Most people only see the first half of that sentence — the “quit your job” part. They think freedom, excitement, passion. But they don’t see the second half — the struggle, the nights staring at the ceiling wondering if you made the biggest mistake of your life. I did. I traded office meetings for long days grinding coffee, washing dishes, and learning how to smile even when the shop was empty. There were mornings I questioned everything. Afternoons when I thought, “Maybe everyone who doubted me

Has church become more about performance than God?⛪️

God moves when you move in faith.

Have you quiet quit on God?