Place: Home
Time: 9 AM
Duration: 25 mins
Streak: 18 Days
Previous Streak: 34 (ended Nov 12)

Scripture

“Then he went up and touched the bier they were carrying him on, and the bearers stood still. He said, ‘Young man, I say to you, get up!’ The dead man sat up and began to talk, and Jesus gave him back to his mother. They were all filled with awe and praised God. ‘A great prophet has appeared among us,’ they said. ‘God has come to help his people.’ This news about Jesus spread throughout Judea and the surrounding country.”
— Luke 7:14–17 (NIV)

Jesus uses the phrase “get up” often. It’s a simple command, but in Scripture it is often connected to resurrection, restoration, and renewal.

In today’s verse, Jesus restores what was lost before anyone had faith for it.
He gives hope first, and faith follows.

God doesn’t just demand trust from the broken—He meets us in the impossible.

This morning I woke up, meditated, and felt completely distracted. Restless.
Afterwards, I didn’t want to write. I crawled back into bed and immediately felt myself slipping into a familiar darkness.

That feeling of,
“Why is this still happening?”

But the words from the verse came back to me:

“Get up!”

So I got up. And now I’m writing the thing I should have finished hours ago.

Small victory.
But still a victory.

Someone close to me told me early on that it would take years for my mind to recover after what I did to it. At the time, I didn’t believe him.

He was right. As he usually is.

The damage was deeper than I ever admitted—even to myself.
But God has sustained me.
Even when I fall back, He lifts me up and gives me enough strength for the next step forward.

Right now, I’m in escape mode again. Ignoring people. Checking out. Retreating.

I know it, and I hate it.

But I also know this:
The point is not to avoid the hole—it’s to not stay in it.

There will be days where motivation is high
and days where existing feels heavy.

This writing isn’t polished victory.
It’s the gritty reality of someone trying to crawl out of his own mind.
Some days I make progress.
Some days, I’m just hanging on.

God, show me my purpose.
Show me my way forward.
Keep harmful people and energies away from me.
Give me strength where I have none.

I cast my burdens to You again—because I keep picking them back up.

And yet You keep saying,

“Get up.”

Consider subscribing to follow along my daily journey in faith, healing, and rebuilding—one day at a time.
Your support means more than you know.

Place: Home
Time: 9 AM
Duration: 25 mins
Streak: 18 Days
Previous Streak: 34 (ended Nov 12)

Scripture

“Then he went up and touched the bier they were carrying him on, and the bearers stood still. He said, ‘Young man, I say to you, get up!’ The dead man sat up and began to talk, and Jesus gave him back to his mother. They were all filled with awe and praised God. ‘A great prophet has appeared among us,’ they said. ‘God has come to help his people.’ This news about Jesus spread throughout Judea and the surrounding country.”
— Luke 7:14–17 (NIV)

Jesus uses the phrase “get up” often. It’s a simple command, but in Scripture it is often connected to resurrection, restoration, and renewal.

In today’s verse, Jesus restores what was lost before anyone had faith for it.
He gives hope first, and faith follows.

God doesn’t just demand trust from the broken—He meets us in the impossible.

This morning I woke up, meditated, and felt completely distracted. Restless.
Afterwards, I didn’t want to write. I crawled back into bed and immediately felt myself slipping into a familiar darkness.

That feeling of,
“Why is this still happening?”

But the words from the verse came back to me:

“Get up!”

So I got up. And now I’m writing the thing I should have finished hours ago.

Small victory.
But still a victory.

Someone close to me told me early on that it would take years for my mind to recover after what I did to it. At the time, I didn’t believe him.

He was right. As he usually is.

The damage was deeper than I ever admitted—even to myself.
But God has sustained me.
Even when I fall back, He lifts me up and gives me enough strength for the next step forward.

Right now, I’m in escape mode again. Ignoring people. Checking out. Retreating.

I know it, and I hate it.

But I also know this:
The point is not to avoid the hole—it’s to not stay in it.

There will be days where motivation is high
and days where existing feels heavy.

This writing isn’t polished victory.
It’s the gritty reality of someone trying to crawl out of his own mind.
Some days I make progress.
Some days, I’m just hanging on.

God, show me my purpose.
Show me my way forward.
Keep harmful people and energies away from me.
Give me strength where I have none.

I cast my burdens to You again—because I keep picking them back up.

And yet You keep saying,

“Get up.”

Consider subscribing to follow along my daily journey in faith, healing, and rebuilding—one day at a time.
Your support means more than you know.