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Only Liars Can’t Admit Abortion is Murder

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So here’s the TRUTH: if you cannot admit that abortion is murder, then you are either deceived, or you are willfully rebelling against God — plain and simple. And yes, I said murder. I don’t care what kind of soft, shiny, “healthcare” label the world wants to slap on it — abortion is the taking of an innocent life. A baby. A heartbeat. A soul knit by God.

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you.” – Jeremiah 1:5

People treat that verse like a sweet lullaby. But it’s not just poetic. It’s literal. God forms life in the womb. So if someone reaches into that sacred place and ends that life, how is that not murder?

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I’m sick of pretending this is a “gray area.” It’s not. It’s black and white. It’s life or death.

Prayer #1:
God, I need Your help because I’m so angry. I feel this fire in my bones and I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t want to be bitter, but I want to be bold. Teach me how to speak truth with love — not softness, but holiness. Please, help me use my anger righteously, not destructively. Amen.

I saw someone post today — “You’re not really pro-life if you don’t support welfare, open borders, and universal healthcare.” Are you KIDDING me? That is such a cheap trick. Like, sorry I don’t want babies murdered in the womb before we even talk about policy. Saving lives isn’t a political opinion, it’s a moral obligation.

I’m not going to sit here and debate economics with someone who’s okay with a child being torn apart in a womb. Priorities, people.

“Rescue those being led away to death; hold back those staggering toward slaughter.” – Proverbs 24:11

You know what really gets to me? The way Christians — people who claim to love Jesus — twist Scripture to justify this. They say, “Jesus didn’t talk about abortion.” No, but He did talk about loving the least of these. About protecting children. About not shedding innocent blood. He didn’t have to say the word “abortion” — the heart of God is obvious.

Prayer #2:
Jesus, I’m heartbroken at the compromise in the Church. Raise up a generation that fears You more than they fear backlash. Wake up the pastors who are too scared to lose their platform. Let them cry out for the unborn. Give us courage. Give us conviction. Give us clarity. Amen.

I keep asking myself — why are people so okay with this? How can they look at an ultrasound, see a heartbeat, see fingers and toes, and still say, “It’s a choice”? That’s not just blindness — that’s rebellion.

“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil.” – Isaiah 5:20

We’re living in those days right now. Where speaking up for the voiceless is “extreme,” but advocating for dismemberment is “compassion.” I feel like I’m screaming into the void. And yeah, maybe I sound harsh. But Jesus flipped tables, didn’t He? There’s a time for tenderness and a time for truth that cuts.

Prayer #3:
Father, give me a heart that breaks for what breaks Yours. Don’t let me grow numb. Don’t let me get cynical. Let me stay tender enough to care, but tough enough to stand. Let me weep for the babies and fight for them too. Keep me close to Your Spirit, always. Amen.

There are days I honestly wonder if I’m crazy. Because I watch people celebrate abortion like it’s a victory — popping champagne and clapping like they’ve done something noble. It makes me sick. I wish I could shake them and say, “Don’t you see what you’re cheering for? Death isn’t liberation. It’s loss.”

And yet, God reminds me — even the ones who support abortion were made in His image. That’s the hard part. Loving the people who support evil without compromising the truth.

“Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” – Romans 12:21

Sometimes I want to explode. But other times, I just want to cry. For the millions of children who never got to take their first breath. For the mothers who were lied to. For the Church that went silent.

Prayer #4:
God, I forgive the ones who mock the truth. I don’t understand their hearts, but You do. I trust You to be the Judge. Help me stay focused on obedience, not outcomes. I want to be faithful, not famous. I want to please You, not the world. Amen.

You know what I dream of? A day when abortion clinics are shut down — not by force, but because hearts are changed. A day when children are seen as blessings again, not burdens. A day when women are supported, not exploited by an industry that profits off their fear.

I know it sounds impossible. But with God, nothing is.

“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.” – Proverbs 31:8

And I will. Even if it costs me friends. Even if I’m misunderstood. Even if I’m called names. Because babies are worth it. Truth is worth it. God is worth it.

Prayer #5:
Jesus, keep using me. Even when I feel tired. Even when I feel alone. Let my words carry Your fire. Let my life reflect Your heart. And if I mess up — which I will — remind me that grace is still mine. But don’t let me back down. Make me a warrior for life. Amen.

This world may not listen. But I will speak. I will write. I will fight. Because silence is not an option.

So here’s the truth — and I will say it again:
Abortion is murder.
Life is sacred.
God is just.
And if that makes me a problem, so be it.

You ARE NOT Catholic if you support Abortion. You are Just EVIL!

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I’m angry. No, I’m furious. My heart is pounding and my hands are literally shaking as I write this. I can’t keep pretending like I’m okay when I see people—especially people in power—standing up, smiling, quoting Jesus on Sunday, and then turning around and supporting the murder of unborn babies on Monday. Enough is enough.

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Joe Biden. The man claims he’s Catholic. He crosses himself. He shows up to Mass. He talks about faith and compassion and unity. But he’s also one of the most vocal pro-abortion leaders we’ve ever had in this country. How do those two things go together? THEY DON’T.

“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness.” – Isaiah 5:20

How can you say you’re Christian—follower of Christ, lover of truth, defender of the innocent—and also believe in killing babies? How dare you twist Christianity into some feel-good political identity while standing for the legalized destruction of God’s creation?

Prayer #1:
Lord Jesus, give me the courage to speak truth even when the world hates it. Give me the fire of righteousness that You had when You overturned the tables in the temple. Let me stand unshaken against the hypocrisy around me. Amen.

I’m sick of this lukewarm Christianity that picks and chooses what parts of the Bible to follow like it’s some spiritual buffet. You don’t get to be pro-baby murder and still claim the name of Christ. You don’t. You can’t.

Jesus loved children. He said let them come to Him. He didn’t say, “Let the government fund their murder if it’s inconvenient.”

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you.” – Jeremiah 1:5

Life begins in the womb. That’s not just a religious opinion. That’s biology. That’s truth. That’s God’s Word. And yet here we are, in 2025, still debating whether babies are people. Still watching politicians pretend they’re men of faith while ignoring the most innocent among us.

I watched a clip of Biden the other day talking about how his Catholicism “guides his compassion.” And all I could think was—where is your compassion for the unborn? Where is your compassion for the voiceless? You show more sympathy for “women’s rights” than the right to life itself.

Prayer #2:
God, I’m overwhelmed by the lies being accepted as truth. Help me not grow weary in doing good. Help me be a voice for the voiceless, even when I’m mocked or silenced. Your justice is perfect. Give me strength to wait for it. Amen.

I know I sound harsh. But Jesus wasn’t soft when it came to hypocrisy. He hated it. He didn’t dance around the truth to keep the peace. He called the Pharisees vipers and whitewashed tombs. And today’s political “Christians” who support abortion are no different. You say you’re with Jesus, but you deny His Word.

“You shall not murder.” – Exodus 20:13

That commandment doesn’t come with a footnote: unless the baby is unwanted, inconvenient, or has Down syndrome. Murder is murder. The womb is supposed to be the safest place on earth—and yet it’s become a battlefield. And people like Biden, Kamala, and others are cheerleaders for that violence.

Prayer #3:
Father, break the hearts of those in power. Convict them. Bring them to repentance. Show them the horror of what they support and bring them into the light. Let no life be taken without Your justice rising up. Amen.

I was raised Catholic. I’ve read the Catechism. I’ve read the Bible. I’ve sat in pews listening to homilies about the dignity of life. You CANNOT be Catholic and pro-abortion. It’s a contradiction. It’s a lie. And I refuse to be silent about it just because it makes people uncomfortable.

I keep seeing people on Instagram putting crosses in their bios and then posting “shout your abortion” stories. That’s not Jesus. That’s not Christianity. That’s the enemy dressing up sin to look like empowerment.

“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind.” – Romans 12:2

I don’t want to be popular. I don’t want to be politically correct. I want to be faithful. I want to stand before God someday and hear “Well done.” And I won’t hear that if I stay silent while children are being sacrificed on the altar of choice.

And that’s what it is. Modern-day child sacrifice. Just like the Israelites who turned to Molech and let their babies burn, we have become a nation that sacrifices the innocent for convenience, careers, and comfort.

Prayer #4:
Jesus, wake up Your Church. Shake us out of apathy. Let us mourn for the babies. Let us rise up with holy rage and holy compassion. Let us be the hands that rescue and the voices that cry out. Amen.

If that makes me judgmental, so be it. I’m not here to coddle sin. I’m here to love truth. And sometimes love looks like confrontation. Sometimes love says, “You’re wrong.” If Joe Biden—or anyone—truly loved Christ, they’d repent of supporting abortion. They’d fall on their knees and beg for forgiveness.

“Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.” – Matthew 18:6

God is not mocked. There will be judgment. I feel it coming. And honestly, that terrifies me more for the people supporting abortion than for myself. Because when you stand before God, your political party won’t save you. Your reputation won’t save you. Your “Catholic” identity won’t save you.

Only Jesus will. And He doesn’t play games with fake faith.

Prayer #5:
God, I repent for the times I stayed silent. I repent for the moments I chose comfort over conviction. Use me. Use my anger, my voice, my faith, my tears—whatever You need. Just don’t let me waste my life being quiet in a world that’s dying. Amen.

I don’t hate Joe Biden as a person. I truly don’t. I pray for him. I pray he wakes up. I pray he encounters Jesus for real. But I do hate what he stands for. I hate the evil policies. I hate the deception. I hate that babies die while the world claps.

So no, you’re not Catholic if you support abortion. You’re not Christian. You’re not walking with Jesus. Because Jesus doesn’t kill babies. He heals, He loves, He saves.

And I will die on that hill.

Faith and Family: Why Christian Parents Should Think Twice About iPhones

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Lately, I’ve been feeling this heavy burden on my soul about the world our children are growing up in — especially when it comes to technology. As a 24-year-old Christian woman, and someone who hopes to be a mom one day, I can’t help but wonder: Are we really protecting our kids by giving them iPhones? Or are we handing them a door to temptation that can easily pull them away from God?

The temptation I’m most concerned about is pornography. It’s heartbreaking how this evil has crept into the lives of so many young people, and smartphones make it so accessible. I’ve been reading and listening to youth leaders talk about how this addiction is corrupting the hearts and minds of America’s youth. It’s so damaging because it distorts God’s beautiful design for sexuality and love.

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The Bible warns us clearly about guarding our hearts: “Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it” (Proverbs 4:23). I feel like handing a child an iPhone without serious safeguards can open their hearts to things they aren’t ready for — things that can cause deep spiritual harm.

I know many parents believe that giving kids phones helps them stay connected and safe. They rely on filters and monitoring apps. But no filter is perfect. The enemy is crafty, and kids can find ways around controls. And even with protections, the very presence of a smartphone tempts their curiosity and distracts their focus from God and real life.

Love sometimes means saying no, even when it’s hard or unpopular. Proverbs 22:6 says, “Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.” That means teaching them God’s ways and protecting them until they are strong enough to walk that path themselves. It’s about setting boundaries, not just freedoms.

It’s especially painful to think of Christian children who want to honor God but end up caught in the trap of pornography. The Bible reminds us in 1 Corinthians 10:13, “No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out.” But sometimes, the best “way out” is keeping them from being exposed to the temptation in the first place.

I pray for parents today who feel overwhelmed. I know this isn’t easy. The culture is pushing technology into our kids’ hands earlier and earlier. But I believe faith calls us to be different. To be a light in this dark world. To protect our children’s minds, hearts, and souls from what can destroy them.

Ephesians 6:12 tells us, “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.” Pornography and digital temptation are part of this spiritual battle. We can’t afford to be naïve.

I want to raise children who know their worth comes from Christ alone — not from likes, followers, or what they see on a screen. Psalm 139:14 says, “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful.” I want my future kids to know this deep truth, to walk in purity and confidence rooted in God’s love.

So maybe the loving choice for Christian parents is to delay giving iPhones, or to choose strict rules about their use. It might mean uncomfortable conversations and extra effort. But isn’t that what love calls us to? Paul reminds us in 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 that love is patient and kind, it does not envy or boast, it is not proud or rude. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. That sounds like what parenting should be.

10 iPhone Deeds that Lead You to The Devil

While the iPhone itself isn’t evil, the way we use it can either draw us closer to God or lead us away. It’s a tool that demands wisdom, discipline, and prayerful boundaries. May we seek God’s guidance daily to use technology in ways that honor Him, not open doors to the devil.

  1. Temptation Through Easy Access to Sin
    The iPhone gives instant access to pornography, inappropriate content, and worldly influences that can corrupt our hearts (James 1:14-15).
  2. Distracts From Prayer and Bible Study
    It’s easy to waste precious time scrolling, which steals moments that could be spent growing closer to God (Psalm 119:105).
  3. Feeds Pride and Comparison
    Social media often stokes envy and pride as we compare ourselves to others, tempting us to forget our identity in Christ (Galatians 6:4-5).
  4. Encourages Gossip and Judgment
    Texting and social media can spread harmful words, breaking the command to build others up (Ephesians 4:29).
  5. Promotes Instant Gratification
    The iPhone trains us to want everything quickly, which can fuel impatience and lack of self-control (Galatians 5:22-23).
  6. Erodes Real Relationships
    Face-to-face connection suffers, weakening God’s design for community and fellowship (Hebrews 10:24-25).
  7. Increases Anxiety and Fear
    Constant notifications can lead to worry and fear, distracting us from trusting God’s peace (Philippians 4:6-7).
  8. Blocks God’s Voice
    Noise from the phone drowns out God’s still, small voice when we fail to unplug and listen (1 Kings 19:11-12).
  9. Invites Idolatry
    When we depend more on our phones than on God, it becomes a form of idolatry (Exodus 20:3).
  10. Hinders Spiritual Growth
    Overuse can stunt our spiritual maturity by replacing God’s Word and fellowship with screens (2 Peter 3:18).

This isn’t about fear, but about faith. Faith that God’s ways are best, even when the world pulls us toward convenience or popularity. Faith that He will help us protect our children’s hearts.

I pray God will give parents courage to say no to the world’s temptations and yes to His holy path. That families will pray together, talk openly, and build strong foundations on Christ.

In the end, I trust God’s perfect design for family and love. The road may be hard, but His grace is sufficient. “The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me” (Psalm 28:7).

I want to be a mom who walks in that trust — who makes choices based on faith, not fear or cultural pressure. Who shields her children from what can destroy, while leading them to the One who saves.

Thank you, God, for your wisdom and mercy. Please help me prepare well for the day I get to raise children in your truth.

More Than Possessions: Finding God’s True Wealth Amidst Consumer Culture

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Tonight my heart feels pain as I reflect on how deeply materialism and greed have woven themselves into the fabric of American society. Everywhere I look—on social media, on TV, in conversations—it seems like the pursuit of more things, more money, and more status dominates the minds and hearts of people around me. It pains me because I see how this focus is slowly eroding the Christian values I cherish and strive to live by.

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Growing up in church, I remember the countless sermons warning us about the dangers of loving money. One verse always sticks with me: “For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.” (1 Timothy 6:10). It’s such a powerful reminder that greed doesn’t just affect our wallets—it can break our faith and shatter our souls.

What’s sad is that this love of money isn’t always obvious or malicious. Sometimes it’s subtle—a constant chase after the latest phone, the trendiest clothes, the biggest house. It’s easy to get caught up in it without even realizing it. I admit, I’ve felt that pull too. Social media bombards me with images of influencers flaunting their wealth and luxury, and I have to remind myself daily that my worth is not measured by what I own.

Jesus had a lot to say about this kind of attitude. I keep coming back to Matthew 6:19-21: “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven… For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” It’s convicting because it shows me that what I value most shapes where my heart truly lives. Am I storing up treasures in heaven, or am I distracted by fleeting earthly things?

I think about how much pressure there is to conform to this materialistic culture, especially as a young woman trying to build a career and life in this world. Advertisements tell me that buying this or that will bring happiness, success, or even acceptance. But deep down, I know that’s not true. Happiness built on things is like a sandcastle—beautiful but washed away by the next wave. Only God’s love is eternal and unchanging.

The Bible offers a different perspective—one that values generosity, contentment, and trust in God’s provision. Hebrews 13:5 says, “Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, ‘Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.’” What peace there is in that promise! It reminds me that I don’t need to cling to possessions or chase after more because God is always with me, providing exactly what I need.

Another passage that encourages me is Proverbs 11:28: “Those who trust in their riches will fall, but the righteous will thrive like a green leaf.” It warns against putting our trust in money and possessions, which are so fragile and temporary. Trusting in God, on the other hand, leads to true flourishing—spiritually and emotionally.

I see the effects of materialism and greed not just personally but in my community and church. Sometimes it causes division—people comparing themselves, competing, or even envying others. It makes me sad to think that something as shallow as possessions can steal the joy of fellowship and unity that Christ desires for us.

It also affects how we care for others. The Bible tells us in 1 John 3:17, “If anyone has material possessions and sees a brother or sister in need but has no pity on them, how can the love of God be in that person?” This challenges me to think about how much I’m really willing to give and share. Am I holding tightly to my things out of fear or greed, or am I generous like Jesus taught?

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by the contradiction between the world’s values and the kingdom values I want to live by. The world says, “Get rich, get famous, get ahead.” God’s Word says, “Serve others, be humble, love sacrificially.” How do I navigate that tension daily?

I remind myself that it’s not about rejecting all material things—they are gifts from God and can be used for His glory. But the heart behind owning and using them matters. Are my possessions serving me, or am I serving them? Luke 12:15 warns, “Watch out! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; life does not consist in an abundance of possessions.” That verse shakes me every time because it cuts through so much of our culture’s noise.

The way I think about money and stuff is a spiritual matter. Jesus taught that our hearts are where our treasure lies, so I want to ask God to help me have a heart like His—generous, content, and focused on eternal things.

I pray for wisdom to live simply in a world that screams for more. I pray for courage to say no to the temptation of greed and materialism, even when it feels like everyone else is chasing after those things. And I pray for compassion to care deeply about others and not let possessions blind me to their needs.

It’s encouraging to remember that I’m not alone in this struggle. So many believers are wrestling with the same issues. We can support each other, pray for each other, and keep pointing one another back to God’s Word—the only true source of lasting joy and fulfillment.

Tonight, as I close my laptop, I’m reminded of Jesus’ words in John 10:10: “I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” The “full life” Jesus offers isn’t measured by material wealth but by the richness of His love, grace, and peace. I want to pursue that fullness—not the empty promises of materialism.

May my heart always treasure God above all else. May I find joy in His presence, peace in His provision, and freedom from the chains of greed. I want to live a life that reflects His kingdom values, even when the world pulls me the other way.

The Final Word: Why the Bible Still Speaks Today

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Today, I found myself overwhelmed with gratitude as I opened my Bible—the living Word of God. It’s not just ink on paper. It is breath and truth, sharper than any two-edged sword (Hebrews 4:12), and it still speaks with clarity, authority, and compassion into every broken, confused, and distracted corner of our world.

There’s a lot of noise around us—so many opinions, ideologies, and distractions fighting for our attention. But in a world spinning ever faster into chaos and confusion, the Bible remains a steady voice. It is the voice of God. It doesn’t shift with cultural tides or bend to human preference. It stands. It convicts. It comforts. It corrects. And ultimately, it reigns as the final Word on all that is truly glorious.

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“The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.” – Isaiah 40:8

This morning, I sat in the quiet before sunrise, coffee in hand and Bible open, reading from John 1. The words leapt off the page: “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” My heart stirred. Jesus is not only the fulfillment of the written Word—He is the Word made flesh. And what God has spoken through Him will never pass away (Matthew 24:35). He alone defines truth, beauty, and what is worthy of praise.

The world, however, seems to be on a different path. So many are quick to dismiss the Bible as outdated, irrelevant, or intolerant. My heart aches for them. Not out of superiority—but out of sorrow. Because without the truth of God’s Word, how will they know the way to life? Jesus said, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me” (John 14:6). That’s not a suggestion. It’s a final word.

As believers, we cannot afford to be silent about this. We are called to be salt and light (Matthew 5:13–16). We must hold firm to the authority of Scripture in a world that desperately wants to rewrite truth. God’s Word isn’t just a good book—it is The Book, divinely inspired and profitable for teaching, rebuking, correcting, and training in righteousness (2 Timothy 3:16). It tells us what is glorious—what reflects the heart and holiness of our Creator.

When I look around and see what society now calls “glorious,” it grieves me. So often, it exalts pride, self-expression without boundaries, sexual immorality, greed, and rebellion against God’s order. But the Bible makes it clear: “Woe to those who call evil good and good evil” (Isaiah 5:20). What God calls sin is not a matter of personal interpretation or cultural evolution—it’s eternal truth. And truth has consequences.

This is where my heart becomes burdened for the lost—those who don’t believe, those who reject or ignore God’s Word. The Bible is not ambiguous about the fate of those who die without Christ. Hebrews 9:27 says, “It is appointed for man to die once, and after that comes judgment.” That is sobering. That is real. And while God is rich in mercy and slow to anger (Psalm 103:8), He is also just. There is a day coming when every knee will bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord (Philippians 2:10–11). For some, that day will be one of eternal joy. For others, one of eternal regret.

I don’t write these things from a place of condemnation. Lord knows, I too once wandered far from Him. But His Word found me. It cut through my sin, my pride, my pain, and called me home. His grace changed everything. That’s why I believe the Bible still speaks today. Because I am living proof of its power. It rescued me. It guides me. And it anchors me when the world tries to shake my foundation.

Prayer:

Father, thank You for Your Word. Thank You for its unshakable truth, for its power to heal, convict, and restore. Help me, Lord, to treasure it more deeply and obey it more faithfully. Give me boldness to speak its truth in love, even when it’s unpopular. Open the hearts of those who have not yet received You. May they see the beauty of Your Son, Jesus, and surrender their lives before it’s too late. Let Your Word go forth and not return void, just as You promised in Isaiah 55:11. Amen.

If anyone happens to read this article one day, I want them to know this: There is only one voice that has the final say over life and death, over right and wrong, over what is glorious and what is not. That voice is the voice of God, revealed in His Word.

The invitation is still open. While we have breath in our lungs, we can turn to Him. He is patient, not wanting any to perish, but for all to come to repentance (2 Peter 3:9). But let us not mistake His patience for permissiveness. The day of the Lord will come like a thief.

So to the one reading this who may still be on the fence—don’t wait. Open your heart. Open His Word. He is calling. And His Word will always be the last word.

“Forever, O Lord, Your word is firmly fixed in the heavens.” – Psalm 119:89

Unlike the Racist Left, God’s Image Knows No Skin Tone

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Yesterday I saw something that made my heart sink—not because I didn’t expect it, but because deep down I had hoped for better. News broke that President Trump is allowing in 58 white refugees from South Africa, and instead of celebrating the rescue of human beings—God’s creations—the Left is up in arms about it. Not because they’re against refugees per se, but apparently, because these particular refugees are white.

I had to sit with that for a moment.

For years, I’ve heard the Left shout that “refugees are welcome,” that “America is a land of immigrants,” and that “no human being is illegal.” So why is it different now? Is mercy only righteous when it aligns with a political narrative? Is compassion only acceptable when it checks the right identity boxes?

“For God shows no partiality.” —Romans 2:11

Lord, You are not swayed by skin tone, nationality, or social class. You see the heart, the need, the soul. Why can’t we do the same?

I’m not here trying to defend every decision Trump has made. But what I can’t ignore is how quickly compassion is questioned when the recipients are white. It’s like being white disqualifies you from pain or persecution in the eyes of this world. But persecution doesn’t ask for skin color—it strikes where evil thrives.

“There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” —Galatians 3:28

People talk about equity and fairness, but they don’t want fairness—they want revenge disguised as justice. It’s heartbreaking. What happened to just loving people?

Prayer 1:
Lord Jesus, open my eyes wider and cleanse any bias within me. Help me love like You, without filters, without conditions. Give me discernment in a world full of lies.

What I’m seeing is the fruit of a culture that has lost its moral compass. It’s not even about politics anymore. It’s about spiritual decay. When people hate mercy, something’s wrong. When people cheer for destruction, we’ve left the Gospel far behind.

“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness.” —Isaiah 5:20

They say they want love, but then hate those who look a certain way. They say they want inclusion, but then exclude people for being the wrong kind of oppressed. It’s all backwards.

Prayer 2:
Father, I lift up this nation to You. We are confused, divided, and sick with pride. Humble our hearts and bring repentance to this land. Let Your truth shine through the noise.

I keep thinking about how Jesus would respond. He wouldn’t care about the politics. He’d care about the person—the refugee mother trying to protect her children, the man fleeing violence, the family seeking a safe home. And yes, that includes white people too.

“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” —Psalm 34:18

Why does the world want to assign value based on melanin instead of mercy?

I feel a deep ache in my spirit. Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong in this culture anymore. The values I see shouted from the rooftops—sexual confusion, identity politics, hatred of faith, and open disdain for biblical truth—make me feel like a stranger in my own country.

“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.” —Romans 12:2

I want to be bold in love but also bold in truth. It’s not loving to remain silent while people celebrate sin or weaponize compassion.

Prayer 3:
Jesus, help me be a voice of clarity in a foggy world. Give me strength not to compromise, and courage not to stay silent. Make me more like You.

This isn’t about defending whiteness—God help us if that’s what it becomes. This is about standing for what’s right even when it’s unpopular. If it were 58 black refugees, I would feel the same. If it were 58 Muslims fleeing war, I would still say: protect them. Because they are human beings. Because they are loved by God. Because Christ died for all.

“But God demonstrates His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” —Romans 5:8

But instead of seeing God’s mercy reflected, I see people getting upset simply because mercy was shown to the “wrong” race. If this isn’t a heart problem, what is?

Prayer 4:
Holy Spirit, break the chains of racism in every direction—black, white, left, right. Only You can purify hearts and restore true unity. Let Your church rise up in holiness and love.

This is why I cling to Scripture more than ever. The world’s values are shifting sand, but God’s truth is my anchor. I can’t afford to let culture define what’s good and evil. Only God can.

“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” —Psalm 119:105

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God.” —Matthew 5:9

“Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good.” —Romans 12:9

“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.” —Galatians 6:9

I pray that we don’t lose sight of what mercy really means. That we remember Jesus died not for categories, but for souls. That we hold the line on righteousness, even when the world mocks us.

Prayer 5:
Lord, keep my heart soft but strong. Let me not be desensitized by hatred or fear. Help me shine for You, even when the darkness feels loud.

Today I cried—not because 58 white refugees were rescued, but because people were mad about it. The world needs Jesus, desperately. But we have Him. And I won’t let go.

—Amen.

The Exodus from the Pews: What’s Driving the Decline of U.S. Christianity?

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I don’t even know where to begin today, Lord.

It feels like my heart is breaking in slow motion every time I look around and see what this country has become. I’m only 24, but it already feels like the America my parents and grandparents told me about is fading right before my eyes. Churches are emptier. Faith seems optional now—like a cute accessory people pull out for weddings or Christmas, not something that defines their soul.

What happened, God?

Growing up, I thought most people believed in You. I thought prayer before meals, purity, honesty, and honoring marriage were normal things. But now, when I speak about Your Word or choose to live differently, people look at me like I’m a fossil. They laugh at purity. They mock modesty. They reject truth in the name of “tolerance.”

I can’t lie—sometimes I feel completely alone.

“For the time will come when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions.”
—2 Timothy 4:3

That verse hits home more than ever. People don’t want Your truth, Lord. They want watered-down, feel-good nonsense that demands nothing and affirms everything—even sin. I watch people abandon church because it’s “too judgmental,” but really, they just don’t want to be told they’re living wrong.

PRAYER #1:
Lord Jesus, give me strength not to conform to this world. Help me stand firm, even when I stand alone. Remind me that Your approval matters more than the world’s applause.

Sometimes I wonder what’s driving this exodus from the pews. Is it pride? Is it because people love their sin too much to let it go? Social media preaches louder than the pulpit now. Instead of pastors, influencers are shaping beliefs. Instead of Bibles, people scroll endlessly, filling their minds with lies dressed up as “progress.”

“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind.”
—Romans 12:2

Everything feels upside-down. Good is called evil. Evil is celebrated like it’s a badge of freedom.

“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil.”
—Isaiah 5:20

I can’t unsee the drag queens in elementary schools, the rainbow flags flying higher than the cross, and the celebrities mocking God with no shame. Sin has become entertainment. And worse, many churches have compromised just to “stay relevant.”

PRAYER #2:
Father, purify Your church. Expose the false teachers and cowardly shepherds who twist Your Word. Raise up a generation that will not bow to Baal, but only to You.

I don’t say all this out of hate. I say it out of deep sorrow. People are lost. They’re dying spiritually. And yet, the gospel—the only thing that can save—is being silenced. Christians are afraid of being “cancelled,” so they say nothing.

But how can we stay silent when we know the truth?

“If anyone is ashamed of Me and My words in this adulterous and sinful generation, the Son of Man will be ashamed of them when He comes.”
—Mark 8:38

The decline of Christianity isn’t just numbers. It’s souls. It’s families without fathers. Children without identity. Women trading worth for lust. Men abandoning godly manhood. It’s moral decay rotting the nation from the inside out.

“Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin condemns any people.”
—Proverbs 14:34

Sometimes I feel like Jeremiah—watching a nation crumble while pleading for it to turn back.

“Return to Me, and I will return to you, says the Lord.”
—Malachi 3:7

PRAYER #3:
Jesus, send revival. Let hearts be convicted again. Let knees bend again. Let altars be filled with repentance again. Don’t let this country fall away without a fight.

The truth is, we stopped fearing You, God. We stopped believing that You are holy. Now it’s all about self-love, not self-denial. People treat You like a distant cosmic buddy, not the righteous King of Kings.

“The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.”
—Proverbs 9:10

PRAYER #4:
God, restore holy fear in Your people. Break our pride. Teach us to tremble at Your Word again.

I know You promised that the gates of hell wouldn’t prevail against Your church (Matthew 16:18), but sometimes it feels like they’re pounding hard. Still, I believe. I believe You’re purifying Your bride, even through this shaking.

Maybe this decline is really a refining.

“Yet once more I will shake not only the earth but also the heavens.”
—Hebrews 12:26

Even if only a remnant remains, I want to be in it. I want to be part of the faithful few who never bow to this culture. I want my life to be a light in this darkness—even if I’m mocked, misunderstood, or rejected.

“You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden.”
—Matthew 5:14

PRAYER #5:
Lord, use me. Even if I’m just one voice, let it be loud with truth and love. Make me bold like Esther, like Daniel, like Paul. Let me live unashamed.

I still believe revival is possible. I still believe the gospel is power. I still believe Jesus is the only hope for this nation.

So tonight, even with tears in my eyes and heaviness in my heart, I choose to trust You.

Because no matter how far the world drifts, You are still God. You are still holy. You are still worthy.

“The grass withers, the flower fades, but the Word of our God will stand forever.”
—Isaiah 40:8

Until every knee bows, I’ll keep standing.

Sacred Heartbeats: Lifting the Unborn in Prayer

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Tonight my prayers felt heavier than usual — not for myself, not for things I need or long for, but for those who haven’t yet had a voice. The unborn. The hidden. The fragile lives forming in silence while the world spins on, mostly unaware.

I sat with my Bible open on my lap, candles lit, just listening. The ache in my heart grew still and sharp — that kind of quiet pain that feels almost holy. I knew I needed to bring this burden to God. Not in anger, not in despair, but in prayer.

“For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb.” (Psalm 139:13)

That verse always pulls something deep from me. The way David writes it — knit me together — reminds me that every child, no matter how small, is not an accident. Not a clump of cells. Not a mistake. A soul. A story. A being fully known by God before ever being known by the world.

So I started praying.

I prayed for the babies — those quietly growing, week by week, their hearts beating faster than anyone hears, their fingers forming, their spirits already alive to the One who made them. I prayed that they would be protected. That somehow, someway, their lives would be preserved. I asked God to send angels to guard them, to soften hearts, to change decisions before it’s too late.

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart.” (Jeremiah 1:5)

That verse keeps coming back to me. Every time I think about the unborn, I remember: God knows them. Not in theory. In spirit. In fullness. That truth is too powerful to ignore. They may be unseen by most of the world, but they are known deeply by their Creator.

Next, I prayed for the mothers — especially the ones who are scared. The ones who feel alone or unprepared. The women being pressured or shamed or lied to. I can’t imagine the weight of that moment, standing between fear and life. But I know God sees them. And I believe He aches with them.

“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.” (Psalm 46:1)

I prayed that these women would feel His presence in the stillness. That they would hear His voice whispering, “You can do this. I will be with you.” That people would come around them — real people, with compassion and courage — to support them in love, not just opinions.

I also prayed for women who have already had abortions. This is always the hardest part for me to write or talk about, because it’s so delicate. I don’t want to speak over their pain or minimize their stories. I just know that God’s mercy runs deeper than our deepest regrets. That His grace is for every woman — including the ones who feel like they can never be forgiven.

“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us… and purify us from all unrighteousness.” (1 John 1:9)

Forgiveness isn’t a theory to me. It’s the whole reason I’m still standing. I prayed that women who carry guilt would meet Jesus as He truly is — gentle, strong, full of compassion. I prayed that they would feel His arms around them, not His finger pointing at them. I asked God to pour healing into their wounds, and to help the Church reflect His heart better — with grace, not shame.

Then I prayed for the people in power — leaders, lawmakers, counselors, doctors. That they would see the unborn as God sees them. That their decisions would be shaped by truth, not pressure. That they would remember the weight of every life and feel conviction where needed.

And lastly, I prayed for myself.

That I would not let my heart grow numb in a world that’s constantly desensitizing us to death and dehumanization. That I would never turn away just because it’s easier. That I would love both the unborn and the born — the child and the mother. That my words would be filled with truth, but seasoned with grace.

“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves… defend the rights of the poor and needy.” (Proverbs 31:8–9)

I may not be able to do everything. But I can pray. I can give. I can support women who choose life. I can listen. I can love. And when the time is right, I can speak.

Sometimes I wonder what I’ll do if this belief costs me friendships. Or silence in a room where everyone assumes I think the way they do. But then I remember — Jesus didn’t call us to comfort. He called us to truth. And love. Always love.

There’s so much I don’t understand about this world. About why so many babies don’t get a chance. About why so many women feel they have no other option. But I trust the One who sees the full picture. I trust the One who holds every life — seen and unseen — in His hands.

So I’ll keep praying. Even when no one sees. Even when it hurts. Even when the answers don’t come in the way I hope.

Because I believe it matters.

And I believe they matter — every single one.

Abortion is Murder: A Lonely Christian Belief in a Loud World

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Tonight, I feel heavy.

I don’t even know where to start. I’ve avoided writing this down for so long, maybe because it feels too raw or because I’m afraid of how it might sound, even to myself. But lately, this has been sitting on my heart like a weight. And I need to pour it out — not for anyone else to see, but for me. Maybe to understand myself better. Maybe to let God work through the honesty of it.

Here it is, plain and simple: I believe abortion is murder.

Even writing that, I feel my chest tighten. Not because I doubt it, but because of what that belief costs me. I don’t say it out loud. I don’t post about it. I don’t argue in comment sections. It’s not that I’m ashamed of what I believe — I just know that in the world I live in, especially among people my age, this belief makes me a target. Or worse, a monster. People I love and respect — friends, classmates, even some from church — think this view is outdated, oppressive, even hateful.

But to me, it’s none of those things. To me, it’s rooted in love.

It comes from a place of reverence for life — all life. The unborn child who hasn’t had a chance to speak, to breathe, to be held. I believe that life starts at conception, that every heartbeat is sacred. I believe that God knits us together in the womb, not as a poetic idea, but as a truth. Psalm 139 has always felt so personal to me — “You knit me together in my mother’s womb.” How could I read that and believe life begins only when it’s convenient?

But it’s not just about the child. It’s about the woman, too. The pain, the pressure, the fear. I can’t imagine what it feels like to be pregnant and scared, unsupported, or alone. And because I can’t imagine it, I try not to judge. I really do. I don’t think women who’ve had abortions are evil. I don’t think they’re murderers in the cruel, criminal sense of the word. I think they’re human — hurting, overwhelmed, and in many cases, lied to about what abortion really is.

Still, in my heart, I can’t pretend it’s not the taking of a life. I’ve tried to sit with other perspectives. I’ve read, I’ve listened, I’ve prayed. But nothing has moved me from this belief. And maybe that’s because it’s not just a thought — it’s a conviction. Something spiritual. Something God has written on my soul in a way that no amount of social pressure can erase.

Sometimes I wonder what I would do if I were the one facing an unplanned pregnancy. Would my convictions hold? Would I have the courage to carry the child, even if I felt alone or ashamed? I like to think I would. I hope I never have to find out. But I pray that if I ever do, God would give me the strength to choose life — not just in theory, but in practice.

Being single and 24, I’m not in the middle of this issue the way some women are. I’m on the outside, watching the debates, listening to the shouts from both sides. And it’s so loud. So divisive. I feel like if I spoke up, I’d be dismissed or attacked. So I stay silent. And in that silence, I start to feel alone.

Even in church, people tread lightly around this topic. It’s become “too political,” too messy. And I get it — it is messy. But should we really go silent just because it’s controversial? Didn’t Jesus speak truth when it was dangerous, when it cost Him everything?

I don’t want to be hateful. I never want my belief to come across as judgment. I want it to come across as love. I want people to know that I care not just about the unborn child but also about the mother — her heart, her healing, her eternity. If she’s gone through it, I want her to know there’s grace. If she’s considering it, I want her to know there are other ways. I want to be part of the solution — to love better, support more, help create a world where no woman feels like abortion is her only choice.

But all I have right now is this belief, this quiet conviction that I carry with me in rooms where I can’t say it out loud. It’s lonely. But I remind myself that Jesus walked a lonely road, too. And that being faithful doesn’t always mean being popular. Sometimes it means standing still when the world rushes past you in the opposite direction.

So tonight, I choose to be honest with myself. I choose not to bury this part of me. I won’t scream it at the world, but I won’t pretend it’s not real either. God gave me this heart — soft, but strong. Quiet, but unshakable. And He sees me, even when no one else does.

If I lose people over this belief, so be it. If I stay silent to preserve peace, I’ll make sure it’s never out of fear, but out of wisdom. Either way, I know who I serve. I know who made me. And I know that in His eyes, every life — born or unborn — matters deeply.

Including mine.

A Prayer for Newborn Babies

Heavenly Father,

Thank You for the precious gift of new life. Each newborn child is a miracle — formed by Your hands, known by Your heart, and created with divine purpose. You said in Your Word, “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you” (Jeremiah 1:5), and today we praise You for the beautiful lives You are bringing into the world.

Lord, we lift up every newborn baby into Your care. Wrap them in Your protection, cover them in Your peace, and surround them with love. Let their bodies grow strong, their minds be filled with peace, and their hearts always be open to Your presence. From their very first breath, may they be held in the warmth of Your grace.

We pray for wisdom and strength for every parent and caregiver. May they be filled with patience, tenderness, and courage as they nurture and guide these tiny lives. Help them to love selflessly, lead with humility, and rely on You daily. May their homes be full of laughter, learning, and the light of Christ.

Jesus, You welcomed children with open arms. Let these little ones grow to know You, trust You, and walk in Your truth. May they become strong in spirit, rich in kindness, and bold in faith. And even when the world feels uncertain, may they always find their identity and security in You.

We entrust every newborn baby to Your unfailing love — the same love that never changes, never ends, and never lets go.

In Jesus’ holy name we pray,
Amen.

Five Ways to Talk to God: A Simple Daily Prayer Routine

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Yesterday was a whirlwind — work was crazy, my phone wouldn’t stop notifying me of everything, and I somehow managed to burn rice (how does that even happen?). But even with the chaos, I found peace. Not because everything went smoothly, but because I carved out time to pray. Really pray. Not the rushed, half-thought “Lord, help me” before a meeting — but the kind where you slow down, breathe, and open your heart like a journal to God.

Lately, I’ve been learning that prayer isn’t just one thing. It’s not just asking God for stuff or saying thank you when things go right. It’s deeper than that — it’s a conversation with the Creator, and just like any healthy relationship, it involves different expressions: praise, confession, gratitude, intercession, and petition.

I’m writing it down tonight because I don’t want to forget. And maybe someday, when life gets even crazier, I’ll need to come back and remind myself that prayer isn’t a formula — it’s a rhythm. A relationship. A lifeline.

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Five Ways to Talk to God: A Simple Daily Prayer Routine

Here’s how I’ve been walking this out, one day at a time:

1. Praise – Start with who He is.

Every morning, before I reach for my phone, I try to say something — even just a whisper — that acknowledges God’s greatness. Not for what He’s done, but for who He is.

“Enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise; give thanks to Him and praise His name.”
— Psalm 100:4

Some days, it’s as simple as, “God, You are good. You’re holy, and I love You.”
Other days, I’ll sing quietly while brushing my teeth. (Yes, even off-key worship counts.)
Praise reminds me that He’s still on the throne — no matter how unstable my life feels.

2. Confession – Clear the air.

This one used to intimidate me. I mean, God already knows everything, right? But there’s something powerful about owning your mistakes before Him. It keeps my heart soft and my spirit humble.

“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.”
— 1 John 1:9

Sometimes I journal it. Sometimes I speak it aloud. Either way, I try to be honest:
“Lord, I gossiped today. I was impatient. I doubted. Forgive me. Change me.”

Confession isn’t about shame. It’s about freedom. It makes space for His grace.

3. Thanksgiving – Gratitude shifts everything.

I keep a gratitude journal, and even when I forget to write in it, I take a few minutes during lunch or before bed to name at least three things I’m thankful for — big or small.

“Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.”
— 1 Thessalonians 5:18

Today, I thanked Him for:

  • A hot cup of tea on a stressful morning
  • A sweet message from my little sister
  • The way the sunset painted the sky like fire

When I say thank You, my heart stops complaining. Gratitude silences anxiety.

4. Intercession – Praying for others.

This one has stretched me the most. It’s easy to make prayer all about me, but lately I’ve been keeping a list — friends, family, coworkers, even strangers — and lifting them up intentionally.

“I urge, then, first of all, that petitions, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for all people.”
— 1 Timothy 2:1

Tonight I prayed for:

  • My friend Sarah, who’s grieving
  • My coworker James, who’s battling anxiety
  • That girl I passed on the train — I don’t know her name, but God does

Intercession is how I partner with God’s heart. It’s how I love others, even from a distance.

5. Petition – Bring your needs to Him.

This one comes naturally — we all have needs. But I’ve been learning not to just dump my worries at His feet but to also trust that He hears and responds — even when it’s not how I expected.

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.”
— Philippians 4:6

Today I asked Him for wisdom. For clarity on some decisions. For peace in my heart about things that feel uncertain.
And I reminded myself: He’s not annoyed by my voice. He delights in it.

It’s not perfect. I don’t always follow this in order or get it “right.” Some days, I only manage a sentence. Other days, I cry for an hour. But I’ve found that when I let all five parts of prayer shape my days, I don’t just talk to God — I grow closer to Him.

“The Lord is near to all who call on Him, to all who call on Him in truth.”
— Psalm 145:18

I don’t have to perform. I just have to show up.

Tonight’s Prayer:

Lord, thank You for teaching me how to pray — not just to ask, but to adore, confess, thank, and lift others up. Teach me to be faithful in the quiet moments and desperate in the loud ones. Let prayer be the air I breathe, not just the words I say. Draw me near, and remind me daily that You’re already close. I love You. Amen.

This is what I’ll come back to when life feels too much — this rhythm, this space with Him.
Five ways to talk to God.
One faithful God who listens to them all.