There’s something about quiet mornings that makes the soul honest. The world hasn’t fully woken up yet, the kettle is humming softly in the kitchen, the sky is still deciding whether it wants to be blue or purple, and for a brief moment, there’s peace. No emails. No school rush. No one is asking what’s for breakfast: just me, the lingering smell of coffee, and the familiar ache of reflection.
It was one of those mornings a few weeks ago. I sat at the dining table, my journal open and my heart soft. I was thinking about life… how it changes without warning, how joy and grief can exist in the exact moment, how one day you feel strong enough to conquer mountains and the next you’re Googling “Can adults run away from home without consequences?” I laughed to myself, and then I cried. Because I remembered a time I didn’t think I’d make it to mornings like these.
There were days when anxiety was a constant companion, and depression was a heaviness I couldn’t shake. There were days when breathing felt like a task I wasn’t sure I wanted to bother with any longer, and when hope felt like a long-lost friend. I didn’t know how to stand anymore. I knew Scripture, but my heart couldn’t catch up. I was tired, numb, and ashamed for feeling that way as a Christian. Shouldn’t faith make me unshakeable? Shouldn’t prayer fix this?
During that time… I was still held, not by my strength, not by my performance and not even by my faith. I was held by a Person, Jesus, who refused to let go.
I remember one night in particular. I was sitting on the floor beside my bed, unable to pray anything eloquent. All I could whisper was, “Help.” No prayer points. No worship playlist. Just a desperate plea. And the answer was His presence. It came not with fireworks or goose bumps but with a still small voice that said, “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
I’ve realised since then that the foundation of my life isn’t my ability to hold on to God but His ability to hold on to me. And boy did He hold me. He still does.
For no other foundation can anyone lay than that which is laid, which is Jesus Christ. ~ 1 Corinthians 3:11 (NKJV)
“And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, who will never leave you. He is the Holy Spirit, who leads into all truth. The world cannot receive Him, because it isn’t looking for Him and doesn’t recognise Him. But you know Him, because He lives with you now, and later will be in you. ” ~ John 14:16-17 (NLT)
If Jesus is my foundation, the Holy Spirit is my daily breath. He is not a mist, a force, or a theological concept. He is a Person. A gentle, strong, and deeply loving person. He is my Guide when I don’t know which way to go. When paths fork and both directions look right (or both look wrong), He nudges me onto the right path. He closes good doors to make room for better ones, and when I mistake a cliff for a doorway, He is merciful enough to let me look again.
He is my Teacher when I don’t understand what God is doing. He translates Scripture into my day-to-day until I can see how obedience looks at school pick-up, in staff meetings, and in the quiet moments between emails. He tutors my heart in the dialect of heaven. He is firm where I need it and tender where I’m raw.
He is my Comforter when my heart is breaking quietly in places no one sees. He doesn’t rush grief or shame it. He sits with it, untangles it, and then lifts me, bit by bit. He is my warm light when rooms or people feel cold, and He is the arm around my shoulders when words fail.
He is my Constant Companion. He doesn’t roll His eyes at my repeat lessons. He walks at my pace, yet never leaves me where He found me. The Holy Spirit is the Friend who makes me brave enough to try again and humble enough to learn again. His work in my life is precious because it is personal. He doesn’t treat me like a project; He treats me like a daughter. And the more I trust His presence, the less I fear the unknown, because the Unknown is never empty… He is there. His presence is everything to me, and I love Him. Deeply.
And it is because of the Holy Spirit that my heart can truly recognise and rest on Jesus as the foundation beneath my feet. His gentle guidance doesn’t replace Christ; it constantly leads me back to Him. The more He comforts, teaches, and corrects me, the more I discover that every part of my life must be built on Jesus, His love, His prayers, His authority. So, today, I reflect on three reasons why Christ is not just my Saviour, but my sure foundation.
Because His love is not based on my perfection, but His passion
Jesus doesn’t love me because I always get it right; He loves me because love is who He is. His passion for me is not seasonal or superficial; it is deep enough to endure betrayal, thorns, nails, and silence on a cross. When I fail, His love doesn’t withdraw. When I succeed, His love doesn’t become performance-based applause. It is steady, consistent, and deeply committed. That kind of love removes fear, because I no longer build my life on my behaviour; I make it on His heart. That is a foundation strong enough to weather any storm.
Because He prays for me when I don’t have words
Hebrews 7:25 says Jesus “lives to make intercession” for us. Imagine that! Jesus prays for me, and for you. While I sleep. While I panic. While I doubt. I picture Him before the Father saying, “She’s Mine. Strengthen her. Cover her. Don’t let her faith fail.” His prayers are perfect when mine are broken. His voice speaks my name when mine can only whisper. That truth anchors me, and I hope it will anchor you as well. How can we fall entirely when the One we stand on is praying us through?
Because His authority lives in me
I am not a weak, helpless wanderer on this earth. I carry the authority of Christ. The same Spirit who raised Jesus from the dead lives in me, not as an idea, but as power, identity, and permission to walk boldly. His authority empowers me to say no to darkness, to choose forgiveness over bitterness, truth over comfort, obedience over applause. It means I am not fighting for victory; I’m fighting from it. I don’t have to impress God; I get to please Him with the strength He provides. That is the foundation we stand on, friend.
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When I look back at the mornings I felt fragile and the nights that stretched longer than they should have, I don’t see a record of my resilience. I see a testimony of a Foundation that did not move and a Companion who did not leave.
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. I don’t know what trials will come or what surprises will arrive. But I know the ground beneath me and the breath within me. I know the Rock, and I know the Friend. At the end of the day, I’m just a little girl, leaning back into the arms of a beautiful Father, steady, smiling, and strong. That is enough. That is everything. That is my gratitude today. I pray it stirs gratitude within you.
