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Beyond the Offense: Walking in Grace Every Day

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I’ve been thinking a lot about grace — not just the kind God gives me (which is endless and overwhelming), but the kind I struggle to give others.

It hit me today while I was standing in line at the grocery store. The cashier was moving slowly, visibly flustered, and my first reaction was frustration. My thoughts weren’t kind. I didn’t say anything harsh out loud, but inside… I was not gracious. And I’ve been carrying that moment around with me all day. Not because it was huge, but because it revealed something in me.

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I want to be someone who extends grace. But if I’m honest, I’m quick to criticize and slow to encourage. I spot flaws faster than I celebrate growth in others.

“Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.” – Ephesians 4:32 (NIV)

This verse has been tugging at my heart all week. God has shown me so much mercy — and I didn’t earn a bit of it. So why is it so hard for me to pass it on? Why do I expect people to be perfect, when I know I’m not?

Prayer 1:


Jesus, help me reflect You. Not just in what I say I believe, but in how I treat people. Make me someone who notices the good, who gives the benefit of the doubt, who’s patient with others the way You’re endlessly patient with me.

I’ve especially noticed how easy it is to be hard on the people closest to me. I snap at my siblings when they annoy me. I judge my friends for choices I don’t agree with. I get irritated when my parents repeat themselves or when my coworker is late — again. And yet, God doesn’t deal with me like that.

“The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.” – Psalm 103:8 (NIV)

I read that and think: How can I possibly mirror that kind of love? But then I remember — it’s not something I can manufacture on my own. It’s the Holy Spirit in me. Without Him, I’m just stuck in my old ways.

Prayer 2:
Holy Spirit, please shape me. Soften the parts of me that are harsh, impatient, and critical. Create in me a heart that is gentle and gracious. I want to grow, even if it means being uncomfortable.

I know I’m not alone in this. Our whole culture encourages us to “speak our truth,” to be brutally honest, to point out what’s wrong in everyone else. But I’m starting to see that sometimes the bravest thing is to hold back criticism, and instead speak words that build others up.

“Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up, according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.” – Ephesians 4:29 (NIV)

I feel convicted reading that. How often do my words actually build others up? Not as often as they should. I gossip sometimes, even if I call it venting. I speak in sarcasm and call it humor. I critique my church instead of praying for it. I highlight what’s lacking instead of celebrating what God is doing.

Prayer 3:
Father, forgive me for using my words carelessly. Help me be someone who speaks life, who encourages more than critiques. Let my mouth be an instrument of grace — not just with friends, but even with strangers.

What’s crazy is that I know grace works. I’ve experienced it. There have been times when I’ve failed, and instead of condemnation, I received love and understanding. Those moments changed me more than any lecture ever could.

So why don’t I lead with grace more often? Maybe it’s pride. Maybe I think people should know better. But then I think of Jesus — how He washed feet, how He forgave from the cross, how He invited sinners to eat with Him.

“But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” – Romans 5:8 (NIV)

He didn’t wait for us to clean up. He loved us right where we were. That humbles me. Because I don’t deserve that kind of love — and yet, I’ve received it every single day.

Prayer 4:
Jesus, make me more like You. Help me stop measuring others by standards I can’t even meet myself. Fill me with compassion. Let Your grace flow through me — not just to me.

I think one of the hardest things is learning to forgive people who don’t apologize, or who don’t even realize they hurt me. But I’ve learned that holding onto offense doesn’t protect me — it poisons me. Grace, on the other hand, frees me.

“Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.” – Colossians 3:13 (NIV)

That’s the standard. Forgive as the Lord forgave me. And how did He forgive me? Fully. Freely. Forever.

Prayer 5:
Lord, give me the strength to forgive when it’s hard. When people don’t say sorry. When they don’t change. When I’m tempted to hold a grudge. I want to live light and free — not weighed down by bitterness.

Tonight, as I sit with all of this, I feel a holy discomfort. God is stretching me. But it’s not out of guilt — it’s out of love. He’s inviting me into a new way of living. A way marked by grace. Not just receiving it, but extending it.

So tomorrow, I want to try again. I want to be slower to speak and quicker to understand. I want to catch myself before I criticize. I want to look for the good. And when I mess up — because I will — I’ll lean into His grace once again.

He’s not asking me to be perfect. He’s asking me to be surrendered.

Thank Goodness GOD Isn’t Fair

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I sat on my bed after reading Luke 6:35 for probably the tenth time thisweek, but this time… it got under my skin. Like, deeply under.

“But love your enemies, do good to them, and lend to them without expecting to get anything back. Then your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, because he is kind to the ungrateful and wicked.” — Luke 6:35

That verse makes me squirm. Not because I don’t love You—but because I don’t love them. The people who ghosted me. The friend who betrayed my trust. The guy who took my kindness and used it like a doormat. And yet, You’re telling me to love them? And not just tolerate them… but do good to them?

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Prayer #1:
Lord, help me be honest about how hard this is. I want to follow You, even when it feels like I’m walking straight into pain.

I always thought fairness was a godly trait. You do good, you get good. Do bad, and well… consequences. But then here comes Jesus, saying, “Love the ones who hurt you. Give without expecting. Be kind to the ungrateful and the wicked.”

That’s not fair.

But You know what’s wild? I’m starting to think… maybe that’s the best thing about You, God.

Because if You were fair, if You gave me what I deserved—I’d be toast. And not the good kind. The burnt, stale kind.

“He does not treat us as our sins deserve or repay us according to our iniquities.” — Psalm 103:10

Prayer #2:
God, thank You for not being fair. Thank You for mercy that flows deeper than my mistakes.

Fairness would have left me out in the cold for all the lies I told in high school, for every time I gossiped to look cool, for the quiet pride I still carry in my chest that whispers, “I’m better than them.”

But grace? Grace says: I see it all… and I still want you.

Prayer #3:
Jesus, make me more like You. Teach me to love people who don’t “deserve” it—because that’s how You love me.

This is the hard truth I keep wrestling with: I’m not the hero in the story. I’m not the one extending grace from a throne of righteousness. I’m the one who needs it. Desperately.

And so when You say, “Be kind to the ungrateful and wicked,” maybe You’re not just talking about them. Maybe You’re talking about me.

Prayer #4:
Break down my pride, Lord. Help me stop seeing myself as better than others. Remind me we’re all standing in need of the same grace.

It’s easy to believe in grace when I’m the one receiving it. It’s way harder when You ask me to give it away like candy—especially to people who don’t even say thank you.

But then I remember… I don’t always say thank you either. I take Your blessings for granted. I doubt Your goodness. I disobey and apologize later like it’s no big deal. And You still love me. You still bless me.

“While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” — Romans 5:8

Prayer #5:
God, let that verse never lose its weight. You loved me while I was sinning. Not after. Not once I cleaned up. Right in the mess.

So when I say, “God isn’t fair,” I don’t mean it in the bitter way some people do. I mean it with relief. Because fair would’ve left me without hope. Fair would’ve cut me off the moment I messed up. But You? You run toward the mess. You meet me with kindness that I didn’t earn.

And now… You’re asking me to do the same. Not because it’s easy. Not even because it feels good. But because it’s how Your Kingdom works.

Prayer #6:
Jesus, give me the courage to love in unfair ways. Help me bless those who curse me. Fill me with Your compassion when mine runs dry.

Today I thought about the person who hurt me the most last year. It still stings. I don’t want to pretend like it didn’t matter. But I also don’t want bitterness to chain me up. I want to be free. And I think freedom is found in that unfair, radical grace You keep showing me.

Prayer #7:
Help me forgive, God. Even if they never apologize. Even if they don’t change. Help me let go, not for them—but for You.

And help me love generously, not because I trust the other person—but because I trust You.

Maybe that’s the real root of this all. Trust. Do I trust You enough to follow You into uncomfortable places? Into unfair love? Into mercy that looks foolish?

I think I’m learning to say yes. One wobbly, messy yes at a time.

Prayer #8:
Father, thank You for loving me so well. Let my life reflect that kind of love, even when it costs me. Especially then.

Thank goodness You aren’t fair, God. Thank goodness You’re good instead.

Parenthood, Not Gay Pride: Children Deserve a Mom and Dad

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I’m so mad I can barely think straight. I don’t even want to write right now, but I feel like I have to. If I don’t pour this out to God, I might explode.

Everywhere I turn — social media, news, even some churches — they’re pushing this idea that any kind of family is okay. That love is love. That it doesn’t matter if a child has a mom and a dad, or two dads, or two moms, or who even knows what else. And I know I’m supposed to be kind and tolerant, but when I see God’s design being flipped upside down, it stirs something in me that I can’t ignore.

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I feel alone sometimes in what I believe. Like if I open my mouth and say what’s on my heart, I’ll be labeled a bigot or hateful. But I’m not hateful. I care. That’s why it makes me so angry — because kids are being robbed of something sacred. They need both a mother and a father. That’s how God made it.

“So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.” – Genesis 1:27 (NKJV)

I believe this down to my bones. God made man and woman on purpose. It wasn’t random. It was intentional. Masculinity and femininity reflect different aspects of God’s character. And a child raised by both a mom and a dad gets the chance to learn from both — to be nurtured and challenged, comforted and protected. That balance matters.

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Lord, I’m angry right now. But underneath that anger is grief. I feel like the world is calling evil good and good evil. Please help me respond with both truth and grace. Give me boldness, but also wisdom. Don’t let my frustration become sin. Help me speak Your truth in love.

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Today I saw a video of two men adopting a baby. The comments were full of applause — people calling them brave, calling it beautiful. I couldn’t help but feel sick to my stomach. Not because I hate them — I don’t. I actually feel sad for them. But also sad for the baby. That child will never know the warmth of a mother’s embrace. And we’re supposed to just smile and say “love is love”? I can’t.

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

I want to scream. I want to ask people — don’t you see what’s happening? This isn’t just about opinions. This is about children’s lives. This is about foundational truths. This is about God’s order being traded in for chaos.

But when I speak up, I get told I’m judgmental. That Jesus would accept everyone. And yes, He did welcome everyone, but He also told them to go and sin no more. He never compromised truth just to keep the peace.

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Jesus, help me love like You. You never backed down from truth, and You never stopped loving. That’s the kind of boldness I want — one rooted in Your Spirit. I don’t want to be self-righteous, but I also refuse to go silent. Give me courage to speak when it’s uncomfortable. Help me stand for children and for Your design, even if the world hates me for it.

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I don’t hate gay people. I don’t wish them harm. But I’m tired of being forced to say that their version of family is equal to what God created. It’s not. I won’t pretend that it is. Not because I’m mean — but because I believe God’s way is best.

“Have you not read that He who made them at the beginning ‘made them male and female,’ and said, ‘For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife’?” – Matthew 19:4-5

Jesus said that. Not Paul, not Moses — Jesus. That’s all the confirmation I need. Marriage is between a man and a woman. And children deserve to grow up under that covenant, not some modern substitute.

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God, I confess that I’ve been afraid to talk about this. I don’t want to lose friends. I don’t want to be mocked or misunderstood. But I also don’t want to betray You by going silent. Please give me strength. Let my convictions come from Your Word, not my emotions. And let my emotions be sanctified by truth.

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I think part of my anger comes from fear, if I’m honest. I wonder what kind of world I’ll raise my future children in. Will they be taught that biology doesn’t matter? That two dads are the same as a mom and a dad? That feelings define reality?

It terrifies me. I don’t want my kids growing up in a world that erases God’s fingerprints from creation.

“Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.” – Proverbs 22:6

But how can we train children in the way of the Lord if we’re teaching them lies from the start? That their mother is optional? That their father is replaceable? God help us.

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Father, protect the next generation. Raise up moms and dads who will fight for their families, who will model Your love, who won’t compromise. And for those children who grow up without both parents, bring healing. Be their Father. Be their hope. But let us never stop upholding Your design, even when culture tries to rewrite it.

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I cried earlier. Just sat in my car and cried because I feel so heavy with this. I don’t want to be angry. I want to be hopeful. But I can’t pretend everything’s fine when it’s not.

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” – John 10:10

That’s what keeps me going. Jesus came to restore what was broken. That includes families. That includes our culture. That includes me.

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Jesus, bring revival. Let truth rise up again in this land. Let churches stop watering down Your Word just to avoid controversy. Let us not be ashamed of the gospel — not in our homes, not in public, not anywhere. Help me love fiercely, but also stand firmly. You are truth, and I won’t trade You for comfort.

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I’m still angry. But I think now I’m also a little more grounded. I needed this time with God. I needed to write this all down — the fire, the fear, the frustration. I may be 24, but I feel like I’ve lived a lifetime already trying to make sense of a world that doesn’t want truth.

But I still believe. I still trust His plan. And I will not stay silent.

When Doing Good Gets Hard

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The world feels so far from God, so blind to truth. It’s like I’m watching everything I once believed to be sacred get mocked, twisted, and cast aside. Morality is now “hate,” and sin is celebrated as “love.” Sometimes I feel like I’m screaming into the void, trying to shine light in a world that only wants darkness.

I walked downtown today to grab a coffee and journal a bit, hoping I could clear my head and maybe find some peace in nature. But the streets were filled with rainbow flags again. I get it—people feel empowered, seen, heard. But it breaks my heart to see how normalized sin has become. It’s everywhere: on billboards, TV shows, clothing lines, even kids’ cartoons. And no one blinks anymore. What’s wrong is right, and what’s right is “intolerant.” I can’t understand how we’ve fallen this far.

Scripture 1:

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

Lord, is this not exactly what we’re living through?

Prayer 1:
God, I feel like I’m drowning in a world that has forgotten You. Please strengthen my heart. Let me not grow bitter or cold, but filled with Your truth and compassion. Help me to keep standing in Your Word, even when the world calls me hateful. You know my heart, Lord. Keep it pure.

I saw a group of young women my age laughing and taking selfies with signs promoting abortion “rights.” They looked so proud—so confident. I had to look away. The idea of ending life and calling it “freedom” makes me sick. I don’t hate them, Lord. I truly don’t. But I mourn for the babies, and I mourn for the lies these women have been fed. They’ve been told they’re empowered, but they’re only being led deeper into darkness.

Scripture 2:

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

Each baby is a soul, a creation of God. How have we come to treat life like a burden instead of a blessing?

Prayer 2:
Father, my heart is broken for the unborn. For every child whose voice was never heard, who never saw sunlight or felt a mother’s embrace. Have mercy on us, Lord. Have mercy on this generation. Open our eyes to the value of life, and help me be a voice of love, not condemnation.

I feel like I’m constantly walking this tightrope—how do I speak truth without sounding cruel? How do I love like Jesus when my beliefs are seen as outdated and oppressive?

Even at church, I feel a shift. Some pastors are watering down the gospel to keep people comfortable. I understand wanting to reach people, but not at the expense of truth. Jesus was never afraid to speak hard truths. He flipped tables. He called sin what it was. But He also loved fiercely. I want to be like that. I have to be like that.

Scripture 3:

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

Even if the whole world shifts, I won’t. I can’t.

Prayer 3:
Jesus, help me not to conform. Even when I feel alone, remind me that You were hated too. You stood for truth and love in perfect harmony. Give me boldness to do the same. Let my life reflect You—even if I lose friends, status, or comfort along the way.

Sometimes I wish I lived in a different time—a time when Christian values were the norm and not the exception. But maybe I’m here for a reason. Maybe God placed me in this moment, in this broken world, for a purpose. Maybe I was born for such a time as this.

Scripture 4:

“And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?” – Esther 4:14

I don’t feel royal most days. I feel weak and small and tired. But God uses the weak. He always has.

Prayer 4:
Lord, if You can use someone like Esther, You can use me. Let me be a light in this darkness. Let me be salt in a tasteless world. And when I feel like giving up, hold me tighter. You are my strength when I have none.

I think what hurts most is that many people think I’m hateful just because I believe in biblical truth. But my heart aches for this generation. I want people to know they were made for more. That sex isn’t love. That pleasure isn’t purpose. That there is a better way—and His name is Jesus.

I know I’m not perfect. I have my own sins, my own struggles. But I’m forgiven, redeemed, and called to live differently.

Scripture 5:

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

I may be small, but I’m not invisible. I can shine. Even if the world doesn’t like it.

Prayer 5:
Jesus, let me be that city on a hill. Let my light shine—not so people see me, but so they see You. Give me courage to speak when I’m scared, to love when I’m angry, to stand when it would be easier to sit down. Help me never give up on Your truth, no matter what the world says.

Tonight, I’m ending this day with both tears and hope.

I know the road ahead won’t be easy. The darkness will keep getting louder. But so will my light. I wasn’t called to be comfortable—I was called to be faithful.

So I’ll keep sharing the gospel. I’ll keep praying for hearts to change. I’ll keep leading by example—quietly, boldly, consistently. Even if it costs me everything.

Jesus gave everything for me.

I can’t give Him any less.

– Amen.

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.