Cornelius Bennett

My beautiful daughter Natalie who turns 6 years old tomorrow! let's wish her a Happy Birthday 🎂

Here’s the devotional again — now complete with a Bible verse that fits the message perfectly and lifts the whole thing up. When Hope Grows Louder Scripture: “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” — 2 Corinthians 12:9 (NIV) There are seasons when your body starts sending signals you can’t ignore. Something feels different. Something feels off. And before anyone else notices, you sense the shift. It’s easy in those moments to let fear take the lead — to wonder what’s happening, why it’s happening, and what comes next. But here’s what I’ve learned: Even when your body changes, God does not. He is steady when you feel unsteady. He is strong when you feel weak. He is present when you feel unsure. Sometimes God allows the body to whisper so the soul can lean in closer. Not because He’s forgotten you, but because He’s preparing you — strengthening you in ways you didn’t know you needed. There came a point in my own journey when I couldn’t pretend everything was fine. My strength shifted. My abilities shifted. My normal shifted. And when life starts changing faster than you can understand, it’s easy to feel like hope is slipping through your fingers. But God has a way of sending reminders right when you need them most — a breakthrough, a word of encouragement, a moment of clarity, a spark of hope. And hope, even when it starts small, has a way of growing into something powerful. Hope doesn’t deny reality — it declares that reality doesn’t get the final say. So if you’re facing something today that feels bigger than you… If your body is changing… If your life is shifting… If you’re walking through something you never asked for… Hear this: You are not alone. God is not finished. And there is more ahead than what you’ve lost behind. Hold on to hope. Guard it. Feed it. Let it grow. Because the same God who brings breakthroughs in one place can bring breakthroughs everywhere. And I believe — deeply — that one day we will see a cure for every form of ALS. Until then, we keep going. With faith. With courage. With hope that refuses to quit.

My father passed away at 5am today. I am broken. He lived to 97