Can I be honest with you today?
Not the polished, put-together kind of honest. The real kind. The kind that costs something to say out loud.
Because I think some of you are carrying something right now that you haven’t told anyone about. Something heavy. Something that has been quietly exhausting you for longer than you want to admit. Something that sits in your chest at night when the house is finally quiet and everyone else is asleep.
I see you. Because I have been you.
And what I want to share today is not a success story. It is not a testimony with a neat bow on it. It is a story still being written; one that passed through some of its darkest pages recently; and what God met me with right in the middle of it.
The moment I could no longer pretend.
There are seasons where we keep going. We keep managing. We keep showing up for everyone around us while quietly absorbing more than any one person was designed to carry.
And then something happens. A moment. A decision. A situation that finally makes it impossible to keep pretending that everything is fine.
I had that moment recently.
Without going into every detail; I found myself in a place where I had to make one of the hardest decisions of my life. A decision that required me to step away from a painful situation and choose safety and peace; even when that choice felt like it was tearing something essential right out of me.
Do you know that feeling? When the right decision and the painful decision are exactly the same thing?
When you know what you need to do; and you do it anyway; even though every part of you is grieving in the process?
That was me.
I went to stay with my cousin. And in the unfamiliar quiet of her home that first night; I felt something I hadn’t felt in longer than I could remember.
Space. Stillness. The first fragile breath of relief.
Going to church undone.
That Sunday I went to church.
I want to paint this picture honestly: I did not walk in composed. I did not walk in with answers or with any sense of spiritual neatness. I walked in the way you walk into a place when you are out of options; when you have nothing left to offer and you are simply hoping that something there will meet you in the emptiness.
Have you ever gone to church like that? Not out of routine or obligation; but out of desperation? Where you are sitting in the pew and you honestly don’t know if you are going to hold it together?
That was me that Sunday.
And God; as He so faithfully, consistently, tenderly does; met me exactly there.
Pastora Grace, one of the Associate Pastors in New Life North Metro brought a message on revival. And I sat there; with my heart cracked completely open; and every single word felt like it was written specifically for the week I had just survived.
What revival actually is; and why I needed to hear it.
Here is what I used to think revival meant: a big church event. A season of extraordinary spiritual momentum. Something that happened to other people; more faithful people; in other more dramatic seasons.
What I learned that Sunday dismantled all of that.
The Hebrew word for revival is chaia; meaning to live, to have life, to restore life. And the distinction Ps. Grace drew stopped me completely:
You cannot experience corporate revival without first experiencing personal revival.
Before others can be revived; it has to come to you first.
And personal revival; she said; is not for people who have completely fallen away from faith. It is for believers who have become cold. Distracted. Stagnant. People who are still showing up; still going through the motions; but who have quietly lost the aliveness that faith is supposed to carry.
I sat there and thought: that is me. That is exactly where I have been.
Not abandoned. Not faithless. Just; exhausted and cold and running on fumes for so long that I had forgotten what it felt like to be truly alive in my faith.
Can you relate to that? To the quiet drift that happens not in one dramatic moment but in a hundred small ones? Where you are technically still doing all the right things but something essential has gone dim inside you?
That is what revival is for. That is who it is for.
People like me. People like you.
King Josiah and the tearing of clothes.
Ps. Grace walked us through the story of King Josiah in 2 Kings 22. And this is the part that broke me open in the best possible way.
When Josiah encountered God’s word; really encountered it; he tore his clothes. In the Old Testament, that act of tearing was grief. It was the physical expression of a heart that had finally stopped defending itself and said: something is wrong. Something needs to change. And I am the one who needs to acknowledge it first.
Revival came to his nation; not because he had everything together; but because he was willing to grieve what had gone wrong. To acknowledge the drift. To stop performing and start being honest.
Revival came through hearing. Believing. And obeying.
In that order. Not the other way around.
Sitting in that service; having just walked through the hardest week I had experienced in a long time; I understood King Josiah in a way I never had before.
My decision to step away from a painful situation; to acknowledge that what was happening was not okay; that was my tearing of clothes. My grief. My honest, broken-open acknowledgment that something needed to change.
And in that acknowledgment; in that grief; something began.
Not a dramatic transformation. Not an overnight resolution. Just; the quiet, tender beginning of something being restored.
What God met me with.
I want to be honest about where I am now; because I think it matters.
I am safe. I am stable. I am thinking more clearly than I have in a while. And I am more convinced than ever that God did not abandon me in that dark week. He was in every single moment of it; in my cousin’s open door, in the stillness of that first night, in the church service I almost didn’t go to, in the message I absolutely needed to hear.
He was preparing the revival before I even knew I needed it.
Under the New Covenant; as Ps. Grace reminded us; revival is connected to the outpouring of the Holy Spirit. It is the surrendering of our lives to Jesus; allowing the Word; who is Jesus Himself; to restore what exhaustion, pain, and drift have slowly taken from us.
I am surrendering to that. Not perfectly. Not without moments of fear and uncertainty. But genuinely; one day at a time; with more hope than I had a week ago.
And that; I have decided; is enough to keep going.
“Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.” (Psalm 51:10)
He is already answering that prayer. Even in the middle of the mess. Especially in the middle of the mess.
For anyone reading this who is in their own dark season:
I want to ask you something gently.
When did you last feel truly alive in your faith? Not just going through the motions; not just showing up; but genuinely, deeply alive?
If the honest answer is I don’t remember; that is not a reason for shame. That is a signal. That is your soul telling you that it needs what only revival can bring.
You don’t have to have it together before God moves. Josiah didn’t. I didn’t. You don’t either.
Tear your clothes if you need to. Grieve what needs to be grieved. Make the hard decision you have been avoiding. Reach for the people God has placed around you. Show up to church even when you are undone; especially when you are undone.
And let God meet you exactly where you are.
Because here is what I know for certain after this week: He will. He always does. He is not waiting for the polished version of you to arrive before He shows up.
He is already in the room. He has been there the whole time.
Personal revival begins with one honest moment of acknowledgment. One real cry. One brave step toward truth.
And that moment; however small, however trembling, however imperfect; is always enough to start. 🤍
“Will you not revive us again, that your people may rejoice in you?” (Psalm 85:6)
Yes. He will. He already is.
Have you ever experienced personal revival in the middle of a painful season? I would love to hear your story in the comments. You are not alone here. 🤍
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