This is where faith leaves footprints.

Where promises are planted long before they bloom.

Where I take God at His word — not because I see it, but because He said it.

Years ago, the Lord spoke very clearly to me that He would heal my son.

Before the evidence, before the breakthrough, He told me to document — to timestamp the moments of faith, so when the mountain moves, there would be a record of His glory.

This space is that altar.

A chronicle of belief before sight.

A gathering place for those who dare to stand in the in-between — between the word spoken and the word fulfilled.

If your faith feels small, remember — a mustard seed is all it takes to move mountains.

Here, we watch them move.