The world is loud. Opinions, distractions, noise everywhere. But truth lives in the quiet. In solitude, away from the crowd, we hear what actually matters. Not the impulse of the moment. Not the instinct to react. But something deeper - intuition. The voice of the Holy Spirit guiding our steps, if we’re willing to listen.
God didn’t put us here to coast. We weren’t given gifts, talents, and one precious life just to numb ourselves from Thursday to Sunday, pretending to work in between. We’re here for something greater.
Our work is a form of worship. It’s how we serve. How we honor God. How we contribute to the world around us.
But here’s the paradox: we can’t control the outcome. We can only control what we bring. The Stoics understood this. Focus on what’s in our hands. Do our part with everything we’ve got—our five loaves and two fish—and let God multiply it. Surrender the results. Trust the process. That’s where peace lives.
Magic doesn’t happen in the familiar. It doesn’t happen in the safe routines we’ve built to avoid discomfort, but rather, when we step into the unknown, when we risk failure, when we choose growth over ease.
It happens when we’re in the arena, hands dirty and heart open. The struggle is the teacher. The discomfort is the doorway. The resistance reveals what’s real.
Comfort zones are beautiful prisons. They protect from pain, but they also block the very thing life is asking for.
Our calling isn’t out there. It’s in here. In the quiet. In the surrender . In the willingness to step outside what’s safe and trust that God is already there, guiding and supporting us.
Let’s do our work. Control what we can. Give what we have. God take care of the rest.
With heart,
Fernando Senna