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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.

Making Sense of God’s Eternality

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I can’t stop thinking about how amazing it is that God already knows what I’m going to pray—even before I think the words. Like, He sees the prayers I don’t even speak out loud. The ones that just kind of hang in the quiet places of my heart. The messy, confused, tangled-up thoughts that never become words… He knows all of it. And even more than that, He knows what I could’ve said but didn’t.

I keep coming back to this verse:

“Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely.” – Psalm 139:4 (NIV)

That just stuns me. God completely knows my words before I say them. Every hidden thought. Every half-formed sentence I never prayed because I didn’t feel bold enough or didn’t know how to say it right.

Prayer 1:


God, I’m so thankful You don’t require perfection in my prayers. You’re not waiting for polished speeches or eloquent phrases. You’re just waiting for me. Thank You for seeing me, even when I’m quiet.

Today, I caught myself in this weird in-between state—like I was on the edge of praying but didn’t know how. I was walking to work, headphones in, but my mind was somewhere else. I wasn’t even speaking out loud, but I was feeling this deep, unspoken longing. A mix of anxiety and hope, all twisted up. And I realized: that was a prayer. Maybe not in the traditional sense, but it was.

“And the Holy Spirit helps us in our weakness. For example, we don’t know what God wants us to pray for. But the Holy Spirit prays for us with groanings that cannot be expressed in words.” – Romans 8:26 (NLT)

Prayer 2:


Holy Spirit, thank You for praying on my behalf when I don’t even know what to ask for. I’m learning that even my groans, my silence, my sighs—you translate all of that into something beautiful before the Father.

Isn’t that wild? That God understands our groanings—even our confusion, our aching, our wordless cries? I think I’ve always felt this pressure to come to Him with a full prayer “ready.” Like, prepared. But I’m realizing He’s already leaning in. Already listening.

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And here’s the part that hit me the hardest tonight: not only does God hear my prayers before I speak them, He also knows how they’ll be answered. Like—He’s already there. In the moment when I’m crying out, in the waiting, and even in the outcome. He’s already standing in the future I can’t see.

“I make known the end from the beginning, from ancient times, what is still to come.” – Isaiah 46:10 (NIV)

That verse gives me so much peace. He sees the beginning and the end at once. He knows how I’ll respond when He says “yes,” or “not yet,” or even “no.” That’s so hard for me to process—because I barely know how I’ll feel tomorrow.

Prayer 3:


God, I trust that You are in all the places I haven’t reached yet. Help me surrender the need to control how I pray, what I ask, and how You’ll respond. I want to believe You’re writing a story that is better than my own plans.

I think about all the prayers I’ve never dared to pray—because I was afraid they’d go unanswered. Or worse, that I’d be disappointed. But the more I sit with this truth, the more I realize… He knows even those. The ones I bury, the ones I edit in my mind, the ones I rehearse and never say.

“Your Father knows what you need before you ask Him.” – Matthew 6:8 (ESV)

That verse is so comforting, but also a little humbling. God doesn’t need the prayer to know my heart. Yet He invites me to pray. Not because He’s uninformed, but because He’s relational.

Prayer 4:


Father, thank You for knowing what I need before I do. I don’t want to come to You just for answers—I want to come because You are the answer. Teach me to enjoy Your presence, not just Your provision.

Tonight, I’m wrestling with a decision I haven’t said out loud yet. It’s about whether I should take that opportunity to move. I haven’t talked to anyone about it seriously. I haven’t even really prayed about it out loud. But God knows. I know He knows. He sees the restless questions in my chest. The fears, the hopes. And it’s comforting—no, it’s freeing—to realize I don’t have to say the perfect prayer for Him to act in love.

“Even before they call, I will answer; while they are still speaking, I will hear.” – Isaiah 65:24 (NIV)

That’s the God I love. He’s already answering while I’m still forming the thought. He’s not waiting for me to perform. He’s just waiting for me to turn toward Him—even slightly.

Prayer 5:


Jesus, You are closer than my breath. You answer even when I don’t know the right words. I give You my silence, my fears, my thoughts—because I trust You can do more with them than I ever could.

So… here I am. Writing this down. Not because I have it all figured out, but because I want to remember. I want to remember this quiet confidence that’s starting to bloom in me. The truth that You already know. You already hear. You already care.

Even when I don’t pray the prayer out loud—You’re still listening.
Even when I hold it back—You still see it.
Even when I don’t know what to ask—You still answer in love.

And that changes everything.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What happened, God?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe this decline is really a refining.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until every knee bows, I’ll keep standing.

Sacred Heartbeats: Lifting the Unborn in Prayer

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

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

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

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

So I started praying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And lastly, I prayed for myself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because I believe it matters.

And I believe they matter — every single one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

1. Praise – Start with who He is.

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

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

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

2. Confession – Clear the air.

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

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

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

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

3. Thanksgiving – Gratitude shifts everything.

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

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

Today, I thanked Him for:

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

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

4. Intercession – Praying for others.

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

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

Tonight I prayed for:

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

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

5. Petition – Bring your needs to Him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tonight’s Prayer:

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

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