There’s a moment in Mark where Jesus and the disciples pass by the fig tree He cursed the day before. It’s dead—withered from the roots up. What Jesus said had come to pass. No fanfare. No explanation. Just evidence.
And here’s the hard truth: when God declares something dead, I don’t get to go back hoping it still holds life.
There are things I’ve tried to resuscitate—old patterns, past identities, ways of thinking that no longer serve the man I’m becoming.
But Jesus makes it clear: if it’s dead, let it go. Don’t build a shrine around it. Don’t spiritualize its staying power. Move on.
Jesus doesn’t just call us to release. He calls us to bold faith. Mountain-moving faith. The kind that prays with fire and walks away knowing the answer is already in motion. That’s not optimism. That’s Kingdom living.
I pray.
I believe.
I speak life.
And I trust that the God who saves us is still writing the story.
There are days I don’t feel strong. Days I don’t feel full of faith. But I still show up. Because belief isn’t about perfection—it’s about posture. And today, my posture is this:
I believe.
I believe the mountain will move.
I believe joy is coming back.
I believe God is in it—even if I can’t feel it yet.
So I’ll keep walking like the prayer is already answered.
Because Jesus said it would be.
Mark 11:22
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