Sometimes a song doesn’t just settle into the background of your day. It becomes a doorway.

I was driving, minding my own thoughts, when the line came through the speakers. Not dramatic, not even loud—just a reminder that what I have been given is “is gift of His great love.”

Zahara Zachary, I pray every human hears your talent and the song, “Stay”.

I wasn’t thinking about traffic, or errands, or anything practical. I was back in the heart-space where I first learned that I am invited, not because I earned it, but because I am wanted.

Jesus loves me big time. He loves you big time, as well. He had my spirit tied up in Psalm 5:7. 💜✝️💜

There is a point in every journey when you stop asking whether you are allowed to be there. When you stop apologizing for entering the room. When your head stops bowing from shame and starts bowing from reverence. That shift is subtle, but it changes everything.

I still haven’t written about purchasing a one year membership at One Nation Jiu-Jitsu – yesterday- but I know I belong there as much as anyone else.

The song is the bridge between where I was and where I’m going.

It reminded me of the girl I was at sixteen buying a sweater she didn’t think she deserved, and it reminded me of the woman I am now—walking into a dojo for a full year of training, not as an outsider, but as someone who belongs.

Same heartbeat. Different posture.

Love opens the door. But there comes a moment when love also hands you the key.

That’s Isaiah 22:22.

Not because you demand authority, but because you have learned to carry obedience differently. Because you understand the weight of what has been entrusted to you. Because you’ve walked through enough wilderness to know the difference between performance and calling.

This particular song illuminates what was already buried under the years: I enter by grace continue for His Good Purposes.

And maybe that’s the most beautiful thing…

Realizing I don’t just get to walk through the door.

I get to hold it open for others.

Thank you, Jesus. 💜✝️💜