The Narrow Way

There’s a kind of strength the world doesn’t celebrate.
A kind of power that doesn’t come with applause.
It’s not loud.
It’s not flashy.
It’s not trending.
But it’s holy.

It’s called faithfulness.

Not the kind that shows off.
The kind that shows up.

The kind that prays before the sun rises.
The kind that forgives when no one says sorry.
The kind that serves when no one says thank you.
The kind that doesn’t chase recognition, just wants to be found faithful.

Because here’s the truth:
Heaven honors what the world overlooks.

Luke 16:10 says,
“Whoever is faithful with little will also be faithful with much…”

That means every small act counts.
Every quiet yes.
Every hidden moment of surrender.
Every unseen tear.

God keeps record of it all.

And sometimes the loudest worship is done without a microphone.
Sometimes the biggest battles are fought on your knees in secret.
Sometimes the most powerful sermons are lived out in silence, through consistency, through integrity, through quiet obedience.

You don’t have to post it to prove it.
You don’t have to announce it to validate it.
You just have to keep walking.

Keep loving.
Keep sowing.
Keep showing up to what He called you to… whether or not they see you, like you, or remember your name.

Because God never forgets the faithful.

The faithful ones are the ones He can trust with legacy.
The faithful ones are the ones He uses to shift generations.
The faithful ones are the ones who build altars in hidden places and birth movements heaven will bless.

Don’t underestimate your rhythm.
That steady yes.
That quiet trust.
That secret place obedience.

It’s doing more than you think.
It’s shifting things in the spirit.
It’s planting seeds that will bloom in someone else’s lifetime.

And one day, when you stand before Him,
You won’t hear, “Wow, you were impressive.”
You’ll hear,
“Well done, good and faithful servant.”

That’s the real reward.
That’s what I’m living for.
Not the stage.
Not the status.
Not the spotlight.

But the smile of God.

So no, I may not always be loud.
But I’m still standing.
Still sowing.
Still staying.

Because the quiet ones win too.
And their crown shines just as bright.