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Tempted to Wait? Breaking the Devil’s Procrastination Spell

Posted on September 5, 2025September 24, 2025 by thechristiantechnerd

I feel a war raging inside of me—not the loud, chaotic kind, but the kind that simmers in silence. The kind that looks like scrolling for an hour before doing anything meaningful, like leaving dishes in the sink again, like hearing the Holy Spirit nudge and still choosing “later.”

But here’s the truth: later is a lie.

And I’m tired of lying to myself.

I’ve come to realize that procrastination isn’t just a bad habit—it’s spiritual warfare in slow motion. It’s subtle, deceptive, and deadly. It wears a cozy robe and speaks in soft whispers: “You’ve got time.” “It can wait.” “You’re just tired.” But those whispers are laced with poison. They lull you to sleep while your destiny waits outside your door, untouched.

“The sluggard does not plow in season; so at harvest time he looks but finds nothing.”
—Proverbs 20:4 (NIV)

This verse smacked me in the face today. I wonder how many harvests I’ve missed because I refused to plow in season? How many doors I’ve closed myself because I was waiting for the “perfect” moment that never came?

I know God is gracious. He restores. But I can’t keep banking on grace to bail me out of every delay I choose. That’s not grace anymore—that’s spiritual immaturity.

Lord, forgive me.

Today I looked around and realized how much procrastination has cost me—emotionally, physically, financially, even spiritually. The stress I feel every time I push a deadline is not random; it’s a symptom. A symptom of avoidance. A symptom of fear. And fear…is not of God.

“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.”
—2 Timothy 1:7 (NKJV)

Father, help me believe this. Help me walk in the power You’ve already given me. I don’t want to keep putting off my life. I don’t want to waste another hour avoiding the hard things You’ve called me to do.

And that’s the part that’s hitting me hardest right now—You called me. Me. You didn’t give me gifts and dreams just for decoration. You gave them for Kingdom purpose. How dare I keep laying them aside for social media, comfort food, or endless distractions?

How dare I say “maybe tomorrow” when Your Word says:

“Come now, you who say, ‘Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city…’ Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.”
—James 4:13-14 (NIV)

I’ve been acting like I’m promised time I’ve never been guaranteed.

Holy Spirit, I repent.

I don’t want a hardened heart. I don’t want to keep ignoring that still small voice that says, “Do it now.” I think of Felix in Acts 24—how he heard the truth, trembled at Paul’s words, and still said, “Come back when it’s convenient.” And that convenient moment never came.

How many of us are spiritually waiting for convenience?

No more.

I’m done waiting for a mood, for motivation, for perfect timing. Those things are unreliable idols. They don’t deserve to dictate my purpose. Only You do, God.

I’m not claiming victory over the temptation of procrastination, but today I took a baby step. I wrote this post entry instead of sleeping in. I washed half the dishes instead of all of them—because progress, not perfection. I prayed instead of numbing with a YouTube rabbit hole. It wasn’t big, but it was faithful.

And You meet me in faithfulness.

“Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established.”
—Proverbs 16:3 (ESV)

I’m realizing that procrastination is a form of rebellion—it’s telling God, “I know better than You when and how this should get done.” It’s disobedience dressed up as delay.

Lord, I don’t want delayed obedience anymore. I want a heart that moves when You say move. I want discipline, not because I’m naturally good at it, but because I lean on Your Spirit.

You say the fruit of the Spirit is self-control. So I claim that today. I have self-control in Christ. I can start now. I can finish what I started. I can resist the urge to escape.

God, take my weak moments. Fill them with Your strength.

I don’t need to wait for a better season. This is the season You’ve given me. And I refuse to waste it.

Lord, let me be diligent. Let me be faithful in small things. Help me to show up—even when I don’t feel like it. Help me resist the lies that tell me I’ll never change. Let Your truth override every excuse.

And help me to hold others accountable in love—because if procrastination is killing our generation softly, I want to be a voice that speaks life and urgency and purpose.

I won’t be silent about this. It’s time to wake up.

Resist the Temptation of Procrastination

I want to be completely honest with you, I’m still learning. But here’s how God has been teaching me to resist the temptation of procrastination:

1. Call on the Holy Spirit

When I’m tired or overwhelmed, I lean on this promise:

“The Spirit helps us in our weakness…” — Romans 8:26 (ESV)

And when I feel lazy or unfocused, I remind myself:

“For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.” — 2 Timothy 1:7 (ESV)

Self-control is not something I produce—it’s a fruit of the Spirit. So I ask Him daily to grow that fruit in me.

2. Take Action by Faith

Sometimes, I have to move before I feel like it. I heard a pastor once say, “Motion activates emotion.” It’s true. Even doing something small (like starting a task for just 15 minutes) can create momentum.

Faith doesn’t always look like big, dramatic acts. Sometimes faith looks like answering that email, or getting out of bed to pray, or finishing what you started.

3. Use Tools—But Start with Prayer

Before I touch my to-do list or planner, I pray:

“Lord, order my steps today. Help me walk in your will, and not waste what you’ve entrusted to me.”

Then I’ll use practical tools like the Pomodoro technique (25 minutes work, 5-minute break) or break a big task into tiny, manageable steps. God is not against structure—He designed order into the universe!

4. Stay Accountable

I’ve asked two godly friends to help me with this. We check in weekly—not to shame each other, but to lovingly remind one another that obedience is worth it.

God, I thank You for revealing to me the spiritual weight of procrastination. Forgive me for every time I’ve ignored Your call, delayed my purpose, or chosen comfort over obedience. Today I choose to trust You with my time, my tasks, and my tiny steps forward. Help me resist fear and distraction. Fill me with the fruit of self-control, and let diligence rise in me like a holy fire. I surrender my timeline to You. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Feasting Without Fulfillment: Battling the Temptation of Overindulgence

Posted on September 4, 2025September 24, 2025 by thechristiantechnerd

Tonight, I had to sit down and pour my heart out because this battle with overindulgence has been quietly gnawing at the edges of my faith. And honestly, I’m sick of pretending that it’s not affecting me. Whether it’s food, social media, endless scrolling, or just chasing the next little high—I’ve let too many earthly things take up space in my soul where only You belong.

Overindulgence isn’t just about excess; it’s about idolatry. That’s what You’ve been pressing on my heart lately. It’s not just me failing to “have discipline.” It’s me turning to broken cisterns that hold no water (Jeremiah 2:13) when You, the fountain of living water, are right here. I’ve made small gods out of comfort, distraction, and instant gratification.

And yet… You still pursue me.

“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 so that you can endure it.”
– 1 Corinthians 10:13

That verse hits me different now. You don’t abandon me in the temptation—you make escape routes. But am I taking them? Or am I choosing to sit in the flame because I like the warmth, even though I know it’s burning me?

Lord, You know my heart. You know that when I reach for more food, more comfort, more scrolling—what I’m really reaching for is peace, joy, control… something to numb the ache. But only You satisfy.

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.”
– Matthew 5:6

I want to be filled with righteousness, not with stuff. Not with momentary pleasures. Not with counterfeit comforts. The more I stuff myself with the world, the emptier I feel. You didn’t design me to live like this.

You are my portion.
You are my peace.
You are more than enough.

I remember when Jesus was in the wilderness. Satan tempted Him with all the world’s comforts, and Jesus didn’t negotiate or reason—He responded with the Word. That’s where I need to go back. Scripture isn’t just knowledge, it’s weaponry.

“It is written: Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.”
– Matthew 4:4

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I’ve been living on bread alone—on dopamine hits and empty calories of worldly joy. But I crave the Bread of Life. Jesus, You are that Bread.

Holy Spirit, help me walk by You, not by the flesh. Galatians 5:16 says if I do that, I won’t gratify the desires of the flesh. It’s not just about saying “no” to the temptation—it’s about saying a louder, more wholehearted “YES” to You. I can’t white-knuckle my way out of this. I need transformation from the inside out.

Lord, expose the lies I believe. The lie that I need “just one more bite,” or “just one more episode,” or “just a little retail therapy.” Rip the mask off of every false savior in my life. I want to see it for what it is—a thief of joy, a robber of peace.

And You… You are the Good Shepherd who restores my soul.
You don’t shame me. You sanctify me.

You say:
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
– 2 Corinthians 12:9

That means I don’t have to fake strength I don’t have. I can bring You the mess, the cravings, the cycle of overdoing it and regretting it. I can confess it—not as someone who’s defeated—but as someone who knows victory is coming, not because of me, but because of Christ in me.

Father, teach me contentment. Teach me to be grateful for the portion You give. Gratitude is such a weapon—it disarms the discontentment that fuels my overindulgence. When I thank You for what I have, I stop obsessing over what I think I lack.

“Give us this day our daily bread…”
Not tomorrow’s, not next week’s, not Costco-sized spirituality. Daily. You want me to trust You one day at a time, and that’s enough.

Also, thank You for the people You’ve placed in my life who love me enough to hold me accountable. You never meant for me to walk through temptation alone. Community isn’t optional—it’s essential. Whether it’s through prayer, confession, or just checking in, I’m reminded that the enemy thrives in isolation, but dies in the light.

Tonight, I’m choosing to step into that light.

How to Resist the Temptation of Overindulgence (With God’s Help)

1. Recognize the Root

Overindulgence isn’t just bad behavior—it’s misplaced belief.

“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”
— Matthew 6:21

I need to ask: What am I really craving? Is it comfort? Validation? Control? Peace? Once I recognize that the “thing” isn’t the real issue, I can begin to let Jesus meet the real need.

2. Pray Immediately and Intentionally

When temptation rises, I’m learning to stop and pray—even if it’s a whisper:

“Father, lead me not into temptation, but deliver me from evil” (Matthew 6:13).

Temptation thrives in silence. But when I bring God into the moment, the grip starts to loosen. He doesn’t expect me to be perfect—He wants me to be dependent.

3. Use Scripture as a Weapon

When Jesus was tempted, He didn’t argue—He quoted truth.

“It is written…” —Matthew 4:4

Here’s what I’m memorizing now:

“No good thing does He withhold from those who walk uprightly” (Psalm 84:11)
“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want” (Psalm 23:1)
“Walk by the Spirit and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh” (Galatians 5:16)

These verses are my ammo when I feel weak. They remind me that I lack nothing in Christ.

4. Practice Mindfulness

Sometimes I give in without thinking. But now I pause and ask:

What triggered this?
What am I feeling?
What lie am I believing?

I’ve started slowing down—especially when eating, scrolling, or shopping. When I move slower, I see clearer. I’m not meant to numb myself with noise but to notice what God’s already doing.

“Be still and know that I am God.” —Psalm 46:10

5. Establish Boundaries

I deleted a few apps today. Not because I’m “so spiritual,” but because I’m so easily distracted. I’ve created boundaries around meals, screen time, and spending.

Because honestly, why fight temptation on its turf when I can just flee?

“Flee from youthful passions and pursue righteousness, faith, love, and peace…” —2 Timothy 2:22

6. Distract with Purpose

When a craving hits, I redirect it with intentional action:

Go on a walk and pray.
Read a Psalm aloud.
Text a godly friend.
Put on worship music and sing (even badly).

Distraction isn’t bad when it leads me to the One who actually satisfies.

7. Visualize Success in Christ

I don’t have to be a slave to “I can’t help myself.” That’s not my story anymore.

“You are not your own, for you were bought with a price.” —1 Corinthians 6:19–20

When I visualize myself resisting temptation—by God’s grace—I’m reminding myself that victory is possible. Not because of me, but because the Holy Spirit lives in me.

8. Seek Accountability

I confessed to a sister in Christ today. I told her about the areas I’m struggling with, and she didn’t judge me—she prayed with me.

Overindulgence thrives in secret. But confession brings healing.

“Confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed.” —James 5:16

9. Get Rest

Overindulgence creeps in when I’m tired, burned out, and empty. Jesus Himself rested. So who am I to try to live without it?

“Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” —Matthew 11:28

When I rest in Him, I don’t need to reach for false comforts. I’m filled already.

10. Cultivate Gratitude Daily

Gratitude isn’t fluff—it’s spiritual warfare.

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

I’ve started writing down 3 things I’m thankful for each day. It’s harder to crave more when I realize I already have so much in Christ.

God, I surrender my cravings to You. I lay down every place in my heart that I’ve tried to fill without You. Heal the root, not just the symptoms. Cleanse my heart, renew my mind, and help me find true satisfaction in You alone. Teach me to recognize temptation for what it is—and give me the strength and desire to flee from it.

Father, I confess my need for You. I’m not strong on my own. But with You, I have victory. With You, I can walk in freedom. Let my life glorify You, not my own pleasure.

Help me, Lord, to live in step with Your Spirit. Help me say no to what harms me, and yes to what brings You glory. In Jesus’ name, amen.

One step at a time. One prayer at a time. I will not be defined by my struggles—I will be refined by God’s strength.

Jesus didn’t die so I could live in bondage. He died so I could live in freedom.

And I choose that freedom—today and every day after.

Silencing the Serpent: Conquering the Sin of Gossip

Posted on September 3, 2025September 4, 2025 by thechristiantechnerd

Today was hard.

I had a moment where I could’ve gossiped. It would’ve been easy. It would’ve even felt good for a fleeting second, like scratching an itch that I know will only make the wound worse.

I was with two girls from work during lunch break, and we got to talking about another coworker—let’s call her T. They started talking about how T always shows up late and how the manager seems to overlook it. It was subtle at first, like one of those little threads you pull without thinking—but then it turned into a full unraveling. Her personal life. Her clothes. Even her laugh.

I opened my mouth. I was ready to add my two cents. But the Holy Spirit stopped me cold.

It hit me like a whisper and a warning at the same time: “Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying…” (Ephesians 4:29).

I bit my tongue. I literally had to sip my water to avoid talking. And then I changed the subject. “Hey, has anyone heard about the fundraiser next week?” It was awkward. They gave me this look like I was being too holy or too sensitive. I wanted to feel offended, but instead I felt peace. And conviction.

Later, in my quiet time with the Lord, I opened my Bible and I wept. I wept not because I messed up—but because I almost did. I wanted to. I wanted to gossip. I wanted to belong.

And that scared me.

Gossiping feels like a soft temptation. It doesn’t look evil. It doesn’t come with fangs or a pitchfork.

It comes with coffee and eye-rolls and shared secrets. But behind its charm is a deep demonic agenda: division, destruction, and death of character.

Proverbs 16:28 says, “A perverse person stirs up conflict, and a gossip separates close friends.”

Lord, forgive me for ever being that person. Forgive me for the times I entertained gossip or contributed to it, even if I didn’t start it. I see now—it’s not about who started it, it’s about who stopped it.

And I want to be a woman who stops it.

But let’s be real, Lord. That’s hard.

I live in a world where gossip is currency.

It’s how people bond, how social ladders are climbed. Even Christian circles are not exempt. And that’s what breaks my heart the most. I’ve seen churches divided over whisper campaigns. I’ve seen pastors slandered, friendships ruined, ministries halted… all because someone thought they knew something and couldn’t keep it to themselves.

So today, I’m confronting it—within myself first. This is war.

Because the devil doesn’t come just to tempt us with big sins. He loves the ones that look small but rot us from the inside out. Gossip is one of them.

James 3:6 reminds me, “The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body…” And if we’re not careful, we start setting other people’s lives on fire, while standing there pretending we’re just holding a candle.

No more. I choose the narrow road.

(Please pray with me by TAPPING on the Image “Morning Prayer To Start The Day“)

God,

I come before You humbled and hungry for righteousness. I don’t want to use my words to hurt. I want to use them to heal. If I can’t speak life, let me speak silence. Give me discernment to recognize gossip even when it’s disguised as “concern.” Give me courage to change the subject, walk away, or call it out in love.

Convict me, Holy Spirit, whenever I begin to stray. I give You full access to my tongue, my heart, and my motives. Cleanse me. Refine me. Make me holy, even in my conversations. Amen.

I’m learning that resisting gossip isn’t just about what I say, but why I want to say it. If I feel better about myself by tearing someone else down, that’s not just sin—it’s a wound I haven’t allowed God to heal yet.

So now, before I open my mouth about someone else, I’m going to ask:

Would I say this if they were here?
Is this true, necessary, and kind?
Is this building someone up or tearing someone down?

If I can’t answer all three with integrity, I won’t say a word.

I also want to do better about speaking for people instead of about them.

If I see a friend being slandered, I will defend her. If I hear a rumor, I’ll kill it with truth. If someone starts gossiping, I will not just ignore it—I’ll challenge it. With grace, but also with boldness.

We’re not called to be passive Christians. Jesus flipped tables. He confronted sin. And I will, too—starting with my own mouth.

If you want to honor God, guard your tongue. Gossip won’t make you more loved or more respected. It may feel good in the moment, but it rots your witness and wounds your soul. Choose the harder road. You’ll never regret silence, but you may regret every careless word.

Matthew 12:36 says, “But I tell you that everyone will have to give account on the day of judgment for every empty word they have spoken.”

That verse both terrifies and empowers me. Because it reminds me that every word I speak matters. Every single one.

So tomorrow, Lord willing, when I face another chance to gossip—or to steer a conversation away from it—I will remember this prayer, this verse, and this vow. I will speak life. I will choose holiness over popularity. And I will remind the devil that he can’t have my tongue.

Not today. Not ever.

In Jesus’ mighty name….

From Idle to Inspired: Overcome The Temptation of Laziness

Posted on September 3, 2025September 4, 2025 by thechristiantechnerd

Today was one of those mornings where I woke up feeling like doing absolutely nothing. No motivation, no fire, no sense of urgency. Just… stillness. But not the peaceful kind—the empty kind. And I knew, deep down, this wasn’t just exhaustion. It was laziness. Spiritual laziness. Mental laziness. Physical laziness. The dangerous kind that slowly drains your purpose and clouds your God-given vision. And I’m not okay with that.

I sat in silence, holding my coffee like it had answers. But it didn’t. So I turned to the One who always does. The conviction hit me hard—laziness is sin. Not just a personality trait or a “bad habit.” It’s rebellion in disguise. The Holy Spirit reminded me of Proverbs 13:4: “The soul of the sluggard craves and gets nothing, while the soul of the diligent is richly supplied.” That pierced me. I crave results, change, purpose—but if I don’t move, I don’t receive. Craving without action is futility. And God doesn’t bless futility. He blesses faithfulness.

So I confessed it right there in prayer.
“Father, forgive me. I’ve let laziness creep into my heart like a thief. I’ve made excuses for my inaction and buried my gifts under the weight of comfort. I repent. Not just with words, but with a shift in mindset and behavior. Please help me walk in discipline and diligence. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”

It’s easy to talk about big dreams and divine purpose, but faith without works is dead (James 2:17). Laziness kills vision. I’ve seen it in my own life—missed opportunities, last-minute scrambling, dreams that remain only dreams. It’s a spiritual war, and I’m done losing this battle.

This world tells me to “rest,” “take it easy,” “don’t push too hard.” But the Bible tells me to run my race with endurance (Hebrews 12:1), redeem the time (Ephesians 5:16), and work heartily, as for the Lord (Colossians 3:23). So no, I’m not settling for spiritual slumber anymore. I’m choosing holy hustle.

One thing I’ve learned? Overcoming laziness requires structure and surrender. It starts in the Spirit, but it shows up in systems.

I’m setting goals this week—real, actionable ones. Not just “be more productive,” but specific steps like waking up at 6:30 a.m. for quiet time, planning my day the night before, and setting work intervals with intentional breaks. I know myself—I need both discipline and grace.

And I’m going back to Scripture like it’s my lifeline—because it is. 2 Timothy 1:7 reminds me, “For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.” Laziness is not my portion. Self-control is. Power is. Love is.

And let’s talk about that—self-control. It’s a fruit of the Spirit, not a personality trait. Which means if I’m walking closely with God, I will have the ability to resist laziness. Not because I’m naturally driven, but because He is supernaturally transforming me.

Galatians 5:22-23 is on repeat in my spirit: “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control…” That’s who I want to be. A woman full of fruit—not excuses.

I’ve realized laziness grows in the soil of disconnection. When I neglect prayer, ignore the Word, or skip worship, laziness fills the gap. But when I stay close to Jesus, I’m compelled to move—because His Spirit breathes life into everything.

So I’m committing (again) to spiritual discipline. Morning and night prayers. Worship on my lips, not just in my playlist. Bible open before I open social media. If I’m going to break this cycle, it’s going to be through consistency and obedience.

Also—charity. That’s been on my heart too. Not just working on me, but pouring out. Laziness isn’t just sitting still, it’s living selfishly. So I’m going to serve. Somewhere. Somehow. Whether it’s at church, a shelter, or mentoring someone younger, I refuse to make excuses for not giving back. Love is active.

And here’s the truth: Every single day is a gift. And one day, I’ll give an account to God for how I used it. Did I glorify Him with my time? Or did I bury it in binge-watching, scrolling, and saying “I’ll do it tomorrow”?

That thought humbles me and lights a fire in my soul.

So I declare this: I will not waste the breath God gave me.
I will not sleep on the purpose He planted in me.
I will not call sloth “self-care” when it’s really spiritual apathy.
I was made for more. I will live like it.

Romans 12:11 says, “Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord.” That’s the goal: fervent. Passionate. Awake. Alive.

This life is a vapor. Time is sacred. Laziness is a thief. But God is faithful. And through Him, I can overcome.

So today, I fight back.

Not with noise, but with action.
Not with perfection, but with persistence.
Not in my own strength, but with the help of the Holy Spirit.

Let the world sleep—I’ve got work to do. Eternal work.
Let my legacy be one of diligence, not delay.
Let me die empty, not full of untapped potential.

Amen.

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Breaking the Chains of Gold: Overcoming Satan’s Material Mirage

Posted on September 3, 2025September 24, 2025 by thechristiantechnerd

Dear God,

Today I felt the pull again.

You know what I’m talking about—that tug in my heart when I saw someone online unboxing their designer shoes, or when I passed by the display window with the newest iPhone glowing like it was made of light from Heaven itself (spoiler: it’s not). It’s that tiny whisper that says, “If only you had that, you’d feel more complete.”

But today… I confronted it.

Not with bitterness. Not with shame. But with truth. With Scripture. With love. And with the awareness that materialism is a trap that tries to take what God has already given me—peace, joy, and identity—and exchange it for plastic, fabric, and pixels.

So this entry is both a reminder for myself and maybe a word for anyone who might read this one day: Materialism is a temptation, but it is not stronger than the God who lives in us.

The Debate: Is Wanting More Always Wrong?

Let me be clear—owning things isn’t a sin. The problem isn’t the things—it’s the thirst.

It’s when desire becomes dependence.
It’s when convenience becomes coveting.
It’s when God’s provision isn’t “enough” anymore because the world’s glitter looks more appealing than His glory.

I’ve heard the argument before:

“What’s wrong with wanting nice things? God wants us to prosper!”

And yes, that’s partly true—God is a God of abundance (John 10:10). But His definition of abundance isn’t luxury; it’s life. His blessings are meant to be tools, not idols.

Luke 12:15 cuts right to it:

“Watch out! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; life does not consist in an abundance of possessions.”

So, no—it’s not wrong to have things. But it is dangerous to let things have us.

The Emotional Weight of Always Wanting More

Materialism feeds on dissatisfaction.

It thrives in a heart that’s forgotten to say, “Thank You, Lord.”

Have you noticed how quickly joy fades after buying something new?

That dopamine hit? That little rush? It’s fleeting. The shoes get scuffed. The phone gets outdated. The couch gets coffee stains.

But the lie lingers: “Next time, next thing—then you’ll be happy.”

That cycle is exhausting. And sadly, it’s so easy to fall into it—even as a Christian.

But God didn’t call us to strive endlessly for more. He called us to rest in Him.

1 Timothy 6:6–8 says:

“But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it.”

That verse is a whole sermon. Everything I “own” is temporary. But my relationship with Jesus? That’s eternal. That’s treasure.

How I’m Choosing to Fight Back

I won’t pretend it’s easy. Fighting materialism in a culture built on it is like trying to stay dry in the rain without an umbrella. But God gave us a few:

1. Gratitude is My Umbrella

I try every day to thank God for what I already have. Not just the “big” stuff like shelter or food (though those are HUGE blessings!), but the little things:

Clean water
My morning coffee
A call from my mom
The way the sky looked today

Gratitude turns the volume down on materialism. It reminds my soul, “God is already enough.”

2. I Set Boundaries With My Spending

I’ve made a budget. I actually pray over it. (I know that sounds nerdy, but it works!)

Each month I ask God to help me steward what He’s given me wisely. I don’t spend money just because I feel bored, sad, or “less than.” I ask myself, “Is this purchase trying to fix an emotional or spiritual hole?”

Because only Jesus can do that.

Proverbs 21:20 reminds me:

“The wise store up choice food and olive oil, but fools gulp theirs down.”

A fool gulps. A wise woman prays, plans, and pauses.

3. I Focus On Eternal Investments

You know what feels better than buying something new? Giving something away.

I’ve found so much joy in donating clothes, blessing someone with a meal, or tithing to my church. It’s a quiet kind of thrill—the kind that lasts.

Jesus said in Matthew 6:19–21:

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth… But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven… For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”

My heart belongs in Heaven. So that’s where I want my investments to go.

A Gentle Confrontation for My Fellow Christians

With love—and I mean real, Christ-like love—I want to challenge anyone who feels that ache to constantly buy, upgrade, or show off:

Ask yourself: Why am I doing this?

Is it to impress someone?
Is it because you’re bored?
Is it because something inside feels empty?

Be honest. Not harsh, but honest. Honesty is where healing begins.

And remember: The world teaches us to collect. Jesus teaches us to connect.

With people. With Him. With purpose.

A Prayer for the Material-Weary Soul

Heavenly Father,

You know how easy it is to get caught up in wanting more. We’re surrounded by messages telling us we need to buy, upgrade, and consume. But You call us to something higher—a life of contentment, generosity, and joy in You.

Please guard my heart from the lie that things will make me happy. Teach me to be grateful. Teach me to budget with wisdom. And teach me to invest in what really matters—people, purpose, and Your presence.

Forgive me when I fall into temptation. And help me walk in the freedom You promised.

In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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You are not what you own.
You are not behind if you don’t have the “latest.”
You are not less valuable if your car isn’t new or your home isn’t Pinterest-perfect.

You are loved by a God who gave everything—not so you could have more stuff, but so you could have life.

I’m choosing that life every day. And even when it’s hard… it’s worth it.

Heaven’s Watch: God’s Angels on Guard

Posted on September 3, 2025 by thechristiantechnerd

My spirit is stirred, and the joy of the Lord is radiating from deep within me. There are days when life feels like a battlefield, when discouragement creeps in like a shadow, and fear taps softly at the door. But today, I feel surrounded—not by dread—but by divine protection. I feel wrapped in the love of God, and yes, I believe with everything in me that God’s angels are our bodyguards….allow me to explain!

Psalm 91:11 says, “For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways.” This isn’t just poetic language; it’s a promise, a heavenly reality that we, as children of God, can cling to in faith. I know it sounds bold to say, but I truly believe our lives are not wasted, not overlooked, and certainly not unprotected. God sees us. He loves us. And He sends His angels to walk beside us—not because we deserve it, but because He is good.

Why would God care enough to send angels?

I mean… I’m just a 25-year-old Christianwoman trying to live out her faith with joy and integrity in a world that often mocks or misunderstands both. And yet, He cares. The Bible tells us over and over again how intimately God is involved in our lives. One of my favorite passages is from Luke 12:7: “Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”

I remind myself of this when I start to question, “Why would God guard me?” The truth is, He loves me, and He loves you too. We’re not just dots on a map or faces in a crowd. We are His children, made in His image, and treasured beyond what our human hearts can understand.

Angels: More Than Pretty Decorations

Let’s talk about angels. Not the glittery kind you see on Christmas cards. Not even the ones people hang in their cars like little guardians on a keychain. I’m talking about heavenly warriors, messengers of light, and servants of the Most High God.

Hebrews 1:14 says, “Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?” That’s us, friends. If you belong to Jesus, you’ve inherited salvation, and angels are part of God’s way of serving and protecting you.

They’re not magical beings doing their own thing. They are under God’s command, acting according to His perfect will. Psalm 103:20 says, “Praise the Lord, you his angels, you mighty ones who do his bidding, who obey his word.”

But what about the Devil quoting Psalm 91?

Let’s be real—Satan loves to twist the Word. In Matthew 4:6, the devil dares to quote Psalm 91 while tempting Jesus. I used to find this terrifying—like, if Satan knows Scripture, how can I ever be sure I’m interpreting it correctly?

But here’s the thing: Jesus didn’t fall for it. He responded with truth and discernment. He didn’t get into an argument or feel confused. He simply said, “It is written: ‘Do not put the Lord your God to the test’” (Matthew 4:7). Jesus knew the heart of His Father. He wasn’t going to act recklessly just to prove that God’s promises are real.

And neither should we.

Faith isn’t about testing God—it’s about trusting Him, even when things don’t go our way. God’s promises aren’t a formula. They’re not conditions for comfort. They are truths rooted in relationship.

So… what does that mean for us today?

It means that God’s angels guard us in every unseen way. They are behind the “near misses” and the “I don’t know how I made it through that” moments. They are part of the divine orchestra God uses to work all things together for our good (Romans 8:28).

I think of Elijah in 1 Kings 19. He was tired. He was broken. And he wanted to give up. But what did God do? He sent an angel—not with a scolding, but with food and rest. That angel didn’t shame Elijah; he ministered to him. That’s the God we serve. One who meets us in our weakness and provides strength.

Understanding the Role of Angels in Christian Life

God is not passive. He is proactive. He’s not waiting around, wringing His hands. He has angels on assignment. For me. For you.

But listen—let’s get one thing clear. This promise doesn’t mean life is easy or pain-free. If anything, Jesus straight-up told us: “In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world” (John 16:33). He never sugarcoated the journey, and neither will I. Trouble is promised. Pain is real. Spiritual warfare is constant. And still—still—we are covered.

I used to treat God’s protection like a good luck charm. If something went wrong, I thought maybe I hadn’t prayed enough. Maybe I missed my morning devotional and now the consequences were raining down. But that’s not grace. That’s superstition. God isn’t transactional. He’s relational. And when He says He’s given His angels charge over us, He’s not saying “only if you check every religious box.” He’s saying: “Because you are Mine, I will guard you.”

That said, protection is not permission to act foolishly. The devil tried that game with Jesus in the wilderness, quoting Psalm 91 out of context: “If You are the Son of God, throw Yourself down… for it is written: ‘He shall give His angels charge over you…’” (Matthew 4:6). And what did Jesus say? “It is written again, ‘You shall not tempt the Lord your God.’” Boom. Truth over manipulation.

Satan knows Scripture. He just doesn’t submit to it.

And that scares me—not because I’m afraid of him, but because I know how easy it is for us humans to do the same. We twist the Word to match our agenda, cherry-pick verses to soothe our sin, and call it faith. But it’s not. That’s counterfeit Christianity. The real thing? It humbles us. It transforms us. It confronts our pride and comforts our soul, both at the same time.

So what do I learn from angels being assigned to me? I learn that God’s love is both ferocious and tender. That He’s not just watching over me—He’s commanding legions to surround me. I’m not alone in my room. I’m not alone in my anxiety. I’m not alone in the fight. That makes me want to shout and fall on my face all at once.

But it also makes me responsible.

Because if I believe this—if I really believe I’m surrounded by heavenly protection—I have no excuse for living in fear. I don’t get to say, “But what if this happens? What if God doesn’t show up?” No. I need to walk like someone who has the King’s army behind her.

I hear the Spirit say, “Daughter, walk in obedience. I’ve got the rest.”

So I will. I’ll go where God sends me—even if it’s dangerous, even if it’s uncomfortable. But I won’t go trying to provoke a miracle just to prove He loves me. That’s not faith. That’s arrogance.

Lord, forgive me for every time I’ve asked You to “show up,” as if You hadn’t already promised to never leave me or forsake me (Hebrews 13:5). Help me walk humbly, live boldly, and trust deeply.

A Prayer from My Heart Today:

Lord, thank You for commanding Your angels to guard me in all my ways. Thank You for loving me so completely that You watch over my soul, my body, and my journey. Help me to trust in Your protection—not just in theory, but in daily life. When fear whispers lies, remind me of the truth in Your Word. Let me walk in confidence, not arrogance—knowing that I am not alone. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

The Bigger Picture: Why God Doesn’t Waste Our Lives

If God were careless, He wouldn’t command armies of angels to protect His people. If God were indifferent, Jesus wouldn’t have come at all. But He did. He came, lived, died, and rose again—for us.

Ephesians 2:10 says, “For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” You and I aren’t wandering through this world by accident. Our lives are woven with purpose, even when we can’t see the full picture.

God is not wasteful. Not with our time, not with our pain, not with our prayers. Even the waiting seasons, the confusing seasons, the wilderness seasons—He uses it all. He sees what we can’t see. And while we walk forward in faith, His angels are guarding us, guiding us, and encouraging us along the way.

Are you still searching for peace?

Friend, if you’re reading this and your heart is aching for something more—please know that Jesus is the answer. He’s not a myth or a religious crutch. He is the way, the truth, and the life (John 14:6).

If you’re ready to invite Him into your life, here’s a prayer you can say. It’s not magic—it’s about your heart. But if you mean it, your life will never be the same:

Lord Jesus, I need You. Thank You for dying on the cross for my sins. I open the door of my life and receive You as my Savior and Lord. Thank You for forgiving my sins and giving me eternal life. Take control of the throne of my life. Make me the kind of person You want me to be. Amen.

And finally…..

God’s angels aren’t just with us in battles—they’re with us in beauty too. They don’t just show up in emergencies; they’re present in the ordinary, quiet moments of everyday life. Why? Because we are deeply, wildly, endlessly loved by a God who never wastes a single life. If you’re breathing today, there is purpose in it. And if you’re walking with Jesus, you are literally being watched over by the armies of heaven. Like—how amazing is that?

It honestly blows my mind that heaven moves on my behalf. Not because I’ve done anything to deserve it, but simply because I belong to Him. I don’t have to hustle for it. I just have to abide.

So here’s what I’m holding onto tonight: angels aren’t God’s “Plan B.” They’re part of His perfect plan to protect and guide me. They’re not responding to my commands—they’re obeying His. My job? Trust and obey. Even when it’s confusing. Even when it’s hard. Because the same God who sent angels to guard me also sent Jesus to save me. And if He didn’t hold back His own Son, why would He ever hold back what’s best for me?

So let the world do its thing. Let the storms roll in. I am covered. I am called. I am commissioned by the living God.

And honestly? That makes me want to sing loud, dance wild, and live boldly for His glory!

God’s Love Is Always and Forever

Posted on September 2, 2025 by thechristiantechnerd

My heart is heavy, but full. I’ve been sitting with Psalm 138:8 all morning:

“The LORD will fulfill his purpose for me; your steadfast love, O LORD, endures forever.”

It hit me like a wave. God’s love endures forever—even when mine wavers, even when I don’t understand, even when I feel like I’ve messed up beyond redemption. His love remains. Unshaken. Unfailing. Unconditional.

I don’t know why, but lately, I’ve been questioning it—not with my mouth, but in the deepest corners of my heart. I still sing, “Jesus loves me, this I know,” but sometimes it feels like I’m just mouthing the words. Why is it so easy to say God loves us and yet so hard to believe it when life caves in?

Let’s be real. People don’t like to talk about doubt. Especially Christian women. We’re supposed to be pillars of faith, right? Sweet, smiling, always believing. But I’m not going to pretend I don’t wrestle. I’m a warrior of faith, yes, but I’m also a human woman with battle scars. Faith doesn’t mean I don’t question—it means I bring my questions to the throne.

And this week, I asked God why. Why I still wrestle to believe He loves me when I already know so many Scriptures, when I serve in my church, when I try to do what’s right. And He answered me in that quiet whisper that cuts through all the noise:

“Daughter, you’re trying to feel My love through your circumstances, not through My covenant.”

Whew.

God reminded me that His love isn’t proven by my painlessness. That’s where we go wrong. We believe this lie: “If God really loves me, He won’t let me suffer.” But Jesus never said that. In fact, He promised the opposite:

“In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” — John 16:33

If Jesus—God in the flesh—wasn’t exempt from suffering, why do I think I should be? I’ve been holding God to a promise He never made. He didn’t promise ease. He promised presence. He didn’t promise comfort; He promised Christ-likeness.

And it wrecks me to realize how often I’ve measured His love by my pain level. As if tears mean abandonment. As if suffering equals distance. But in truth, the pain draws me closer to His heart. I’ve felt Him in the valley more vividly than I ever did on the mountaintop.

But here’s another lie I’ve battled:

“I don’t deserve God’s love.”

I’ve failed too many times. I’ve said things I shouldn’t. I’ve judged. I’ve envied. I’ve sinned. And in those moments, I tell myself I need to “earn” my way back into His grace. But that’s not the gospel. That’s religion. That’s performance. That’s pride wearing a mask.

The truth is this:

“We are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ.” — Romans 8:17

We are already loved. Not because of our “good days,” but because of grace. His love isn’t a reward; it’s a reality. A relentless one. A reckless one, even, if I can say that. It runs to me when I’m still a mess. It wraps me up when I feel dirty. It whispers, “You’re Mine,” even when I don’t recognize myself.

But maybe the hardest part is this:

“I don’t feel God’s love.”

And you know what? That’s okay. Feelings are not the thermostat of faith. They shift with sleep, hormones, the weather, a comment someone made on Instagram. My feelings don’t define truth. The Word does.

“But the steadfast love of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear him.” — Psalm 103:17

Everlasting. That’s not based on feelings. That’s based on who God is.

So if my heart feels numb or dry or disconnected, I’m learning not to panic. I’m learning to tune it. Just like a radio needs the right frequency to catch the music, my heart needs the right focus to catch His voice.

That’s what fearing the LORD and obeying His commandments does—it doesn’t earn His love; it aligns me with it. It clears the static. It sharpens my spiritual senses so I can receive what’s already being poured out.

So today, I prayed a bold, honest, slightly messy prayer. Maybe someone reading this needs to pray it too:

Dear God,

I believe Your love endures forever. But some days, I forget what that even means.
I’ve tried to measure Your love by the good things in my life—and I’m sorry.
I’ve doubted when things got hard.
I’ve run from You when I felt unworthy.
I’ve leaned on feelings instead of faith.

But today, I choose to trust Your Word over my emotions.
Tune my heart to receive Your love.
Break down the walls I’ve built in pain.
Teach me how to fear You rightly—not with terror, but with trembling reverence and wild trust.

Your love is not weak. It’s not small. It’s not moody.
It’s forever. It’s fierce. It’s mine.

And I love You for it. Always and forever.
Amen.

I don’t know who needs this, but maybe you’re like me—compassionate but tired, faithful but frustrated, loved but struggling to believe it. I want to remind you:
You are not beyond His reach. His love is not fragile. His purpose will be fulfilled in your life.

So hold tight. Keep trusting. Keep tuning your heart.
He’s not finished with you yet.

When Faith Hurts: Does God See Christians Who are Struggling?

Posted on September 1, 2025September 4, 2025 by thechristiantechnerd

God, I need to get this out. I can’t carry it around anymore.

I feel like I’m breaking.

I don’t doubt that You’re real. I never have. But I’m starting to wonder something way more painful—do You see me?

Do You really see me?

I’m not asking this as someone who’s lost faith. I’m asking it as someone whose faith hurts. Like physically aches. Like waiting-for-years, tears-on-my-bedroom-floor, why-do-I-keep-hoping kind of hurt.

I’ve prayed for so long. For healing. For direction. For a spouse. For financial breakthrough. For You to step in and rescue someone I love from addiction. For clarity. For peace. For things that are GOOD. Things I know You care about.

But I keep getting silence. Closed doors. Loneliness. More waiting.

Sometimes I feel like those people in Psalm 94. “And they say, ‘The Lord does not see; the God of Jacob does not perceive.’” (Psalm 94:7) I read that verse and think, Wow. That’s exactly how I feel sometimes. Like You don’t even notice.

And that terrifies me. Because what am I supposed to do when the God I believe in more than anything else feels distant or even—dare I say it—absent?

But then I keep reading…
“He who planted the ear, does he not hear? He who formed the eye, does he not see? … For the Lord will not forsake his people; he will not abandon his heritage.” (Psalm 94:9, 14)

That hits hard.

Because deep down, I know You see. You created my eyes. You crafted my ears. You wired my heart to crave connection with You. There’s no way You’re blind to my pain.

But still. It hurts.

God, why does it take so long sometimes? Why do You ask us to wait so long when You could change things with just a whisper?

Sometimes I feel like You’re just watching from a distance while I struggle to keep my faith intact. And then I immediately feel guilty for thinking that. Because I know it’s not true. I know You’re near. I know Your Word promises You’re “close to the brokenhearted” (Psalm 34:18), and that You “collect all our tears in a bottle” (Psalm 56:8).

But there’s a gap between what I know and what I feel. And I think You can handle me saying that.

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I think You want me to be honest, even if it’s ugly.

I don’t want to pretend anymore. I’m tired of the “bless and highly favored” church mask. I’m tired of acting like I’ve got unwavering peace when I’m crying in the shower and asking why my prayers seem to evaporate into the ceiling.

I want to trust You even when it feels like You’ve gone quiet. I want to believe—like the psalmist did—that even if deliverance isn’t here yet, it’s still coming.

Because he remembers, God. That’s what shook me when I read Psalm 94 again today. He reminded himself of all the times You had delivered him before. “If the Lord had not been my help, my soul would soon have lived in the land of silence.” (Psalm 94:17)

That’s what I need. Remembrance.

You have been faithful before.
You have come through in impossible situations.
You have spoken when I least expected it.
You have saved me from things I didn’t even know were destroying me.

So maybe it’s not that You’re ignoring me now—maybe it’s just that You’re working behind the scenes in ways I don’t see yet. Maybe this “no” or “not yet” is actually a gift. Maybe You’re building something in me that comfort could never produce—like endurance, character, and a fierce kind of hope (Romans 5:3-5).

Still, it’s hard, Lord.

I’m not asking You to make life perfect. I’m not even asking You to take all the pain away (though if You did, I’d be grateful!). I’m just asking You to remind me that You’re near. That You haven’t forgotten. That I’m not crazy for continuing to believe You’ll show up.

Because every time I consider walking away from this faith—You pull me back.
Every time I want to give up praying—You whisper something small that gives me strength.
Every time I think You’ve abandoned me—You send someone to say exactly what I needed to hear.

So maybe that’s what trust looks like in this season. Not pretending I’m okay, but clinging to the truth that You are, even when I’m not.

Lord, I don’t want a fragile, feel-good faith that only works when life is pretty.
I want a real faith.

A rugged, blood-and-tears kind of faith.
A faith that doesn’t break in the silence.
A faith that remembers.

So I’m choosing—again—to believe that You see me.
Even when the job doesn’t come through.
Even when the loneliness lingers.
Even when the healing delays.
Even when my heart keeps breaking.

You see. You hear. You care. You save.

God, I don’t understand this waiting. But I trust You in it.

Help me believe You’re near even when it feels like You’re far.

Help me want You more than I want answers.

And give me peace that surpasses understanding—not peace that comes from things going my way, but peace that comes from knowing You are with me no matter what.
Give me joy in the waiting. Show me glimpses of Your goodness.

And when I get tired of hoping, remind me that hope in You is never wasted.

Amen.

Christian Thought for Today

What if the thing I’m waiting for isn’t being withheld… but being prepared? What if the delay is protection? What if the closed doors are really just reroutes to something so much better than what I even knew to pray for?

God, open my eyes to see what You see.

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Lifting Up Loved Ones: Praying for Those You Love

Posted on September 1, 2025 by thechristiantechnerd

Last night, I found myself staring at the ceiling again, heart heavy and mind racing. Not because I’m burdened by my own stuff—but because I can feel the weight of the people I love. Their pain. Their questions. Their wandering. Their silence.

And honestly? It wrecks me.
I don’t want to be the girl who watches people I love slip through life without Jesus. I want to be the one who fights on her knees.

But I had to start with a hard question:
When’s the last time I actually prayed for them? Like really prayed?

Not a “Lord, bless them” kind of prayer, but the kind that pulls heaven down to earth.

God doesn’t need my passive prayers. He wants my passion. My persistence. My boldness. So here I am—learning to pray like I mean it.

1. Pray for God to soften my heart first.

This might be the most uncomfortable step—but it’s the realest one. Before I intercede for others, I have to let God break me. I don’t want to pray from a place of pride, frustration, or spiritual superiority. I want to pray from love. Period.

Lord, give me a burden. That’s an old-school word, I know. But I want it. I want my heart to hurt for what hurts Yours. Break the apathy. Remove the judgment. Let me weep for them. Let me care deeply again.

“I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you.” — Ezekiel 36:26

God, make my heart flesh again. Not cold, not passive, not comfortable. Tender. Ready to move at the whisper of Your Spirit.

2. Pray just to talk about Jesus.

This isn’t about crafting the perfect speech or waiting for the ideal moment. This is about boldness. Godly, humble boldness. I don’t want my conversations to stay surface-level forever. I want opportunities to bring up eternity.

“Pray for us… that God may open a door for our message, so that we may proclaim the mystery of Christ.” — Colossians 4:3

God, open a door. Not just in their schedule, but in their heart. Give me a moment that can’t be explained by anything but divine timing. Give me courage to walk through it when it comes. Let me be ready, not scared.

No more waiting until “the right time.” The right time is now.

3. Pray that the words of Jesus take off like wildfire.

Sometimes I think we forget just how powerful His words are. When Jesus speaks, things shift. Darkness trembles. Chains break. Hope rises. His words don’t need our help—they just need our obedience to speak them.

“Pray that the Master’s Word will simply take off and race through the country to a groundswell of response…” — 2 Thessalonians 3:1 (MSG)

Lord, let Your Word run wild in their lives. Let it chase them down in the quiet moments. Speak to them in dreams. In songs. In conversations they didn’t expect. Let the name of Jesus echo until it becomes undeniable.

4. Pray for God to heal their hearts.

Hurt people hide behind sarcasm, silence, success, or straight-up rebellion. But when someone’s going through a storm, it’s often because God is softening something deep inside.

So instead of judging their mess, I’m learning to pray into their healing.

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” — Psalm 147:3

God, bind up their wounds. Speak peace over the chaos. Show them that You’re not afraid of their broken pieces. You’re the God who walks into storms and speaks stillness. Walk into theirs, Lord. Let them feel You.

5. Pray for endurance on my end.

Let’s be honest: it’s exhausting praying for people who seem like they don’t care. It’s frustrating watching them self-destruct while you’re begging heaven for a breakthrough. But I’ve learned this: God doesn’t call me to fix them—He calls me to pray for them.

So I will.

Even when I don’t see it.
Even when they push me away.
Even when it feels pointless.

Because faith doesn’t wait for feelings. It stands. It believes. It persists.

“The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.” — James 5:16

So I will pray powerful, effective prayers. Not because I’m perfect. But because I’m His. And I believe He moves when His kids pray like they believe He will.

Lord Jesus,
Thank You for placing these people in my life. I don’t believe in coincidence—I believe in calling. You’ve called me to love them, serve them, and fight for them in prayer. So today, I lift them up to You.

Soften my heart, Lord. Remove pride. Give me a burden that drives me to my knees daily.
Open the doors for conversations about You—real ones, honest ones. Give me boldness to speak and wisdom to listen.

Let Your Word catch fire in their lives. Let it chase them down and wake something up inside them.
Heal their wounds. Calm their storms. Make them whole, even if they don’t know how to ask for it yet.
And when I get tired, remind me that You never give up on me. So I won’t give up on them.

I trust You, Jesus. And I believe You’re already moving.
Amen.

Prayer isn’t a last resort—it’s the first line of battle.
And I refuse to let the people I love walk through life without someone warring for them in prayer.

Even if they never know it, I’ll be the one interceding.
Because that’s what love does.

Safe in God’s Hands: Conquering Fear Through Faith

Posted on September 1, 2025 by thechristiantechnerd

This weekend I faced fear in the mirror. It wasn’t loud. It didn’t shout or shake me. It just stared me down like it had something to prove. And for a split second—just a second—I let it. I let fear have the mic. I let it whisper all its what-ifs and why-nots into the corners of my mind.

But then I remembered who I am.
And more importantly, whose I am.

The Word hit me like a wave straight to my spirit:

“Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” — Isaiah 41:10

That’s not just poetry. That’s truth. That’s a promise.

Fear is a liar, and it loves to dress up like logic. It sneaks in disguised as “being realistic,” “protecting yourself,” or “thinking it through.” But really, it’s just a mask for unbelief. I’m not here to coddle fear anymore. I’m not making a bed for it in my spirit. I serve the Almighty God, and He didn’t give me a spirit of fear.

“For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” — 2 Timothy 1:7 (AMP)

I say this with fire in my chest: If God didn’t give it, I don’t want it. I’m rejecting fear like poison because that’s what it is—it slowly kills joy, hope, peace, and even purpose. And I am DONE letting fear kill anything in me that God has breathed life into.

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Here’s what’s wild though: fear feels real. And maybe that’s the point. Faith isn’t about feelings. It’s about choosing truth over feelings. It’s about standing firm when your knees want to buckle.

I had this moment today…
I was anxious—my heart pounding, palms sweaty, spiraling with thoughts of everything that could go wrong in my life. I could feel fear tightening its grip like a noose. But instead of letting it choke me, I imagined myself curled up in the lap of the Father. Not a distant, angry God—but Abba. A God who wraps His arms around me like a blanket and whispers over me:

“Do not fear, for I am with you…” — Isaiah 41:10 again. Yes, again. Because I need that Word on repeat.

And I felt His love.
Like really felt it.
Not earned, not negotiated. Just freely poured out.

That kind of love doesn’t just comfort—it casts out fear.

“There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear…” — 1 John 4:18

God’s love doesn’t ignore fear—it evicts it. When I let Him in fully, fear has no legal right to stay. So why am I still renting it a room?

Time to confront this mess.

I love people deeply. But I’m also not afraid to speak boldly. Especially when I see fear running people’s lives. I’ve seen it paralyze dreams, crush marriages, stop ministries before they even begin. That’s not humility—that’s fear wearing a disguise.

God is not calling us to survive our lives. He’s calling us to live them boldly in His power. And that’s not pride—it’s faith.

Jeremiah 29:11 rings out like a battle cry in my soul:

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a future and a hope.”

If I truly believe that, then fear has no place. Not in my mind, not in my decisions, and definitely not in my future.

So how do we fight fear?

We don’t fight alone.
We don’t fake it till we make it.
We face it with God beside us.
We let His love meet us right in the trembling.

Even when we’re scared, we walk forward. That’s what courage is. As Rick Warren said so perfectly,

“Courage is not the absence of fear; courage is moving ahead in spite of your fear.”

That hit me deep today. I’m not waiting until I feel brave to obey God. I’m just going to obey—and trust that courage will follow.

And when the voice of fear tries to whisper again, I’ll answer it with this:

“The LORD is with me; I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?” — Psalm 118:6

Let that be tattooed on my soul.

God’s presence is greater than my panic.
His promises are louder than my anxieties.
And His power? It’s made perfect in my weakness.

If you’re reading this and you’ve never surrendered your life to Christ, I need you to know—He’s not waiting for you to get perfect. He’s waiting to love you now.

Here’s a simple prayer. Pray it with me, even if your voice shakes:

Prayer of Surrender:

Jesus, I’m tired of doing life on my own. I’ve been letting fear lead, and it’s only left me empty. I believe You are the Son of God. I believe You died for me and rose again. I ask You to come into my heart. Be my Lord, be my Savior, be my peace. I surrender my life, my fear, my future—everything—to You. Thank You for loving me. I receive Your love. Amen.

And for those of us already walking with Him—maybe today is the day we finally trust Him like we say we do.

I’m choosing courage. I’m choosing Christ.
Because fear doesn’t get the final word. Faith does.