Ryan Bailey
David got the note from his manager in writing: three accounts had slipped, and the tone underneath the bullet points was unmistakably disappointed. His first instinct wasn’t to fix the accounts. It was to disappear from every group thread until the feeling passed, to let a full day go by before responding to anything with…
Elena’s partners at the firm call her “the closer.” Her associates call her “relentless.” Her calendar this week calls her “unavailable before 6 PM.” None of those are wrong, exactly — she earned every one of them over fourteen years. But standing at her office window at 6:45 AM, coffee going cold in her hand,…
Marcus runs a nine-person accounting practice, and by 7 AM he’s already scanned five client email threads and glanced at yesterday’s invoicing report, filing both away without a second thought. This morning he opened his Bible app with the same reflex — eyes moving fast, hunting for the one line worth remembering — and got…
Priya stood in the elevator at 7:40 AM, the fourth floor of her own building, running through the funding update she’d give her board in twenty minutes. The doors opened, then closed again — someone else’s floor — and in that extra thirty seconds of stillness, calendar-brain took over completely. Sixteen more meetings sat stacked…
There is a word Paul says a Spirit-filled believer actually cries out, not just believes: Abba. Not a title you’d use for a supervisor, a board chair, or a client — not language built for a relationship you have to keep earning. It’s the word a toddler uses reaching up in the dark, certain of…
Not the family devotion. Not the vacation. The ten minutes in the car on the Saturday errand. That is where Deuteronomy 6 lives. Discipleship happens by the way.
Ninety percent of the eating turnaround happened when I stopped medicating stress with food. Ten percent would not move — no matter how disciplined I got. That last ten percent was not spiritual sin. It was biology I could not out-repent. God finishes what He starts.
David got the note from his regional director in writing: three accounts had slipped, and the tone underneath the bullet points was unmistakably disappointed. His first instinct wasn’t to fix the accounts. It was to disappear from every group thread until the feeling passed, to let a full day go by before responding to anything…
9:47pm Thursday. Laptop still open. The last productive hour ended at 7. What you are producing now is anxiety in the shape of work. Psalm 127:2 is not scolding. It is the Father telling you what He gives to the beloved while they sleep.
You have a Jethro moment on your calendar this Wednesday. A task you are still doing that someone in your organization could do — better, sooner, and with more ownership. Exodus 18 says the load will crush you and them. God did not design you to carry alone.