WellnessByRuby

    I have recently been studying the Book of Nehemiah, and even though we’ve only read the first few chapters, I feel like I’ve already learnt so much. There have been so many important messages to take away from it- moments where I have really felt God speaking directly to my own heart. Today I want to share one of those moments with you. So first, a bit of context. Nehemiah was an Israelite serving as cupbearer to King Artaxerxes of Persia, a position that meant he lived far from Jerusalem but carried significant responsibility and trust. When he heard that the walls of Jerusalem were broken down and the gates destroyed, his heart was moved. He prayed, he fasted, and eventually he asked the king for permission to return and rebuild the city. Miraculously, the king agreed and even supported his mission. By the time we reach chapter three, Nehemiah is finally carrying out what he had prayed for and asked the king to let him do.But what stands out to me isn’t just the rebuild...

  Mission has been on my heart for the longest time, even before I became a Christian. I know, that sounds strange. You might be thinking, “How can someone feel called to mission before even knowing Jesus?” And honestly, a part of me hesitates to say it out loud because I know it might ruffle a few feathers. But it’s true. When we talk about “mission,” we often think instantly of spreading God’s Word, preaching, evangelising, travelling to new places, or serving in the church. And yes, mission includes those things,  but it also starts much deeper. Mission begins with a sense of calling. A desire to serve. A longing to help others. A feeling that your life is meant to be poured out for something greater than yourself. And that desire has been burning inside me for years. Even before I knew Jesus, before I understood faith or grace or salvation, I had this deep ache to help people. I didn’t know where it came from. I didn’t know why it mattered so much. I just knew that I fel...

 Lately, I’ve felt the Lord calling me into a new season - one that feels unfamiliar, daunting, and yet deeply filled with His peace. Transitions are never easy. They often come with uncertainty, waiting, and questions about what’s next. But I’ve learned that these are also the moments where faith becomes more than words ,it becomes trust in action. In this season, I’m learning to slow down, listen, and let go of the need to have everything figured out. God keeps reminding me that He doesn’t ask for my perfection - just my obedience and my willingness to trust Him one step at a time. There are days when I still feel unsure. But instead of striving for control, I’m choosing to surrender. I’m spending more time in prayer, reading Scripture, and surrounding myself with community that encourages me to keep my eyes on Jesus. One verse that has been anchoring me lately is Proverbs 3:5–6 : “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways...