What you look at is already shaping who you’re becoming. The feed trains desire; Christ retrains the heart. Behold what heals, not what hollows.

Every life is being shaped—either by the fleeting molds of the world or by the eternal hands of God. Transformation is the Spirit’s quiet work of renewing hearts, minds, and desires, forming the architecture of Jesus within us as we yield in obedience and love.

When control slips through your fingers, remember who holds it steady. Peace begins where your grip ends—when Christ rules the heart and aligns it with the Father’s will.

Fruitless soil cannot save us. Time is mist. The Gardener kneels in mercy, digging deep, calling us to repent, to abide, to bear fruit. The cross has broken the ground—life is planted. The question is not if Christ is working, but if you will yield before the ax is laid to the root.