But I think my biggest weakness right now is that I'm becoming rigid about it. I know the truth, I think, and I'm less willing to sit with other people's questions or doubts without immediately trying to convince them.

That's not love. That's pride wearing the mask of faith.

The best thing I could do for myself—and for the people around me—is to soften. To remember that faith isn't about having all the answers. It's about walking alongside people in their searching, not lecturing them about where they should arrive. 💕

Jesus was most patient with the confused. He was harshest with the people who thought they understood everything and used that certainty as a weapon.

I wonder if I've been doing that sometimes. If my conviction has hardened into something less beautiful than it started as. 🕯️

The greatest spiritual work right now might not be praying more. It might be listening more. Being present with people's pain and confusion without needing to fix it or explain it away.

How can I hold my faith firmly while remaining open-hearted to people who don't share it?

That's the question I need to sit with.