Some mornings I open my Bible and feel nothing.

No warmth. No great insight. Just words on a page and a toddler yelling from the other room.

I used to think that meant something was wrong with me.

Now I think that's just what faithfulness looks like sometimes. You show up anyway. You read anyway. You pray anyway.

Feelings are not the engine. Obedience is.

The feelings catch up. They always do.