ACTUALIZACIÓN DE MINISTERIO

I thought this was going to be a seven-day rhythm. Study, journal, reflect, repeat. Instead, life showed up loud, emotional, hormonal, messy, and unpredictable. I didn’t stop believing. I didn’t walk away from God. I just got knocked sideways for a bit. Some days it wasn’t theology pulling me off track, it was anxiety. Other days it was relationships that drain instead of build. Some nights it was my body reminding me that pregnancy is not poetic, it’s physical. And still, so

The river runs dry when study stops. Thought becomes shallow and the well, not one drop. The mind needs to flex, the fascia to stretch, to keep the voice of my flesh at rest. I can write this today after catching myself, because He formed the habit of return in me. Study is not discipline alone, it is how I remember where my life comes from.

I am struggling. Don’t worry. Franklin is fine. I am fine. Actually, I am better than ever. 2026 feels full of promise. So much growth. So many ideas. So much becoming. And yet, I am struggling. I have an anxiety disorder triggered by pregnancy, by the extra blood running through my body, by blood sugar drops in the middle of the night. When it happens, it feels like a panic attack. But it isn’t danger. It is chemistry. It is my body doing the hard work of sustaining life. Mo