Hard Fought hallelujah: Coming Home to God

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MAY IT MEET YOU IN YOUR HALELUYAH.
Title: A Hard-Fought Hallelujah: Coming Home to God

There’s a moment when your hallelujah isn’t soft or sweet — it’s hard-fought. It's wrung out from the depths of pain, confusion, surrender, and relentless pursuit of intimacy with God. It's not always the shout from a mountaintop but the whisper from a wilderness. And yet, it is no less holy. If anything, it is more.

We are all being called — to palaces, to quiet places, to motherhood, to nations, to waiting rooms, to marriages, to singleness, to altars in private. But no matter where, God cares most that we don’t lose our private intimacy with Him.

When it’s hard, we fight for it.

We fight until we can raise our hands not just in performance or obligation but in honest surrender.

We fight for that hallelujah.

We fight until the song in our spirit outweighs the ache in our chest.

Because home isn’t in the approval of others, or the fulfillment of every dream.

Home is God.

Married or single.

With children or waiting.

Public or hidden.

Home is God.

He made us. He named us. All the other titles — wife, mother, leader, creative, called — they’re beautiful, but secondary. First, we are His. First, I am His. His child.

And the incredible, indescribable beauty of God is that when He deals with me, He sees me as His child first. Not as the world sees me. Not as my family sees me. But as He sees me.

And when I remember that — when I sit in that truth — it's not hard to come home. Because home is where I am known and still wanted. Where I’m not expected to perform, but to be. Where He restores, revives, and rebuilds me.

So I will keep coming back home.

To the God who loves me as I am, but never leaves me there.

To the God whose voice stills every storm.

To the God who knows every crack in my heart and calls it beautiful.

To the God who fights with me, for me, and through me.

This is my Hard-Fought Hallelujah.

And this hallelujah will echo through my home, my marriage, my calling, my broken places, and my becoming.

Let the world call me many things, but let Heaven know me as His.

Because I am His. And He is home.


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