How many times have I wished for a rewind button? Those cringeworthy decisions, the moments that still made my stomach knot – they lingered like shadows. That night, tossing and turning, I pleaded, "God, let me go back, I'd change everything!" But a quiet truth settled in: would I really?

Trust: a verb, not just a word. God demands action, not mere belief. We crave understanding, but He calls for quiet trust. His plans, though unseen, are for our good. "Despite what it looks like, despite what it feels like," trust His unwavering promise.

Pressed. Like olives crushed to release their oil, we, too, are pressed. It's the squeezing out of our sinful nature, the refining fire that separates our brokenness from the pure spirit within. This pressure, though uncomfortable, reveals our true potential and God-given purpose.

The new year beckons, but with a serious call: return your hearts to the Lord. We've built idols—not golden calves, but distractions, misplaced priorities, anything we elevate above God. Like the Philistines who dishonored the Ark, we invite devastation when we stray from His path.