Today I am marked with ashes.
Not as a sign of weakness.
Not as a symbol of shame.
But as a reminder.
From dust I came.
To dust I will return.
And everything in between belongs to God.
Ash Wednesday feels like a quiet surrender.
A holy reset.
A divine interruption to my distractions.
I have been praying for new things.
New doors.
New levels.
New fruit.
But today, God whispered:
“Are you prepared to carry what you’re asking Me to birth?”
Because birthing requires discipline.
Birthing requires fasting.
Birthing requires pruning.
And sometimes what feels like emptiness…
Is actually preparation.