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God, Why Am I Always at War?

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I’m so exhausted, Lord. So spiritually tired. I’m angry—not just annoyed, not just inconvenienced—angry. Raging. I feel like I’m walking through life with a bullseye on my back and every demon in hell has permission to aim. Why? Because I belong to You? Because I chose Jesus over comfort? Then where’s the peace You promised?

“Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.” – Ephesians 6:17

I read that verse today like it’s supposed to be some magical defense, but if I’m being completely honest, it just made me more frustrated. What the heck is the helmet of salvation supposed to do when my mind feels like a warzone? I feel like I’m drowning in lies, constantly second-guessing if I’m even saved at all. Isn’t the helmet supposed to protect my thoughts?

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Prayer #1:
God, I need You to quiet the noise. Put Your hands over my ears and silence the voices that tell me I’m worthless, faithless, hopeless. Remind me what salvation actually means—because right now, it just feels like another label I don’t live up to.

I’m tired of people preaching like we’re not supposed to struggle with doubt. Like salvation is a one-time prayer and poof, we’re bulletproof. No one talks about the days where you cry yourself to sleep asking God if He still loves you. No one admits that they sometimes wonder if they’re too broken for grace.

“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

Then why is my mind so noisy? Why do I feel like I’m stuck in a blender of thoughts that I can’t shut off? If salvation is supposed to protect my mind, how come I still wake up feeling anxious, confused, like I’m failing as a Christian?

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Prayer #2:
Jesus, help me believe that You didn’t save me to abandon me. Help me trust that even in my doubt, You’re still holding me. I want to believe You’re still proud of me, even when I’m a mess.

Today at church, the pastor said the helmet of salvation guards our identity in Christ. I rolled my eyes. If it really did, why is it the first thing that gets attacked? My identity in You feels like it’s under constant assault. One day I believe I’m a child of God, the next day I feel like a fraud. I’m sick of this rollercoaster.

“Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.” – Romans 8:1

Then why do I feel condemned all the time? I make one mistake and it’s like my brain goes into full panic mode—“You’re not really saved, are you? Real Christians don’t mess up like that.” I hate how easily I forget grace. I hate how quickly I believe the worst about myself.

Prayer #3:
Lord, cover my mind. Not with Pinterest quotes or cute Instagram theology—but with truth. Remind me who I am. Remind me that salvation isn’t about my perfection, but Your persistence. Thank You for chasing me even when I don’t feel worth chasing.

I think I’ve misunderstood the helmet. I thought it was supposed to stop the attacks from coming. But maybe it’s not about that. Maybe it’s about protection in the fight, not from it.

“You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you.” – Isaiah 26:3

Peace feels like a fairy tale some days. I don’t even know what “perfect peace” looks like. But I want to. God, I want to trust You enough that my thoughts stop spiraling every time something goes wrong. I want a mind that’s steadfast, not scattered.

It’s just… hard. So freaking hard. The people around me think I’m strong because I quote scripture and lead Bible study and show up with a smile. But inside I feel like I’m barely holding on. Nobody sees the nights I scream into my pillow, asking You where You are.

Prayer #4:
God, give me the kind of faith that holds when everything is falling apart. Not the “churchy” kind, but the raw, real kind that fights for truth when everything inside me feels like it’s lying.

I think I finally get what the helmet of salvation really is—it’s not something I put on to look holy. It’s not about appearances. It’s about remembrance. It’s a helmet because I’m in battle. It’s salvation because that’s my anchor. It protects my mind from forgetting who I am and whose I am.

“The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me.” – Psalm 28:7

I don’t feel strong. I feel like glass. But maybe You’re strong in me. Maybe the helmet doesn’t stop the blows, but it keeps them from cracking my skull open. Maybe salvation doesn’t mean I don’t fall—but it means I never fall alone.

Prayer #5:
God, help me to remember that You’ve already won. Even when I feel like I’m losing. Even when my thoughts are chaos and my heart is heavy. Teach me to wear this helmet every day—to cling to the truth that I’m Yours, even when I don’t feel like it.

So yeah, I’m still angry. I’m angry that being saved doesn’t mean being safe from pain. I’m angry that the mind You gave me is also the battlefield the enemy uses the most. But I’m also starting to understand that my anger doesn’t scare You. You already knew this walk wouldn’t be easy. That’s why You gave me armor.

So tomorrow, I’ll wake up, and I’ll put on the helmet of salvation—not as some shiny religious badge, but as a reminder:
I’m still here.
I’m still His.
And I’m still fighting.

Because my mind may be a battlefield—but my Savior is a warrior.

And He doesn’t lose.

Somewhere between heartbreak and holy fire

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I’m writing this with my jaw clenched and tears just sitting there—right at the edge. Not sad tears. Angry tears. Tired tears. This world is so lost, and no one even cares. They laugh at God. They mock His name. They sin boldly like they’re invincible—and they’re proud of it.

I’m only 24, but I feel 100. I see people partying through their pain, “manifesting” instead of praying, worshiping crystals instead of Christ, and saying “universe” when they mean “God”—but they don’t want Him. Not really. They want the blessings, the safety, the peace—but not the Lord of Hosts who brings them.

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And honestly? I’m furious.

“The fool says in his heart, ‘There is no God.’ They are corrupt, they do abominable deeds; there is none who does good.” — Psalm 14:1

Lord, are You watching this?
Prayer 1: God, I’m begging You—burn away this apathy. Wreck the fake peace these people have. Tear through the arrogance with Your truth. Let the weight of eternity settle on them like thunder. They think it’s a joke. They think they’re safe. They are not safe.

I scroll through social media and see influencers joking about going to hell—like it’s some kind of edgy club. Do they even know what they’re saying? Do they know what hell really is? The torment? The eternal separation from You, the absence of light, of love, of hope? Do they realize they’re laughing about eternal damnation?

“And if anyone’s name was not found written in the book of life, he was thrown into the lake of fire.” — Revelation 20:15

Prayer 2: God, don’t let them die like this. Please. Don’t let them die thinking You were a myth. Wake them up. Do whatever it takes—rip their idols out of their hands if You have to. Wreck their comfort zones. Don’t let them stay blind.

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I talk to people I love—friends I grew up with, who used to come to church with me. Now they say “Christianity is toxic” and “God is oppressive.” No, what’s toxic is this world convincing people they can live without the One who created breath. What’s oppressive is sin—chaining people, calling it freedom.

Hell isn’t unfair. It’s not cruel. What’s cruel is knowing the truth and staying silent while people walk into it.

“Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many.” — Matthew 7:13

Prayer 3: Jesus, I need to know You’re still breaking hearts open. That You’re still drawing the lost. Because I feel like I’m screaming into the void and no one hears me. Everyone thinks they’re “spiritual” now. But without You, it’s all empty. Dead. Demonic, even.

Some days, I want to shake people. Scream in their faces. “Wake up! You’re not just ‘going through a phase.’ You’re playing chicken with eternity. You think you have time—but you don’t.” I wish I could show them even one second of what hell looks like. The regret. The finality. The burning knowledge that they rejected grace.

“They will suffer the punishment of eternal destruction, away from the presence of the Lord and from the glory of his might.” — 2 Thessalonians 1:9

Prayer 4: Father, help me carry this. Help me not to let my anger become pride. You love them more than I ever could. You died for them, even while they mocked You. Make me bold without being bitter. Help me to speak truth with fire and compassion.

I know I sound harsh. Maybe I am. But it’s because I know what’s coming. I know eternity is real. Heaven isn’t a fairy tale. Hell isn’t a metaphor. It’s not some literary device—it’s God’s wrath, forever. And people I love are headed there because they want to be their own gods.

I know I can’t save anyone. Only You can. But I refuse to act like it’s not urgent. I refuse to be lukewarm. I’d rather be hated for speaking truth than be popular for staying silent.

“Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life; whoever does not obey the Son shall not see life, but the wrath of God remains on him.” — John 3:36

Prayer 5: Lord, use me as a warning if You must. Let my life shout Your name. Let my words carry eternity. I don’t care if they call me a fanatic, or a freak. I care that they know You. I care that they don’t burn.

There’s this lie going around that a “loving God would never send people to hell.” But they forget: He gave us a way out. He sent His Son. He bled for us. If we choose to reject that—what else is left? Hell isn’t a contradiction of His love—it’s the consequence of refusing it.

I’m writing this because I feel like I’m suffocating. Everyone’s so numb. So casual. And I’m sitting here with fire in my bones and no one wants to hear it. But I’ll keep saying it. I’ll keep praying. Even when I’m exhausted. Even when I’m alone.

Because eternity is coming, and I refuse to pretend otherwise.

Amen.

Dear God, Is Anyone Still Fighting for You?

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I don’t even know where to begin. My heart is on fire tonight — but not the kind of fire you want. It’s the kind that burns because I’m angry, frustrated, and afraid all at once. I’m afraid that we’re losing something sacred. Something eternal. I’m afraid that Christianity — true, Bible-rooted Christianity — is being mocked, twisted, erased.

And worst of all, I feel like no one around me even cares.

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Everywhere I turn, the world is bowing to the Liberal agenda. Everything’s “tolerance” and “love wins” — but only if you agree with them. The moment you stand up for God’s Word, you’re called hateful, backwards, or worse. I’m tired. I’m mad. I feel like I’m watching the flame of our faith flicker under the pressure of politics and popularity contests.

“If the world hates you, know that it has hated me before it hated you.” — John 15:18 (ESV)

Lord, help me remember that it’s not me they hate — it’s You. But still, it hurts. It hurts to feel like I’m shouting into a void. It hurts to see churches flying rainbow flags and “celebrating pride” while ignoring the pride that leads to destruction.

Prayer 1:
God, please open the eyes of the Church. Wake us up before it’s too late. Give us boldness, not softness. Give us conviction, not compromise. I don’t want to be a lukewarm believer. I want to burn for You, not blend in for them.

What scares me the most is how fast we’re moving. Just a few years ago, things felt different. Now, if you don’t use the “right” pronouns, you could lose your job. If you say marriage is between a man and a woman — just like the Bible says — you’re called a bigot. I’m only 24, but I feel like I’m already living in a country that doesn’t want me — or at least doesn’t want what I believe.

And I keep wondering: Where are the other Christians? Why are so many of us silent?

“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)

Prayer 2:
Lord, give Your people courage. Wake us up from our comfort. Let us speak with truth and love — not fear. Let us vote, shout, pray, and live like Your kingdom matters more than their approval.

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Tonight I read a headline about another pastor arrested for “hate speech” because he quoted Scripture in a sermon. I wanted to scream. How can we just let this happen?! How can Christians be silenced in a country built on freedom? The same freedom they use to tear us down?

I know not every liberal is evil — I’m not that naive. But I also know the ideology they push is poison to our faith. It’s not about kindness or justice anymore. It’s about control. It’s about replacing God with government, sin with pride, truth with confusion.

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

Prayer 3:
Jesus, be our defender. Be our truth in a sea of lies. Help me not to become bitter — but I can’t pretend I’m not furious. Channel my anger into action. Let me fight for You! Give me a voice that carries and a heart that doesn’t give up.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if every Christian in America actually voted with the Bible in mind. Not with emotion. Not with culture. But with truth. What if we demanded that our politicians protect the unborn, defend religious liberty, and stop forcing godless agendas into our schools? What if we stood up — together?

It breaks my heart to see how many Christians say, “Well, Jesus isn’t political.” And yes, He wasn’t running for office — but He sure stood up to power. He didn’t sugarcoat the truth for Rome or the Pharisees. He turned over tables. He called sin what it was.

So why are we too scared to even post a Bible verse?

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

Prayer 4:
Father, help me live transformed. Don’t let me mold to this world. Make me holy — set apart — even if it costs me popularity, friendships, or peace. Let me care more about pleasing You than fitting in.

I think of the kids growing up right now, being taught to question everything — except the lies. It’s a world where drag shows are “family-friendly,” but prayer in school is banned. A world where Christian voices are censored, but everything else is celebrated in the name of “freedom.” If we don’t fight back now, will there be anything left for the next generation?

I don’t want to sit back and watch our light go out.

“Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” — Matthew 5:10 (ESV)

Prayer 5:
Jesus, make me worthy of being persecuted for You. If I have to suffer to stand for truth, let it be done. I don’t want comfort — I want courage. I don’t want peace with the world — I want peace in You. And I want to see revival in my lifetime. Please, Lord. Let it begin with me.

It’s almost midnight now. I probably won’t sleep much tonight. My mind is racing with everything I want to do — everything I feel called to shout from the rooftops. Maybe this article is just a release. But maybe it’s also a reminder: I’m not crazy. I’m not alone. And I’m not giving up.

God is still on the throne. But His people need to rise. We can’t afford to play nice anymore. Not when souls are at stake. Not when truth is under attack.

If we don’t carry the flame — who will?

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.

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.

From Hurt to Healing: 10 Powerful Bible Verses on Forgiveness

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This morning my heart feels both heavy and hopeful. It’s strange how those two emotions can live in the same chest, but I think that’s what happens when God starts mending things inside you. I’ve been praying a lot about forgiveness lately. Not the shallow, “I’m over it” kind — I mean the kind where you truly let go, even if they never say sorry.

Someone I trusted hurt me. And not just once. Words were said that cut deep, and for a while, I didn’t even realize how much bitterness I’d let settle in my heart. I smiled like I was fine, prayed like I’d moved on, but inside I was replaying the moment over and over again — asking why, wishing I’d said something else, wondering if I was the problem.

But God doesn’t let us sit in that place forever.

This week, in prayer, I felt Him gently press this truth into me: Forgiveness isn’t about forgetting what happened — it’s about remembering who God is.

That hit me hard. Because I realized I had made it all about them: what they did, how wrong they were, what I thought I deserved. But forgiveness isn’t something we offer because others have earned it — we forgive because we’ve been forgiven first.

“Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.”
— Ephesians 4:32

That verse came to me as I sat on my bedroom floor, journaling and crying. I asked God to help me let go. Not because it’s easy. But because He did it first — and for way worse.

I’ve been reading Scripture every night to keep my heart soft and surrendered. So, for my own healing and maybe someday for someone else who needs it, I’m writing this down.

From Hurt to Healing: here are 10 Powerful Bible Verses on Forgiveness

  1. Ephesians 4:32
    “Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.”
    This verse reminds me that forgiveness is rooted in compassion — not justice. God forgave me freely, and I’m called to do the same.
  2. Matthew 6:14–15
    “For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.”
    This is sobering. Forgiveness is not optional. It’s a command with eternal weight.
  3. Colossians 3:13
    “Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.”
    It’s not just about letting go — it’s about reflecting God’s mercy.
  4. Luke 6:37
    “Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven.”
    Sometimes I want justice so badly. But God is reminding me: mercy wins.
  5. Mark 11:25
    “And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive them, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins.”
    I don’t want blocked prayers. Holding grudges closes my heart to God.
  6. Psalm 103:12
    “As far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us.”
    God doesn’t bring up my past. I shouldn’t keep bringing up someone else’s.
  7. Proverbs 17:9
    “Whoever would foster love covers over an offense, but whoever repeats the matter separates close friends.”
    I need to stop repeating the hurt — in my head or with others.
  8. Romans 12:19
    “Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: ‘It is mine to avenge; I will repay,’ says the Lord.”
    I keep trying to settle it myself — in my mind, in my silence — but it’s not my job. God sees.
  9. Isaiah 43:25
    “I, even I, am He who blots out your transgressions, for my own sake, and remembers your sins no more.”
    God forgives me completely — no record kept. I want to forgive that way.
  10. Matthew 18:21–22
    “Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, ‘Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?’ Jesus answered, ‘I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times.’”
    Forgiveness isn’t a one-time thing. It’s a choice I might have to make daily.

Some days, I feel like I’m making progress. Other days, a memory will hit, and the old hurt comes rushing back. But every time it does, I remind myself that healing isn’t linear — it’s holy. And God is patient with me in the process.

“Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.”
— Psalm 51:10

Tonight, I asked God to clean out my heart again. To scoop out the resentment, the silent anger, the unspoken words I’ve buried. And He did. I felt it.

Prayer:
Lord, thank You for showing me how deeply You’ve forgiven me. Help me extend that same grace to others, even when they don’t deserve it — especially then. Break the chains of bitterness in me. Remind me that You are just, and I can trust You with the pain. Fill my heart with mercy, not memory. Help me release the offense and walk in the freedom of Your love. In Jesus’ name, amen.

I’m learning that forgiveness doesn’t mean what they did was okay. It means I’m okay — because Jesus carried it all. He didn’t wait for me to apologize before offering me grace. And now I’m called to do the same.

Maybe one day I’ll be able to share this with someone else who’s struggling to let go. But for today, I’ll leave this here — a reminder to myself that healing is possible, and forgiveness is the door that opens it.