds us not when we’re sprinting toward holiness, but when we’ve stumbled face-first into the mud of our own limitations.