There’s a quote I keep coming back to: “A Bible that is falling apart tends to belong to someone who isn’t.”

It made me think about my own relationship with religion. For a long time, I asked God for guidance, signs, and answers, expecting them instantly. I treated faith like a magic genie. I wanted clarity and direction without putting in the work.

Life has been chaotic lately, but in the best possible way. Amid the whirlwind, I started noticing subtle shifts, especially in the people I spend time with. My friend group changed. I was surrounding myself with people who were growing, striving for more, and refusing to settle. Seeing that reflected back made me realize how stuck I had been. Last year left me drained, living in patterns that weren’t serving me.

But this year I wanted things to be different. And I knew that in order for that to happen, I’d have to move differently.

We all get stuck sometimes, paralyzed by fear or doubt, unsure whether to move or stay put. Comfort feels safe, but it doesn’t move you forward. This applies to work, relationships, friendships, and life in general.

For me, connecting with a higher power has been essential. It’s not about perfection or following a rulebook. It’s about noticing the patterns in my life, paying attention, and being willing to take a leap even when I cannot see the whole path. One of my favorite verses captures this perfectly:

“But there are some things that you cannot be sure of. You must take a chance. If you wait for perfect weather, you will never plant your seeds. If you are afraid that every cloud will bring rain, you will never harvest your crops.”

Ecclesiastes 11:4

Sometimes faith is about action, not certainty. It is about moving when your heart tells you to move, even if it feels risky.

Last year, I was in a very different place. I was binge drinking, clinging to dead relationships, and trying to maintain friendships and connections that weren’t serving me. This year, I wanted things to feel different, and I knew I had to move differently.

So I did. And doors started opening.

It’s easy to cling to what’s familiar, but that won’t get you anywhere. Sometimes you have to dive in, sink or swim, and trust that you are capable of handling whatever comes next. Playing it safe will never get you closer to growth or clarity.

This isn’t a sermon. It’s a reflection on faith, life, and trusting yourself. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be present and willing to do the work. That is enough.

Trust the process. Trust yourself. Move differently.