Living From Victory - Sunday Morning Reflections

There was no hesitation getting ready this morning.
No dragging my feet. No inner resistance.

Just a steady yes to the call. A quiet rising from within.

I’m no longer striving for victory — I’m learning to live from it.

It’s a shift I can feel deep in my bones. A shift from performing to abiding, from proving to receiving, from fear to faith.

This journey I’m on… it’s been messy. Beautiful. Stretching. There have been days I wanted to give up.

But grace kept showing up anyway—sometimes loud, sometimes soft—reminding me: the joy of the Lord is my strength.

Even when joy feels like a flicker, even when the waiting is long or the healing is slow—He is faithful.

And slowly, steadily, the fruit of the Spirit is growing in me. Love. Joy. Peace. Patience. Kindness. Goodness. Faithfulness. Gentleness. Self-control.

Not always loud or obvious, but quietly taking root in the soil of surrender.

This is more than a Sunday rhythm. It’s the rewiring of my heart. And I’m grateful. So very grateful.
Because this journey? It’s leading me home.

I am walking in grace.
I am living from victory.
The Spirit within me is growing fruit that will last.
I am not behind—I’m becoming.
And today, that is more than enough.