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Resting in God’s Safety: A Prayer for Courage

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Tonight my heart feels tender as I sit down to write. There’s a softness in me, but also a deep ache—a quiet sadness mixed with longing for my fellow Christians to truly trust the Lord. I keep thinking about how often we let fear of other people pull us away from the peace God offers so freely. Scripture speaks so clearly: “Fear of man will prove to be a snare, but whoever trusts in the LORD is kept safe.” (Proverbs 29:25) I know this truth well, yet I still see so many dear believers weighed down by the worry of what others think, and it stirs something in me—something gentle, but urgent.

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Jesus Himself, with such compassion, warned us not to fear those who can only harm the body (Luke 12:4–5). He called us into a deeper kind of courage, the kind rooted not in our own strength but in His everlasting love and authority. When I read those words, I feel Jesus’ tenderness in them—He wasn’t scolding; He was caring for our hearts. And maybe that’s why I feel so moved tonight. When we let fear of people guide our decisions, we drift from the safety He longs to give us. It doesn’t make me angry at anyone; it simply makes me wish we all understood how deeply God wants us to rest in Him.

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Sometimes I see friends and believers holding their breath around others, trying to mold themselves to avoid criticism or rejection. My heart aches for them. I understand that struggle more than I’d like to admit. I remember times when I shaped myself around others’ expectations, hoping to avoid judgment. Those were heavy days—days where peace felt distant and fragile. And even now, in certain moments, I still feel that old tug. But then the Holy Spirit gently whispers to my spirit: Trust Me. Look to Me. Don’t give your peace away.

In those moments, I cling to scriptures that have become anchors for my soul. I often repeat Psalm 56:11: “In God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?” These words wrap around me like a soft blanket. They remind me that nothing and no one has the power to pull me out of God’s hands. And when I think about my fellow Christians who feel overwhelmed by the opinions of others, I just want to help them feel the same comfort, the same assurance that God’s love is a safer foundation than anything the world can offer.

What I feel most tonight is compassion. Deep, sincere compassion. Fear is a heavy burden to carry. Wanting to be accepted is a very human desire. And sometimes trusting God feels like stepping onto water—we know He can hold us, but it still takes courage to lift our foot. So when I see believers hesitating or shrinking back, I don’t feel frustrated at them. I feel tenderness toward them. I want to gently encourage them, to whisper, “You don’t have to be afraid. God sees you. God is with you. God will protect you.”

Because I’ve learned that true safety—lasting, unshakeable safety—comes from trusting the Lord, not from pleasing people. When we rest in Him, there’s a calmness that fills our hearts, even when life feels uncertain. And I long for all of us to experience that kind of rest.

Tonight I prayed with a peaceful heaviness in my chest. I asked God to wrap His arms around His children, especially those who feel anxious or unsure. I asked Him to lift the weight of fear from their shoulders and replace it with His gentle strength. I asked Him to help us all remember that His opinion of us is the one that brings life, hope, and freedom. And I prayed that He would keep my own heart soft, trusting, and open to His guidance.

So here is my quiet prayer tonight:
Please keep me safe, O LORD, from those who oppose me and would do me harm. Guard my heart from fear and teach me to trust You more deeply. Help my fellow believers feel Your peace and Your nearness. Make our lives beautiful reflections of Your love. Let us walk each day in Your safety. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

May tomorrow bring new strength and a deeper trust in the One who never fails us.

Sacred Echo: Listening to Heaven’s Heartbeat

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I went to bed last night asking God to show me more of His heart. I know I say I want to know Him more, but how often do I really press in for His sake, not just for what He can do for me?

This morning, while journaling, I wrote:


“God, I want to know You—not just know about You. I want to understand what breaks Your heart and what makes You smile.”

It hit me hard: I say I love Him, but how often do I actually seek to understand Him, not just myself through Him?

Most people walk around so desperate to be seen, known, and loved. I get it. I’ve been there. I still have those days. But then I remember—this ache to be known is actually something we inherited from God Himself.

Genesis 1:27 reminds me, “So God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.”

If I bear His image, then it makes sense that the ache in me to be known is actually a glimpse into how God longs to be known.
I’m created with that desire because He has it first.

Sometimes I look around at Christians and ponder… how are we so satisfied with just Sunday morning services, small groups, and bumper-sticker theology?

We memorize verses like Isaiah 55:9—“As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts”—and then use that as an excuse to not even try to know God’s heart.

But that’s lazy. And let’s be honest, it’s prideful. Because we want a god that fits in a sermon series or a devotional plan. But the real God? He’s infinite. And if we don’t dig deeper, we’ll stay infants in our faith, knowing about Him but never knowing Him.

I’ve been praying over Jeremiah 29:13 lately.
“You will seek Me and find Me, when you seek Me with all your heart.”

It doesn’t say, “when you scroll Christian TikTok for an hour” or “when you listen to worship music passively.” It says, “with all your heart.”

ALL. Not a part. Not when it’s convenient.
That one verse alone has been wrecking me.

So today I turned off my phone. Sat with my Bible. Prayed in honesty. Not performance. Not pretty words. Just raw. Just real. Just me.

I told God, “I want to know Your heart. I want to know what makes You weep and what makes You rejoice. I want to love what You love and hate what You hate—even when it costs me popularity, even when it separates me from shallow Christianity.”

And He met me. Not in thunder or lightning. Just in quiet. In peace.

I read about Jesus weeping at Lazarus’ tomb—not because He was powerless, but because He feels deeply. He didn’t rush past the pain. He sat in it. That’s the heart of God.

I read about the woman at the well. About Peter’s restoration. About God’s justice in the prophets. About His mercy in the Psalms.

And slowly, I started to feel like I wasn’t just reading about God—I was sitting with Him. Like a friend. Like someone worth knowing deeply.

If we want to know God’s heart, we have to move past religion and step into relationship.

Yes, God is holy. Yes, His thoughts are higher. But He’s also Emmanuel. God with us. He stepped down to make Himself knowable. Jesus came not just to save us, but to show us what the Father is like.

John 14:9—“Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father.”

So if I want to know the heart of God, I need to look at Jesus. His compassion. His fire. His correction. His mercy. His truth.

And if I’m not willing to carry all of that—not just the feel-good parts—then do I really want to know Him? Or do I just want a version of Him that fits my comfort?

Tonight, I’m ending with a prayer:

Father, reveal Your heart to me. Not the filtered version. Not the Instagram caption version. I want the real You. The One who weeps over sin, who rejoices in truth, who loves with fire in His eyes and scars in His hands. Teach me to walk with You, not ahead or behind, but right beside You. I don’t just want Your blessings. I want Your heart. I want to be a woman who makes Heaven smile. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

God’s Love Is Always and Forever

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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.

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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.

Grace That Never Lets Go

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Lord,

I’m wrestling with something deep—and I know You already see it all. I don’t want to pretend, even on this Christian blog of mine. You know my heart, every thought before I even think it (Psalm 139:1–4). So here it is, raw:

I believe in Your love more than I believe in the ground under my feet… but sometimes, I still doubt it.

Why?

Why is it that I’ve sung “Jesus loves me this I know” since I could talk, and still sometimes I wake up wondering if I’ve blown it too many times to still be in Your favor? I recite “For God so loved the world…” (John 3:16) and I KNOW You sent Jesus because You loved me, not because I’m good—but my flesh still asks, “Do I really deserve this kind of love?”

I’m not writing this out of some dramatic emotional spiral. I’m just being honest with myself—and with You. I think a lot of us Christians carry this quiet ache. This quiet insecurity. We walk around singing about Your love but we struggle to feel it.

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And I’m just done with pretending. I want to confront it. I want to expose it, call it out, and speak TRUTH over it.

Lie #1: If God loves me, I won’t suffer.
Ugh. This one is toxic. Subtle. Sneaky. And completely false. You never said that if You loved me, You’d shield me from every pain. You actually promised the opposite:

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

You’re not absent when I’m hurting—you’re closest in those moments. You didn’t promise protection from pain; You promised purpose in pain. You’re more invested in my eternity than in my temporary comfort. That humbles me. That confronts me.

Lie #2: I don’t deserve God’s love.
True. I don’t. None of us do. But that’s the beauty of grace. You’ve never loved me based on what I do or how I perform. You love me because I’m Yours. Because You made me, called me, and redeemed me.

“Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ.” – Romans 8:17

God, I am Your daughter. Your beloved. Even on the days I mess up, fall short, speak harshly, or want to quit everything and hide. Your love is steadfast. It doesn’t fluctuate based on my mood or my performance. How freeing is that? You love me just as much on my worst day as on my best.

But I still fall into striving. Still feel like I have to earn it. Like I’ve gotta “be better” to be worthy of Your favor.

No more. I’m choosing to rest in Your truth, not my insecurity.

Lie #3: I don’t feel God’s love.
I’ve realized feelings lie. They are temporary, unreliable, and deeply influenced by sleep, hormones, weather, food… everything. Feelings are not fact. What I fill my mind with shapes how I feel. And if I’m not filling it with Your Word, I’m going to end up parched and emotionally disoriented.

“Feelings follow thinking.”

God, help me to renew my mind with truth (Romans 12:2). Help me to dwell in Your Word. Not just read it, but soak in it. Let it rewire my inner narrative. Let it tune my heart to the rhythm of Your steadfast love.

Because You are love. And You never change.

Truth Bomb: My heart needs tuning.

Sometimes I’m like a dry stone sitting in a river of Your presence, unable to absorb it because I’m not postured to receive. I’ve let cynicism, bitterness, comparison, or just plain distraction coat my heart in spiritual numbness.

But…

“But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear him, to those who keep his covenant and remember to do his commandments.” – Psalm 103:17

Your love is constant. Everlasting. But for me to experience it fully, I need to fear You (honor You), obey You, and remember Your commands—not as a way to earn Your love but to open myself to it.

So today, I confess all the noise I’ve let crowd my soul. The scrolling. The comparison. The busyness. The pride. The self-pity.

Tune my heart, Lord.

Tear down the lies I’ve believed. Silence the voice that tells me You’ve forgotten me. That I’m not enough. That I’ve messed it up.

Your love is not weak.
It’s not inconsistent.
It’s not petty.
It’s not based on emotion.
It’s not earned.
It’s not manipulated.
It’s not gone.

Your love is steadfast. Firm. Steady. Resilient. Generous. Eternal.

And I believe that. Even when I don’t feel it. Even when my life feels like a question mark. Even when the prayers go unanswered and the doors stay closed.

You are still love. And I am still loved.

So tonight, I rest in this:

“The Lord appeared to us in the past, saying: ‘I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.’” – Jeremiah 31:3

Amen.

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Cling to the Cross: How to Keep Yourself in God’s Love

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For a while now, at least since Spring I’d honestly say, my heart has been heavy, but not with sorrow—more like reverence. A deep, weighty awareness of how fragile my love can be compared to Yours (God’s). I’ve been sitting with Jude 21 all week:

“Keep yourselves in God’s love as you wait for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ to bring you to eternal life.” – Jude 21 (NIV)

That verse doesn’t let me off the hook. It commands me. It tells me that remaining in Your love isn’t automatic—it’s intentional. And that convicts me.

Because, God… how many times have I allowed distractions, fears, or even just apathy to distance me from You? How many times have I let my emotions steer me away from Your presence instead of clinging to the cross like it’s my lifeline—which it is?

I sat in my car earlier after running errands, and I just started crying. Not out of sadness, really, but out of this mix of longing and guilt. I want to stay in Your love, but some days I don’t even know what that really looks like. And yet—Your voice, gentle and steady, reminded me: Cling to the cross.

Not just in the hard moments. Not just on Sundays. But every single day.

When I woke up this morning, I prayed out of routine. But by the time I got to mid-afternoon, I had already snapped at someone, scrolled mindlessly through my phone, and barely acknowledged You in the middle of my thoughts. And then tonight, You bring me back again—to Your Word, to Your presence, to Your mercy. You always bring me back.

“Remain in me, as I also remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine.” – John 15:4 (NIV)

You are the Vine. The source of love, strength, and truth. I’m just a branch. I dry out so quickly when I’m not connected to You. I think that’s why Jude tells us to keep ourselves in Your love. Because the world pulls hard. Our flesh pulls even harder. And the only way to stay in Your love is to choose it daily—to choose You daily.

Jesus, I don’t want to just visit Your love when life falls apart. I want to live there. Dwell there. Make it the home my heart always returns to. I want to cling to the cross—not out of desperation, but out of love and dependence.

I thought about what clinging to the cross really means, and I think it starts with remembering. Remembering what You did for me. Not just in a distant, “Sunday-school” way, but really reflecting on it. You gave everything. You suffered shame, pain, rejection—all for me. You didn’t hold back. How could I?

Lord, help me not to treat Your sacrifice like a safety net I only fall into. Help me treat it like the center of my life—the reason I do what I do, the lens I see everything through. When I’m tempted to wander, bring me back to Calvary. When I doubt, show me Your hands. When I feel unworthy, let me hear Your voice again: It is finished.

I guess what I’m realizing is that clinging to the cross looks a lot like choosing You in the smallest moments. Like…

  • Opening my Bible instead of opening a complaining text.
  • Choosing prayer over worry.
  • Forgiving when I want to sulk.
  • Turning off the noise and just sitting in silence with You.

“Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful.” – Hebrews 10:23 (ESV)

You are so faithful, Lord. Even when I’m not. Even when I wander. Even when I forget. And that faithfulness pulls me back into Your love every single time. It’s not a love I earned—it’s a love You gave. Freely.

Tonight, I wrote this simple prayer in my journal and I want to pray it out loud now:

Father God,

Thank You for the cross. Thank You that Your love was poured out in blood, not just in words. Remind me daily that Your love is not distant—it’s present. It’s active. It’s sacrificial.

Lord, help me to keep myself in that love. Teach me how to cling tightly when the world distracts and the enemy lies. Strengthen my heart to obey, to abide, and to remember that no matter what’s happening around me, Your love is constant.

When I feel cold or distant, draw me near again. Let my soul be tethered to Your cross—never wandering too far, never forgetting the cost of grace.

In Jesus’ holy name,
Amen.

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You know, I used to think “keeping myself in God’s love” meant being perfect. Like, if I read my Bible enough, prayed long enough, behaved good enough—then I’d stay in it. But now I know: Your love isn’t something I have to perform for. But keeping myself in it? That’s about protecting the space You’ve made for me. It’s about fighting to remain in the awareness of Your grace—fighting to stay in the shelter of it when my emotions say otherwise.

I’m reminded of Psalm 91:

“He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.” – Psalm 91:4 (NIV)

Your love is my refuge. My safe place. My covering. And I don’t want to step out from under that. I want to stay close—no matter how grown-up or independent I feel. Because truthfully? I’m nothing without You. I don’t want to be anything without You.

Tomorrow, I’ll wake up and whisper again, “Cling to the cross.” When my thoughts scatter, when my heart grows tired, when the enemy tries to accuse—I’ll choose the cross. I’ll choose the love that never gives up on me. The love that bleeds and redeems and resurrects.

I don’t always know what lies ahead, Lord. But I know what holds me now: Your love. And I’m keeping myself in it by clinging tightly to You.

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

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Tonight, I feel heavy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Including mine.

A Prayer for Newborn Babies

Heavenly Father,

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

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

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

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

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

In Jesus’ holy name we pray,
Amen.

Do You Have The Courage To Let God Guide You?

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If you are a Christian like me, the you know that God loves us and has a plan for our journeys.

But sometimes we struggle to let go and trust Him completely.

We want to be in control and make our own decisions.

To move the needle wherever we want to.

It’s normal to feel this way.

But the truth is, if we want to experience true growth, we need God’s support.

We can’t do everything ourselves.

So what does it mean to let God take control?

It means surrendering our will, our desires, and our plans to Him.

It means acknowledging that He knows what’s good for us, even when we don’t.

And trusting that His ways are higher than ours.

This is not an easy thing to do.

But I know that I’m not talking to atheists.

If you are reading this, you’ve probably experienced God’s love and power first-hand.

When we let God take control, everything begins to make more sense.

We become more like Christ, and less like our old selves.

We begin to see the world through His eyes and to love others with His heart.

Sometimes we may worry that God will not come through for us, or that He will take us down a path we don’t want to go.

But showing your trust is another one of God’s tests.

One that we have to go through if we want our journeys to alter.

God loves us more than we can imagine, and He wants what’s good for us.

But how do we let God take control?

It begins with prayer and surrender.

We need to ask God for the courage to let go of our need for control and trust Him completely.

We need to surrender our plans, our fears, and our doubts to Him, and ask Him to guide us in His will.

As we surrender to God, we will experience the power of His love and grace in our journeys.

We will be transformed by His Spirit, and we will begin to see the world in a unique way.

So let’s choose to let go and let God take control.

As we experience true bliss.

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How Christians Should Handle Conflict

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Are you confused about conflict? You are not alone.

As Christians, we are expected to love and show kindness to everyone.

But this doesn’t mean that we should always go along with what they say.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Conflict is a normal part of relationships.

And having genuine arguments is a good thing.

They allow us to see situations from different angles and come closer to one another.

Conflict becomes problematic, however, when it is not handled properly.

This is when it causes a lot of stress and discomfort.

That’s why I want to give you an easy way to approach conflict…

So that both parties always derive some benefit from it.

One of the key principles is to listen actively to the other person’s perspective.

This means truly trying to understand their point of view, without interrupting or becoming defensive.

When we listen to others, we show respect for their opinions and walk one step closer toward resolution.

Another important principle is to speak the truth in love.

We should always be honest with others.

But we must do so in a way that is loving and kind. 

If you are used to avoiding conflict, I understand.

When I was in high school, or even my first few semesters in college, I would also try to escape heated arguments, thinking that was the right thing to do.

But this slowly got me into bad situations, that could have been avoided if I chose to argue with the people around me.

Conflict exists to solve problems.

And there is nothing wrong with arguing with respect and love.

I understand that it can be very difficult, sometimes even awkward in the beginning.

But we should remember that God is on our side.

And that we can always pray for guidance and wisdom.

God will always aid us in navigating conflict in a healthy way that honors Him.

So instead of running away from it, let’s embrace it and evolve our relationships.

Do You Make This Mistake In Your Relationships?

As Christians, we are often taught to show love to the people around us.

And that’s a delightful way to live.

By following God’s Will, we make the world a finer place.

And we assist others in staying on the right path.

But sometimes, we forget something essential.

When we focus too much on others, we sometimes neglect to extend the same kindness to ourselves.

I used to make that mistake in the past.

I went above and beyond to assist everyone else, but I wouldn’t show the same love toward myself.

And this kept me stressed and pressured.

But I was the one who put that pressure on myself.

It took me a long time to realize that I should treat myself like I treated my loved ones.

With empathy, understanding, and compassion.

When I started doing that, my stress began to melt away.

And my mental health recovered.

I want to make sure that you are not making the same mistake.

Remember, our Heavenly Father loves us unconditionally, and we are deserving of that same love.

In the words of the apostle Paul, “Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience” (Colossians 3:12).

When we show ourselves compassion and grace, we follow Jesus’ example.

Jesus understands our struggles and is patient with us, so we should also be patient with ourselves.

Showing ourselves kindness should be taught in every school and every church.

It strengthens our faith and improves our health. 

Practicing self-compassion and self-love can reduce stress, anxiety, and depression.

And it is something that too many people struggle with nowadays.

Treating ourselves kindly allows our minds to relax, making it easier to manage stress and maintain emotional equilibrium. 

By giving ourselves permission to make mistakes, we enable personal growth and resilience.

My fellow Christians, let us strive to treat ourselves with love and kindness, just as our Heavenly Father treats us. 

As we do so, we will experience a deepening of our faith, as well as a profound improvement in our health and well-being.

Remember, you are just as worthy of love as anyone else.

Why Your Local Church Always Boosts Your Mood

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There is nothing more captivating than the beautiful art in the church.

The intricate details, colors, and the emotions that are portrayed in the images are breathtaking.

But they are not just nice to look at.

Art has a profound impact on our spirits.

And scientists are currently catching up to that as well.

This is what they just found out.

Their study revealed that art has many health benefits.

While they focused on digital art viewing, the power of art in our churches is undoubtedly no less impactful.

When we gaze upon the sacred paintings, sculptures, and stained glass windows in our churches, we are reminded of the divine stories they represent. 

These sacred works of art are a visual testament to God’s love and grace.

And they invite us into a deeper, more personal relationship with Him.

For many, church art serves as a source of comfort and inspiration.

It provides solace during challenging times and encourages us to remain steadfast in our faith.

It can also help us feel more connected to our Christian brothers, as we share in the appreciation of these creative expressions of our shared beliefs.

The study also found that individuals with high levels of aesthetic responsiveness experienced more pleasurable and meaningful art experiences. 

This means that by cultivating our sensitivity to the beauty in our churches, we can harness the full potential of art to uplift our spirits.

And we can enhance our mental health.

So the next time you find yourself in the quiet sanctuary of your local church, take a moment to appreciate the beauty that surrounds you. 

Let the sacred art speak to your soul, allowing it to inspire, comfort, and transform you.

Remember, art serves many purposes.

It is an incredible way to bring us closer to God, strengthen our faith, and improve our overall well-being.

What is your favorite piece of art in your local church? Message me in the comments section back and let me know!

God Bless,

The Christian Tech Nerd

Why God Wants You To Be Kind (Even When You Don’t Feel Like It)

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Have you ever been hurt?

Either from a harsh word or a dismissive gesture?

It’s a hurt everyone has experienced

And it’s a hurt that everyone has inflicted at some point or another.

But as followers of Christ, we are tasked to be different.

We are tasked with kindness.

Not just to friends and family, but the more difficult type of kindness

The one that extends to strangers.

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

This verse isn’t a suggestion. 

It’s a divine command.

God showed us the ultimate kindness by sending His son to die for our sins.

We must aim to follow His example.

Often, we just see a fraction of the struggles others are facing.

The grocery store clerk who smiles as she rings up your items may be battling a chronic illness. 

The neighbor who always keeps to himself might be shouldering the weight of deep loneliness.

The colleague who seems irritable could be dealing with a difficult family situation.

These are the unseen battles that every person is going through.

And a simple kind gesture, a warm smile, a genuine compliment, a helping hand, can make a huge difference.

Kindness is a reflection of God’s love.

And it’s not always easy.

This is why it is so much more important that we show it.

We are called to respond with kindness even when it’s tough, even when it’s inconvenient, and even when we don’t feel like it.

Because kindness has the power to break down barriers, mend relationships, and bring healing to hurting hearts.

And it’s especially important to be kind even to those who wrong us.

This is when our faith is tested

When being like Christ is difficult.

So, let’s strive to remain kind, always.

And may God guide us as we strive to reflect His kindness in our daily experiences.