Quiet Unfiltered Notes: From the Fire

I’ve been sitting with something lately that I can’t seem to shake. I was sharing these thoughts with my fiancée Bianca last night  It’s not loud. It’s not dramatic. But it’s persistent. It’s the tension of wanting to be completely on fire for Christ  while still being deeply aware of my own shortcomings. And if I’m honest, that tension has been confronting. Because there are moments where my heart burns with clarity and conviction. Moments where everything feels aligned—where my thoughts, my desires, my purpose all seem to point in one direction. Toward Him. Toward Jesus . Toward a life that reflects something real, something surrendered, something transformed. But then there are other moments. Moments where I’m reminded—very quickly—that I’m still me. Still human. Still flawed. Still carrying things I thought I had already laid down. And that’s where the struggle begins. The Fire That Feels Real There are times where I can’t deny what God has done in my life. It’s not theor...

There’s something I’ve been sitting with lately. Not in a rushed way, not as a passing thought—but something that has stayed with me, and  lingered, and quietly unfolded the more I’ve paid attention to it. and the other night at kings church connect group it was stirred in me once again  Food is powerful. Not just in the obvious sense. Not just because it nourishes the body or fills a need. But because it does something deeper. It unlocks memory . It unlocks moments. It unlocks people. And the more I’ve reflected on this, the more I’ve realised that food doesn’t just bring back memories—it carries something spiritual within it. Something that touches the soul, not just the senses. The Moment Behind the Meal There’s a moment that happens—subtle, almost unnoticed. You take a bite of something. And suddenly, you’re not just tasting it. You’re somewhere else. A different time. A different place. A different version of yourself. You remember who you were with. You remember the co...

As I wrote extensively in my last post my heart for today was to pray and take time to appreciate the work in Refined by Fire Press . I feel to write about what the Lord is putting on my heart for the weekend. Something I have been struggling with—trust in the areas of emotional healing . Anxiety. Depression. Nervous system healing . Negative mental programming . These are not distant concepts to me. They are not topics I can approach from a place of detachment or theory. They are present. They are lived. They are, at times, overwhelming. And yet, they are also the place where something deeper is happening. The Tension I’m Sitting In There is a tension I’ve been feeling lately. On one hand, I can see growth in my life. I can see change. I can see movement forward in ways that I once prayed for. But on the other hand, there are still moments—unexpected, uninvited moments—where my mind returns to old patterns. Old thoughts. Old fears. Old reactions that seem to rise up before I even have...

As the weekend rolls around, I felt the Lord press something gently but firmly on my heart. Pray. Not in a rushed way. Not in a routine way. But in a way that pauses everything else and gives attention to what is forming, what is growing, what is being entrusted to me. And as I sat there, I found myself praying over something that, if you had told me three years ago would exist in my life, I would not have believed you. Refined by Fire Press . Even writing those words still feels surreal. Because if someone had come up to me three years ago—when I was in the middle of struggling to get sober from alcohol —and asked me if I had any plans to start a publishing house, I would have looked at them blankly. Not confused in a curious way. Confused in a “have you completely lost your mind?” kind of way. It wasn’t even on my radar. It wasn’t a dream I buried. It wasn’t a goal I postponed. It simply didn’t exist in my thinking at all. Back then, my world was much smaller. Much heavier. Much more...

It’s been a few days since I’ve sat down to write. Not because there hasn’t been anything happening—but because something deeper has been unfolding beneath the surface. I’ve found myself going down what I can only describe as a spiritual rabbit hole, and it has been difficult to step away from it. And it all began—or at least deepened—as I continued restoring Holy Ghost Sermons by Maria Woodworth-Etter   What started as a restoration project has slowly become something else. It’s no longer just about correcting text, fixing errors, or preserving structure. It’s become an encounter. Because as I’ve been sitting with her words, I’ve found myself asking a question that hasn’t left me: Where did this kind of fire come from? And that question didn’t just take me back a few years. It took me all the way back to the beginning. Pentecost — Where It All Began Before there was revival history, before movements had names, before there were books or testimonies being recorded— There was a roo...

It’s been a hot minute since my last blog entry, and as I roll into the weekend, Friday feels full in a quiet but real way. My day is made up of Bible college assessments, emails, theological reflections, and going over the details for my first Refined by Fire restoration project . There’s a lot happening at once, and on paper it probably looks like chaos. But in the middle of it all, I can’t help but notice something unexpected. Peace. Not the kind that comes from having everything sorted or perfectly under control, but a steady, grounded peace that seems to sit beneath the surface of everything I’m doing. As I look back over the week, I can see movement. Progress. Doors opening. And now, having a confirmed start date for my new role at GCUH , something shifts inside me. It feels like the next chapter is no longer just an idea — it’s real, it’s here, and somehow, even in the busyness, I feel ready. There’s something strange about seasons like this. They don’t feel loud or dramatic, b...

Wow. After over 12 months of planning, late nights, emails, prayers, and tears… my restoration project of Holy Ghost Sermons by is complete. Even writing that sentence feels surreal. For a long time this project lived only as an idea. Something stirring quietly in the background of my mind. A sense that there was something valuable buried in the past — something that needed to be brought forward again, restored, handled carefully, and released back into the hands of people. But ideas are easy. Execution is where the weight lives. And this project carried weight. The Beginning of the Fire I still remember when the thought first took hold. It wasn’t just about republishing an old text. It felt deeper than that. There was something about Maria Woodworth-Etter’s ministry — the rawness, the power, the way God moved through her life at a time when the world looked very different — that stirred something in me. Her life was not polished. It was not easy. In fact, it was marked by deep person...