"When Good Things Become False Gods"
I remember the season clearly—not because it was dramatic, but because it wasn't. On the outside, everything looked right. I was serving. Showing up. Doing what I believed God had asked me to do. If someone had asked me how things were going, I would say, "Good. Busy, but good." And in many ways, that was true. I hadn't walked away from God. I hadn't abandoned my faith. I was still doing good things—things that mattered, things that helped people, things that looked like obedience. But inside, something felt… off. Not wrong enough to alarm me. Just heavy enough to notice. Just quiet enough to ignore. I told myself it was just a tired season. That faith sometimes feels like work. That obedience doesn't always come with feelings of joy. So I kept going. I kept serving because God hadn't clearly said stop. I kept saying yes because I didn't want to miss Him. I kept moving because slowing down felt irresponsible—almost unfaithful. Yet slowly, without reali...