Luke 22:1–6 (NIV)

1 Now the Festival of Unleavened Bread, called the Passover, was approaching,
2 and the chief priests and the teachers of the law were looking for some way to get rid of Jesus, for they were afraid of the people.
3 Then Satan entered Judas, called Iscariot, one of the Twelve.
4 And Judas went to the chief priests and the officers of the temple guard and discussed with them how he might betray Jesus.
5 They were delighted and agreed to give him money.
6 He consented, and watched for an opportunity to hand Jesus over to them when no crowd was present.

It takes just one slip to find yourself crashing back into the depths. That is how scary this world can be.

I thought I was on the right trajectory, and then one thing happened—and I stopped writing. Just like that. Two weeks passed.

When I asked God why this happened, the first thing I read was Luke 22.

This passage was a timely and sobering reminder of how proficient evil is at drawing us away from God. I allowed a way in, and it was used to pull me away from Him.

Thankfully, my boss is still here—my number one supporter—who called me out on my not writing. I tried to make an excuse, but there really was none. I had simply lost my way again.

Even though I didn’t feel like it, I stepped out of the house and went for my run yesterday. I need to fix both the body and the mind. That is the work in front of me right now.

“A cheerful heart is good medicine,
but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.”

I did my sit today, and this verse stayed with me.

The past two weeks, I truly felt crushed. That familiar sense of uselessness crept back in—the feeling that what I want to do will amount to nothing. And so, I did nothing.

Today’s meditation opened my eyes to what might be causing these spirals. Spiritual pressure strips away joy and cheerfulness, making everything feel meaningless. And without joy, it becomes very easy to stop moving.

I do have friends who support me. I’ve also been helping a friend with her student care. We have also been working on a few projects to generate cash flow for new things we want to build together. Ideas have been forming in my mind—but ideas are worth nothing without execution.

That’s the part I need to focus on now.

Execution.

And more importantly, relying on God’s guidance instead of retreating inward when doubt appears.

Lord, open the doors You want me to walk through.
Help me continue the journey You have set before me, in faith.

I do not want to lose my way again.

Luke 22:1–6 (NIV)

1 Now the Festival of Unleavened Bread, called the Passover, was approaching,
2 and the chief priests and the teachers of the law were looking for some way to get rid of Jesus, for they were afraid of the people.
3 Then Satan entered Judas, called Iscariot, one of the Twelve.
4 And Judas went to the chief priests and the officers of the temple guard and discussed with them how he might betray Jesus.
5 They were delighted and agreed to give him money.
6 He consented, and watched for an opportunity to hand Jesus over to them when no crowd was present.

It takes just one slip to find yourself crashing back into the depths. That is how scary this world can be.

I thought I was on the right trajectory, and then one thing happened—and I stopped writing. Just like that. Two weeks passed.

When I asked God why this happened, the first thing I read was Luke 22.

This passage was a timely and sobering reminder of how proficient evil is at drawing us away from God. I allowed a way in, and it was used to pull me away from Him.

Thankfully, my boss is still here—my number one supporter—who called me out on my not writing. I tried to make an excuse, but there really was none. I had simply lost my way again.

Even though I didn’t feel like it, I stepped out of the house and went for my run yesterday. I need to fix both the body and the mind. That is the work in front of me right now.

“A cheerful heart is good medicine,
but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.”

I did my sit today, and this verse stayed with me.

The past two weeks, I truly felt crushed. That familiar sense of uselessness crept back in—the feeling that what I want to do will amount to nothing. And so, I did nothing.

Today’s meditation opened my eyes to what might be causing these spirals. Spiritual pressure strips away joy and cheerfulness, making everything feel meaningless. And without joy, it becomes very easy to stop moving.

I do have friends who support me. I’ve also been helping a friend with her student care. We have also been working on a few projects to generate cash flow for new things we want to build together. Ideas have been forming in my mind—but ideas are worth nothing without execution.

That’s the part I need to focus on now.

Execution.

And more importantly, relying on God’s guidance instead of retreating inward when doubt appears.

Lord, open the doors You want me to walk through.
Help me continue the journey You have set before me, in faith.

I do not want to lose my way again.