
Is Your Faith Strong Enough? 7 Warning Signs You're Spiritually Drowning
You show up, you smile, you serve — but are you spiritually drowning? These 7 warning signs reveal what your busyness is hiding.
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You show up, you smile, you serve — but are you spiritually drowning? These 7 warning signs reveal what your busyness is hiding.

An honest review of The Power of Your Mind by Pastor Chris Oyakhilome: key lessons, chapter summaries, strengths, weaknesses and who should read it.
Kemi stood near the submission desk with her folder, aware of the glances still coming from a few people in the hallway. The leaked draft had not been forgotten. A couple of whispered comments floated past as she waited
“You look like you’re about to pass out,” he said. “You’ve been tense since yesterday. Maybe you’re coming down with something.”
The message was short, but sharp: a screenshot of her unfinished project draft that someone had somehow gotten hold of, followed by three laughing emojis and the caption, “Some people really thought they were ready.
No new message. No public challenge. No dramatic apology. The social undercurrent that had followed Maya and Jordan through nearly four weeks had simply grown quieter, as if the pressure itself had run out of new angles.
A short comment landed in one of the side chats before first period—aimed more at the atmosphere than at any single person, but clear enough.
Someone mentioned how “some people still talk like they’re above everything.” A short laugh followed. Tyler wasn’t even the one who said it this time, yet the undercurrent was still alive.
In another, someone else was getting attention for a leadership role in an upcoming school event. Nothing was directed at him, yet the familiar comparison still tried to rise.
The specialisation in the Word from the day before had sharpened something in both of them, but it also exposed a quieter question.
In history class the teacher announced an open discussion on leadership and influence. Students were expected to draw from any sources they found persuasive—philosophy, current events, personal experience.
By Wednesday morning it had company. A short video clip circulated in one of the side chats—someone exaggerating the “church kid” stance for laughs. Nothing directly aggressive, but the tone was clear enough.
The declaration from the day before had settled something, but it had also stirred an unexpected reaction in Jordan.
“It’s strange,” he said. “We finally stopped reacting. We stopped asking the same questions over and over. But now that the pressure feels lighter, part of me wonders what we’re supposed to do with the space. It’s easy t
“It’s still there,” Jordan said under his breath. “Not as loud as before, but it’s still trying to push in. I thought we were past this.”
“We’ve prayed about it,” he said. “We’ve spoken the Word over it. We’ve carried the Kingdom into the hallway. But nothing looks different yet. Part of me wants to keep asking God to handle it… again.”
One of the guys glanced at Jordan. “You should go for it. You’re smart enough. Better than just… studying and praying about everything.”
At lunch the contrast felt sharper. Conversations at nearby tables drifted toward stress, comparison, and the sense that no one could quite get ahead for long.
By mid-morning the difference was clearer. The essay still sat unfinished in her bag. Across the classroom Tyler’s group was quieter than usual, yet every occasional glance still carried weight.
The clear stand in the group chat had changed the temperature, but it had not removed every question.
A new message appeared in the class group chat—this time from one of Tyler’s friends. It was a screenshot of an old photo from a school event months earlier.
Saturday morning brought no new messages from Tyler. The silence had now lasted long enough to feel deliberate. Jordan noticed it first.
The group chat stayed quiet. Tyler kept his distance. The confrontation from earlier in the week had not reignited. On the surface, everything looked settled.
Tyler was already waiting when Maya and Jordan reached the library steps. Two other guys from the class stood with him. The air felt charged, the kind of quiet that comes right before something breaks.
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