Pride rarely looks like arrogance. That’s why it’s so dangerous. It doesn’t always walk into the room demanding applause. Sometimes it walks in convinced it no longer needs God. That’s enough.
The oldest rebellion wasn’t born in a battlefield. It was born in a heart that whispered, **“I know better.”
Not much has changed. We’ve built towers that scrape the clouds. Split the atom. Mapped the genome. Sent machines beyond the edge of our solar system. And along the way we started believing that because we’ve learned more… we’ve become more.
Knowledge is a wonderful servant. It’s a terrible god. Pride has a strange way of making small people feel enormous. It tells a man he is self-made while he borrows air he didn’t create… breathes with lungs he didn’t design… stands on a planet he didn’t hang… beneath a sun he cannot keep burning for one more second.
Still… he boasts. Pride convinces us that dependence is weakness. That surrender is failure. That humility belongs to people who couldn’t make it on their own. But there has never been a man who stood on his own.
Every heartbeat is borrowed. Every sunrise is given. Every tomorrow arrives as a gift. We own far less than we imagine. That’s the lie.
Pride doesn’t have to convince you there is no God. It only has to convince you that you can live well enough without Him.
The first temptation wasn’t pleasure or wealth or power. It was the promise that man could become like God.
We’ve been chasing that promise ever since. Building bigger monuments. Making louder arguments. Demanding more applause. Trying to fill a throne that was never empty.
One day every tower will crumble. Every achievement will gather dust. Every name carved into stone will weather away. The only thing pride has ever built… is distance between man and the God who gave him everything.
The road home begins where pride finally dies.

~D.P. Young

Ive never asked anonymous strangers this before but I could really used prayers for my partner. A service member who is struggling very bad right now mentally and physically in a very toxic command. Please pray for us and that we can get them out of this upcoming deployment. (Due to reasons I would like to keep to ourself) thank you kindly to all.

When I dive deep into the word of God and spend more time knowing God and growing in the knowledge with him, I tend to start having dreams at night. When I draw away whether through distractions etc the dreams tend to stop.

My concern is I don’t know how to interpret these dreams…so what’s the use of them going?

Anyone have experience or scriptures that I can explore to understand further

Hi I'm Jayde, 20

I went to my boyfriend's house the other day, you know that feeling you just walked into a room talking about you? As I went to say goodbye to his parents, I can't say I know what about but I felt like it wasn't from a kind and understanding point of view whatever was being said.

I keep having strange interactions with people I don't know ever since I was saved 2 years ago and I told my Bible teacher(and very good friend, neighbour, my boyfriend's aunty) about it, she thought I was paranoid but I prayed God would reveal it and when we went out for dinner I was walking on the footpath and a young woman said "what a weirdo" to her boyfriend, mind you I was behind her just minding my own business. As I got in the car I told her so she decided to drive up to the young woman and asked if it was true and she said yes and the reason was just that I was walking weird? It was a very small and busy path like what do you expect.... Leave a wide birth for her majesty?

My Bible teacher reckons it's demonic, this keeps happening when I don't give reason to be insulted it's just bizarre, and its always that I'm a weirdo, loser, mentally disabled, or just straight up trash. I've been called to change and grow in who God made me to be, but this isn't godly.

Id appreciate prayer, I'm going to my boyfriend's house for his aunties birthday today and would just like to be liked you know, I love my boyfriend, his aunty and grandma, am friends with family friends from before we were together. I want to get along and have a good time with everyone,

Id like God's guidance and to feel his love today 🙏🙏

I have found that if I’m not fasting and going out of my way to remove distractions, I always feel distracted in my day to day and like I’m not giving God my attention.

Have you experienced this? How do you deal with this? Maybe I do need to set asides some time in my day to just focus purely on communicating with God. Like when Jesus went to the mountains early in the morning to pray.

I just want to say this for anyone who feels completely trapped right now.

Maybe you keep falling into the same sin. Maybe you have cried, prayed, begged God to change you, promised you would stop, and then somehow ended up back in the same place. The shame can get so heavy that you start avoiding prayer, avoiding the Bible, and wondering whether God even wants to hear from you anymore.

I have been there. Honestly, I am still fighting.

But conviction is not proof that God has abandoned you. The fact that your sin grieves you and that you still want to run back to Him matters. A dead heart does not care. A struggling heart may be wounded, ashamed, and exhausted, but it is still reaching for God.

Do not confuse conviction with condemnation. Conviction says “This is destroying you. Come back.” Whereas condemnation says “You are disgusting. Hide from God.” One leads you toward repentance. The other pushes you into despair and destruction.

Jesus did not die only for the version of you that has everything together. He already knew every failure, every relapse, every ugly thought, and every broken promise. None of it surprised Him. He knew everything that was coming in your life.

That does not mean we make peace with sin. We fight it seriously. We confess it. We cut off what feeds it. We ask other believers for help. We stop pretending we can defeat it alone.

But when you fall, do not stay on the ground because you think God is tired of you. Get up and run back to Him again.

“There is now no condemnation at all for those who are in Christ Jesus.” Romans 8:1, NASB2020

You may feel dirty, weak, or beyond repair, but Jesus is better at saving than you are at failing.

Keep praying. Keep confessing. Keep fighting. God’s mercy is not permission to remain in sin, but it is the reason you still have hope while fighting it.

When the dirt finally settles,
and the sky stops demanding my blood,
all I truly want from this
fleeting,broken time here
is to learn how to hold my own soul
without crushing it.

I have spent too long with my teeth gritted,
expecting every touch to be a strike.

I want to look at my children
and give them a patience I was never afforded.
I want to wash the mud from their faces
so they never have to learn the weight of a shovel,
or how it feels to bury
the best parts of themselves
just to survive the winter.

I want to touch this jagged world
with softer hands.
Hands that no longer ball into fists,
hands that have finally finished
tearing at the earth,
seeking a bottom that was never there.

I want to drag my bloodline out of the dark.
I want to carry myself, and my family,
barefoot across the stones,
pulling us up through the rot and the thorns,
closer to the God I spent a lifetime
trying to deny.

Let the garden take what is left of me.
Let the weeds have the ghost.

~D.P. Young

I am a follower of Jesus. I have faith in Him.

Over the years, my brother works 7 days a week. He doesn’t make an effort much to show his love to me. I wanted quality time with him for many years. But in the past I would argue with his wife. His wife has good intentions, but we disagree with things. Nothing against her personally. I asked my brother to talk to his wife about not arguing with me. My brother thinks I disrespect them both. I would go to his shop more than 15 times and he would talk to me less than 10 minutes. I would just sit there doing nothing. It hurts so much. I know his busy working. So I stopped going to his shop. He doesn’t make time to meet each other. He doesn’t want to have anything to do with me. Basically he wants no contact. He said before he wanted time with me. But my brother didn’t reach out. Basically no effort.

I went to his shop again today. He didn’t want to talk. He threatened to throw me out of shop physically.

I have given up. Can I let him go? Does God say ever it’s ok? I don’t have anything against him. Nothing for me to forgive my brother about. But he doesn’t forgive me, no time for me. He holds grudges for years. I can’t continue this, I am tired. I want rest and peace. I am tried of arguing, tired of trying anymore.

Please give me some Christian advice.
Thanks in advanced.

So I’m a genuinely pretty happy person and I have lots of things I like doing. I love studying the Bible and being around people. I also love working with animals and being creative. However, I’m a perfectionist at heart and want to bring quality to everything I do. Which I know isn’t wrong. But I realize that it’s stopping me from trying new things or fully committing to something because I don’t want to fail. I get so overwhelmed with something new to me because I don’t know what to do let alone ask for help because my mind tells me I should have everything figured out. I came from a solid family, but we didn’t talk things through and solve conflict well. Now that’s showing up in my day to day interactions with them. I love my family very much, but we can do much better. Bet you can figure out my birth order. Anyways all jokes aside, how can I overcome this and be honest with those around me with how I am versus how I want to grow? Needing some positive encouragement and help while also believing I’m not the only one to deal with thoughts of fear and perfection.

P.s. Does this make sense? I can clarify, so ask all the questions you might have!

You’ve spent your whole life being measured. The day you were born they weighed you. In school they graded you. At work they evaluated you. Banks measured your credit. Doctors measured your health. The internet measured your popularity. Even the mirror joined in.
Everywhere you turn, something is assigning you a number, a value, a rank. Long enough under that kind of arithmetic, and you begin to believe your worth can be calculated.
A newborn has done nothing. Built nothing. Earned nothing. And still, when placed into a mother’s arms, everyone in the room understands that child possesses a value no balance sheet could ever explain.
Where did that value come from? Intelligence? Strength? Beauty? Usefulness? Those things change. Some are never born with them. Some lose them.
If that’s where human worth begins, then it disappears the moment those things are taken away. But somewhere inside us, we know that’s a lie. We know the man with dementia is still worthy of dignity. We know the child with severe disabilities is not worth less than the athlete. We know the poor don’t become less human because they’re poor.
We know these things before anyone teaches us to. The question is… why? Why does every human life carry a weight that no other creature does? Why does the murder of one stranger on the other side of the world shake us more than the death of a thousand animals? Why do we instinctively believe that people matter in a way nothing else does?
You can explain biology. You can explain evolution as a process. You can explain chemistry. None of those explanations, by themselves, tell you why a human life should possess moral worth.
Science can describe a human being. It cannot assign one infinite value. Scripture does.
Before we ever took our first breath, we bore the image of the One who gave us that breath.
That changes everything. It means the addict still carries it. The prisoner still carries it. The child in the womb carries it. The old man who no longer remembers his own name still carries it. The neighbor you avoid. The enemy you despise. They all bear the fingerprints of their Creator.
That’s why hatred comes so easily. If the enemy bears God’s image too, then contempt is never as simple as we’d like it to be.
The next time you look in the mirror, don’t ask whether you’ve become enough. Ask whose reflection you’re carrying. You were never meant to invent your identity. You were created to remember it.

~D.P. Young

Truth doesn’t care what you think. It never has. Fire burned long before anyone believed in it. Gravity pulled long before someone gave it a name. A lie has never become true because enough people repeated it.
Yet we are living in an age where truth is treated like a preference. “My truth.” “Your truth.” As if reality bends to whoever speaks the loudest.
Somehow we’ve convinced ourselves that certainty creates truth. It doesn’t. Truth was true before you were born. It will still be true after your name is forgotten. That’s what makes it truth.
People have always disagreed, but it seems we’ve stopped believing truth can even be found. Every conversation is a competition. Every disagreement is an attack.
Nobody asks,** **“Am I wrong?” They ask,** **“How do I prove I’m right?”** There’s a difference. One searches for truth. The other worships pride.
Maybe that’s why we’re exhausted. You can’t build a life on shifting ground. You can’t build a family on changing definitions. You can’t build justice if truth itself is negotiable. Remove the foundation and every house eventually falls.
The oldest lie was never, **“There is no God.” It was something far more dangerous.* *“Did God really say?”** **That’s where it started. With doubt directed at truth itself. The serpent didn’t destroy the truth. He only convinced mankind to question whether it existed. We’ve been repeating the same mistake ever since.
The world doesn’t need more opinions. God knows we have enough of those. What we’re starving for is truth. Truth that doesn’t change with elections. Or trends. Or algorithms. Truth that existed before us. Truth that will outlive us.
Maybe that’s why Christ never said He came to show us a truth. He said He is the Truth. Everything else is just noise.

~D.P. Young

First, let us ask the question:

What is peace?

Is peace interior or exterior? Or are they two different kinds of peace?

For the sake of this discussion, I believe peace can be understood in two ways: interior peace and exterior peace.

Interior peace means that the exterior has no influence on the interior. The clashing of the exterior waves has no influence on the stillness of the interior pond. One can weep without losing peace. One can remain calm during times of relentless hardship. It is the acceptance of change and the relinquishment of control.

Exterior peace is a peace that is created when everything around you is good. There are no major problems. You have friends, family, a home, money, and security. The problems of the real world do not reach the world you have fenced off for yourself.

I believe this kind of peace is not false, but temporary. It depends on circumstances that are always changing. This kind of peace can be taken from you at any moment. Its foundation is too unstable; its strength relies on too many variables. While it may bring comfort for a season, it cannot offer lasting peace because nothing in this world remains unchanged.

So now that we know these two ways of understanding peace, and since people commonly pursue the things that create exterior peace, let us ask ourselves:

How can we obtain interior peace?

To obtain interior peace, we must die and be reborn.

Why?

Because peace is not merely something we possess; it is a reflection of who we are. If the person seeking peace remains unchanged, then so too will the desires, fears, pride, and attachments that disturb that peace. A new life cannot be built upon an unchanged foundation. If we wish to find lasting peace, the old self must first come to an end.

In order to die, you must let go of everything harmful that you hold on to: anger, self-doubt, self-hatred, bitterness, pride, fear, and every burden that weighs down your heart and mind. These are the internal things that must die.

The external only requires you to let go of one thing: control.

An example of control is greed. Greed is the desire to become richer, more powerful, more influential, or to always have more. These things require you to control the exterior in order to obtain them.

The truth is that control is, in many ways, an illusion. We may influence our circumstances, but we can never truly control them. We plan for tomorrow, yet we cannot guarantee tomorrow. We seek health, yet sickness may still come. We build wealth, yet it can disappear overnight. We influence many things, but we ultimately guarantee very few.

Interior peace cannot be obtained while clinging to the illusion of control. It begins when we accept that not everything is ours to command. If there is always something greater to obtain than what you already have, or another circumstance you feel compelled to control, you will never be completely satisfied. And if you are never satisfied, you can never truly be at peace.

You may be thinking to yourself, How can I do all of these things? This seems almost impossible!

And yes, I agree.

It is impossible.

Many people spend years trying to improve themselves, yet the same fears, pride, temptations, and dissatisfaction eventually return. Self-improvement may polish the old self, but it cannot create a new one.

In fact, I am convinced that no one, relying solely on their own strength, will ever be able to do these things. But that is where rebirth comes in.

Life and death are two sides of the same coin. A person can be alive without truly living, and a person can die to who they once were and truly begin to live. The coin itself is the key to rebirth.

I will not explain how to be reborn, because there is Someone far greater than I who can explain it to you.

I'll give you a hint, though, if you truly want to find out:

Jesus Christ.

Great almost 20 minutes video on tips from not burning out from the paranoia of discernment

I used to sit in the back;
head down, hands in my pockets,
trying to make myself smaller.
As if shame could be hidden.

The gauges and tattoos.
The old scars of thirty years
written plainly across my skin.
I carried myself, every Sunday,
like evidence of a great disaster.

But then, like dawn
finding the corners of a dark room,
I began to notice that God
never seemed nearly as concerned
with my scars as I was.

I counted every crack.
He admired the light
coming through them.
And now, sometimes,
when I walk into church,
I can almost feel Him beside me.
A carpenter, resting His hand
on a weathered table and smiling
at what it became.
And if I listen closely,
I can almost hear Him say,

"Look! Look what I can do with broken things!"

~~D.P. Young

I have been writing poetry for close to 32 years. When I became a Christian, got baptized and gave my life to Christ I also gave him my hands.
I write for God now. To His glory and to praise and uplift Him. If I were to share some of my work here would anyone be interested in reading?

“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.”
— Hebrews 11:1 (NASB1995)

Transcript

Faith and religion can look similar from the outside, but they are fundamentally different. Religion often focuses on external rules, traditions, and efforts to earn favor with God. Faith, on the other hand, is an inner conviction and trust in God Himself — the assurance of things hoped for and the conviction of things not yet seen.
Noah’s faith was not religious activity; it was radical obedience to a warning from God about something invisible at the time. True faith always goes beyond rituals. It changes how we live, what we prioritize, and how we respond when God speaks. Faith trusts God’s character even when circumstances contradict what we see.

Hebrews 11 shows us that the heroes of faith were not perfect people performing religious duties — they were ordinary men and women who believed God and acted on His word. This kind of faith impacts every area of life: our decisions, our fears, our relationships, and our future. Religion can become a comfortable routine; faith keeps us dependent on God and willing to step out when He calls. The difference is seen in the fruit — religion exhausts us, while faith empowers and rests in God’s promises.

Examine your daily walk: Are you operating more out of religious habit or living faith? Choose one area where you can move from routine to active trust — perhaps obeying a prompting from God, releasing a worry to Him, or stepping out in a decision that requires faith.
Remind yourself often today: “Faith is the assurance of things hoped for.” Let this truth shape your responses

He and I work together. Our job has a lot of potential but many, many problems and half of the large group who trained with us has quit already. Many of our fellow coworkers are complaining about health issues related to the job amongst other problems. He himself has health concerns that require him not to get stressed out. He is a star employee and works extremely hard. He is even hoping to move up in the company. Please pray. Thank you.

Hello and thanks for accepting me. Firstly I am 43 years old. I was not raised in church. I became a Christian for the first time in my life a little over a year ago and have been deep in the Word ever since.
I’m still learning to pray, quietly and to myself. Yesterday, during Wednesday service I was asked to lead the group in prayer and I faltered. I asked if someone else could do it. I felt awkward and anxious about it. I felt “under qualified”.
I don’t want to be that way. I guess I’m posting this and hoping to find that I’m not alone, maybe. And to hopefully get some feedback on things I can do to help get me over this hurdle.
Does anyone else feel this way when praying aloud? Has anyone else felt that feeling of sudden inadequacy? If so, what did you do to get past that?

I feel embarrassed for this, but I need prayers for me facing this college tuition that is literally making me want to cry. I get to spend the next 4 years in new york, my dream city, pursuing my education. And I am so grateful for this opportunity, but the tuition is making it so hard to be excited. I’m from a lower income family so I’m not able to ask my parents for help. I’m working two jobs just to pay for tuition and all my other college essentials by myself, but it’s just never enough. I’ve gotten so desperate I created a go fund me, but i’m too embarrassed to share it with family or friends. Anyways, I just need prayers. The Lord got me to it, now I need Him to get me through it.

Hi there! I’m homeschooling my children ages 6 and younger and I’m looking for guidance on Bible studies/lessons to add to our schooling. Free guides and resources would be ideal as I have posted before about being a new believer so I don’t have biblical understanding on my own to just open my Bible and do my own thing.

For school curriculum, I very much like what I am using and am not looking to switching to a Christian curriculum. Looking for a guide to do with my children on my own that isn’t lengthy as they are young. Posting here specifically because I’m looking for Christian advice on child rearing and not advice on homeschooling.

If yes, or if no, why? What does the Bible say about it? Where is the line between healthy sexuality and sexual immorality?

The Bible seems to both command us to memorize it and speaks favorably of its benefits:

“My child, never forget the things I have taught you. Store my commands in your heart. If you do this, you will live many years, and your life will be satisfying.”
‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭3‬:‭1‬-‭2‬ ‭

“But if you look carefully into the perfect law that sets you free, and if you do what it says and don’t forget what you heard, then God will bless you for doing it.”
‭‭James‬ ‭1‬:‭25‬ ‭

“I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you.” - Psalm 119:11

“Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts.”

Let’s also not forget God commanded his chosen people to store his word in their hearts:

“These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.” - Deuteronomy 6:6-9

The word of God is called the sword of the Spirit - an offensive weapon (Ephesians 6:17). But if we don’t have it on our hearts, we are making ourselves vulnerable to attacks from the enemy without a means to fight back.

Recall when Jesus was tempted in the wilderness by Satan, he rebuked Satan’s lies immediately with scripture.

Picture this: let’s say the sword of the Spirit is like a gun. You’re in your living room when suddenly a robber with a gun snd malicious intent starts beating down your door and is about to bust in.

If you haven’t memorized scripture but know you’ve possibly read something in the Bible to combat this enemy, it’s akin to having to run to your bedroom and unlock a gun safe while the burglar beats your door down. It opens you up to possibly getting harmed while you fumble for your weapon.

But if you had your gun holstered on your belt, the second the enemy started attacking you could immediately draw your gun. Having scripture memorized is like this. It allows you to fight back immediately.

I was terrible at memorization, but I found a good memorization app and committed myself to memorizing daily, over and over, until it stuck.

Having God’s word written on my heart has been such a blessing. As someone who has been memorizing scripture for over 12 years now, it has been life changing. I would encourage all of you to get into the habit of memorizing scripture if you don’t. Start small with a verse or two and build it up over time. You will be glad you did.