The Narrow Way

God is moving.
Doors are opening.
Influence is growing.
The prayers I whispered in private are showing up in public now.

But I’ve made up my mind…
I will not touch His glory.

Because I know who I was when nobody saw me.
I know who I was when the tears soaked the pillow.
I know how many times He carried me when I couldn’t even speak.
So now that the light is starting to shine,
Let it shine on Him.

This oil came with a cost.
And I’m not here to build my name, I’m here to lift His.

John 3:30 says,
“He must increase, but I must decrease.”

And that’s not about false humility.
That’s about true alignment.

I don’t want to be the center of the story, I want to be the reflection of His goodness.
Because if people see me but don’t encounter Him, I’ve missed the assignment.
If they applaud my gifts but miss His grace, I’ve missed the point.
If I build a platform and forget the posture, what was it for?

God doesn’t mind promotion… He just wants to know He still has your heart.

So even as He expands your influence, elevates your voice, multiplies your reach, you stay low.

Keep your ear to His chest.
Keep your feet at His altar.
Keep your motives at the cross.
Because the safest place to carry glory is from your knees.

Humility doesn’t mean I downplay what God’s doing.
It means I anchor it in worship.
It means I tell the truth:
“If it wasn’t for Jesus, I wouldn’t even be here.”

And I say it not because it sounds good,
But because it’s still true.

So when they ask, “How did you get here?”
I’ll answer with reverence:
“I bled in private. I bowed in silence. I broke in the wilderness. But Jesus, Jesus carried me here.”

It was never my strength.
Never my strategy.
Never my gift.

It was always His glory.

So I’ll walk through the open doors,
I’ll carry the mantle,
I’ll speak the word,
I’ll shine the light…
But I’ll make sure everyone knows where the light comes from.

Not mine.
His.

Because I don’t want the spotlight if He’s not standing in it with me.
I don’t want the success if it separates me from surrender.
I don’t want the crowd if I can’t carry the cross.

So God, as You raise me… keep me humble.
As You trust me… keep me pure.
As You use me… remind me it’s not about me.
It’s always been You.