MerlinBernetWrites

Hey! We are so glad you are here, and let’s jump into the topic of being present to be in the Presence. For a season, I struggled deeply with being present. I could be physically in a room, but my mind was far away—stuck replaying the past or wandering into imagined futures. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Don’t we all drift like that? But gradually, I realized something important: these mental wanderings were keeping me blind to the presence of God. God reveals Himself as “I AM WHO I AM” —the God who is here right now. His presence is constant, steady, unchanging. It is our awareness that slips, not His nearness. And when our thoughts are swallowed up by yesterday’s wounds or tomorrow’s worries, we miss the gentle, faithful presence of the One who is with us in this very moment. Being present is not just a mental discipline—it’s a spiritual doorway. When we return our attention to the now, we return our attention to God. This is what began to reshape my walk with Him. I started ...

                                                                                                                 The Spirit of God is our helper — our faithful friend — and she is the one who helps us see beyond what we believe is our breaking point. While the world tells us to push past our limits, the Spirit gently says, “Look beyond that place in your heart. Look beyond yourself.” Through her eyes, we see more than what we know. The Spirit of God becomes the lens that brings clarity and truth into our view. She leads… She leads us into pleasant places. Psalm 16:6 (TPT) “Your pleasant path leads me to pleasant places. I’m overwhelmed by the privileges that come with following you!” The truth is, wh...

You become what you worship is a phrase often used by Bill Johnson in his teachings, and I certainly have seen it become true in people’s lives. The awe you feel toward someone or something will, in time, lead you into wonder and wonder isn’t passive—it draws you in. It invites you to get close, to observe, to participate. Eventually, it asks for transformation. I’ve always carried a quiet awe for a few women in my life.  Back in my teenage years, I might’ve seen them as ordinary or out of touch , not trendy or loud enough to catch attention. But now, I see them for who they truly are: wise . They don’t speak just to fill silence—they speak only after listening to the Spirit. Once soft and uncertain, they’ve grown into women of deep strength and unshakable values. I’m in awe of them. From how they carry themselves with quiet dignity to the way their words carry weight without needing volume— not a day goes by that I don’t think of the women whose shoulders I now stand on. They’v...

  So… I’m starting a new series here called “God Stories.”  Think of it as my way of sharing the crazy, surprising, and wonderful ways God showed up in our lives.     I got married three months ago. My husband and I honestly saw God’s hand everywhere—from how the proposal came together to the tiniest details of the wedding prep. There are so many stories I could tell, but here’s one that still makes me smile every time I think about it. When we were venue-hunting in Chennai, I had one very specific dream: a wedding by the beach with a lawn. Basically, I wanted to see the waves without sinking into the sand. Sounds picky, right? But somehow, we actually found a place that was exactly what I wanted.I was over the moon once it was booked. Fast forward to two months before the wedding.I visited the venue with my décor team around 4:30 p.m.—the same time we planned to hold the ceremony. And guess what? Instead of the soothing sound of waves, I was hit with blaring music a...

Language and words may be the greatest gifts we can offer ourselves. At 28, I find myself torn between gratitude for discovering this insight relatively early and a quiet regret that it took so long—because I know my childhood and adolescence could have been much different had I used the right language to name my emotions. This realization stands as one of my most necessary lessons, one I am deeply grateful to have learned from my mentors. I was raised in a household, much like many Indian families, where processing emotions was not a thing (though thankfully, that is gradually changing). Yet, by grace, I have been guided to essential lessons, and among the most important is the power of naming my emotions. This simple act has been life-changing. We, as humans, feel a sea of emotions. It could be a long, long list—curiosity, awe, wonder, exhaustion, resentment, and so on—but most of the time, we tend to put them into just two or three buckets. It’s either “I’m happy,” “I’m sad,” or “I’...

when nothing around me bends toward changes.. when the world stays still and favors none of my plans,   I look inward, really look! so much has shifted inside me, in that most holy room where the living God lives. he's at work there, in the quiet and the dark, rearranging, schooling, refining. He does not rush the outside; he tends to my heart. Here's a temple inside the most holy place and God is there, working in the dark. not rewriting headlines, but rewriting me. new priorities. new dreams. new eyes. i am becoming someone i barely recognise. He is alive within that secret place, rivers start to rise there slow at first, then pouring rivers of life that carry goodness outward, making change from the inside until the world must follow.