01/19/2026
Dr. King didn’t power through his breaking point. He stopped.
January 1956. Death threats were constant. One night, exhausted and afraid, he sat at his kitchen table with a cup of coffee and prayed: “Lord, I am at the end of my powers. I have nothing left. I can’t face it alone.”
And God met him there.
That moment became the foundation for everything that followed. Not because he pushed harder. But because he surrendered.
Grace over grind isn’t weakness. Sometimes it’s the only way forward.
Happy MLK Day. 🤍