I'll be honest. There are days I still don't fully know what my calling is. And I've been thinking about this stuff for years. Some men seem to know. Their thing, their lane, their reason for getting up. I've watched them and wondered what that must feel like. I didn't have that clarity for a long time. I was good at things that left me empty and drawn to things I wasn't sure I deserved to pursue. That gap – between what you do and what you feel made for – is a quietly exhausting place to live. What helped me wasn't a personality test or a five-year plan. It was a parable. Matthew 25. The talents. One man gets five, another gets two, another one. God doesn't distribute equally — He distributes intentionally. And the story doesn't judge the man who got one instead of five. It grieves the man who got one and buried it out of fear. That landed hard for me. Because I think most of us aren't talentless. We're just scared. Scared it won't be enough. Scared of what people will think. Scared of trying and finding out the thing we hoped for isn't actually ours. I'm still figuring this out. But these three questions have helped me more than anything else: What did you love before life told you to be realistic? What problem makes you genuinely angry that nobody is addressing? What do you do where you completely lose track of time? No right answers. Just honest ones. Don't bury it. Seb

This weekend I'm setting aside some time to pray. And I want to pray for you specifically, not in a vague "God bless everyone" kind of way, but actually bringing your name and your situation before Him. So tell me, what's going on? What do you need prayer for right now? Drop it below. I've got you. Seb