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Living in the Light of God’s Gifts

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I’ve been reflecting on Psalm 9:1–2, which keeps circling back in my spirit: “I will give thanks to the LORD with all my heart; I will tell of all Your wonders. I will be glad and exult in You; I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High.” Those words have wrapped around my day like a warm shawl, reminding me gently but firmly that gratitude isn’t just a feeling—it’s a posture, a choice to live with my eyes open to God’s goodness. Tonight, I want to sit quietly in this space and acknowledge the beauty of the gifts God has placed in my life.

It’s strange how quickly I forget the wonders that God has already done. One moment I’m overflowing with praise, and the next, I’m tangled in worry over something fleeting or small. But today God slowed me down—almost as if He whispered, “Look again.” And when I looked, I saw His fingerprints everywhere.

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The first thing I felt Him nudging me to remember was the gift of salvation—Christ’s precious offering. Sometimes the cross becomes so familiar that it stops shaking me the way it should. But today I imagined again what it meant for Jesus to willingly step into my place, to carry every ounce of sin, shame, and brokenness so that I could stand clean and beloved before the Father. When I consider any hardship I’m facing, it truly is microscopic next to what He bore for me.

I found myself whispering a quiet prayer:
“Lord Jesus, thank You for saving me. Thank You for loving me enough to endure the cross, the pain, the isolation, and the weight of the world’s sin. Help me never take this gift lightly. Let my life reflect the magnitude of what You’ve done.”

Sometimes I forget how personal salvation really is. It’s not just a theological concept; it’s the very reason I can breathe hope. The cross reminds me that no matter what today looks like—or what tomorrow brings—I belong to Him. And belonging to Him means nothing is wasted.

As I thought about salvation, I also felt overwhelmed by the assurance of God’s love. Scripture tells me plainly in 1 John 4:16, “God is love, and the one who abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him.” But even more striking is Romans 8:31–39, which tells me that absolutely nothing—no fear, no failure, no darkness, no spiritual attack, no heartbreak—can separate me from His love.

But still, when storms come, I start to doubt. I ask God if He sees me, if He cares, if He’s listening. And every time, He patiently reminds me that His love is not dependent on my circumstances. It’s woven into His very nature. It cannot be undone. Knowing this should anchor me, but I find I need to remind myself again and again.

Tonight I prayed:
“Father, anchor me in Your love. Let it be the foundation beneath my feet and the light before my steps. Teach me to trust Your heart even when I cannot trace Your hand.”

Something softened in me after that prayer. It was as if God gently brushed away the worry I had been clutching so tightly.

Then my thoughts turned to the gift of answered prayer. I’ve always loved that God invites me to talk to Him about everything—not just the “holy” things but the messy things, the confusing things, the trivial things, the things I’m embarrassed to admit even to myself. He listens without exhaustion, without impatience, without judgment. He is not just able to help me; He knows the best way to do it.

Today, I realized how many of my prayers—some whispered with tears, some shouted in fear, some simply breathed with hope—have already been answered, even if not in the way I expected. Looking back, I see a trail of God’s faithfulness I never would have recognized at the time. Moments I thought were delays were actually protection. Moments I thought were silence were actually preparation.

I wrote this prayer in the margin of my Bible:
“Lord, thank You for hearing me. Thank You for every yes, every no, and every not yet. Give me the faith to bring everything to You, and the patience to wait for Your best.”

What a blessing it is to be heard by the Creator of the universe. It is something I never want to take for granted.

And yet, even with these gifts—salvation, love, answered prayer—God never promised a life without adversity. Sometimes I wish He did, but then I remember Romans 8:28: “And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.” I’ve clung to that verse more times than I can count. The knowledge that God can bring good out of anything—even the things that break me—changes the way I walk through trials.

Lately I’ve been facing a few challenges that I don’t fully understand. I’ve questioned God, cried out to Him, even tried to reason with Him as if I know more than He does. But tonight I felt a sense of surrender rising in me. Not the defeated kind of surrender, but the peaceful kind that comes from remembering exactly who God is. He’s a Father. A shepherd. A healer. A protector. A promise-maker and promise-keeper. The One who sees the entire story while I only see a single page.

As I wrote these reflections, I felt compelled to pray:
“Father, I submit myself to You. Thank You for Your wisdom, even when I don’t understand it. Thank You for shaping me through trials, not to harm me but to strengthen my faith. Help me trust that You will accomplish Your purpose in me.”

Writing those words felt like placing a heavy stone at the feet of Jesus and choosing not to pick it up again.

I think a thankful heart is less about counting blessings and more about recognizing God’s presence woven through everything. Gratitude isn’t ignoring pain; it’s acknowledging God in the midst of it. It’s saying, “Lord, I see Your hand even here.”

As I sit here tonight, I’m realizing that living in the light of God’s gifts doesn’t mean I pretend everything is perfect. It means I choose to believe that God is present, active, and loving even when life feels unclear. It means I remember that adversity is not abandonment. Hardships are not punishment. Tests are not signs that I’ve been forgotten—they are invitations to trust God more deeply.

And so I want to end tonight with one more prayer, written softly from the depths of my heart:

“Gracious Father, thank You for the blessings You’ve poured into my life—salvation, love, the gift of prayer, and the promise that You bring good out of every circumstance. Teach me to live fully in the light of these gifts. Help me walk with gratitude, rest in Your love, and trust Your purposes even when I don’t understand them. Keep my heart surrendered, my faith steady, and my spirit anchored in You. In Jesus’ name, amen.”

Tonight I feel a quiet peace settling over me—a peace that reminds me that God’s gifts are not abstract concepts; they are living truths shaping every moment of my life. And for that, I am deeply, deeply thankful.

From Idle to Inspired: Overcome The Temptation of Laziness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So today, I fight back.


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

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

Amen.

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Echoes of a Prayer: Finding Meaning in the Hail Mary

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Today I sat with a prayer I used to avoid.

I’ve heard it whispered in cathedrals, chanted by rosary beads, and mumbled in funeral homes. The Hail Mary—a prayer that once made me uneasy. Not because of its words, but because of the way others react when you mention it, especially outside of Catholic circles.

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But the truth is… I’m done apologizing for reverence.

“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee…”

This prayer begins with Scripture. Luke 1:28. Gabriel didn’t greet Mary with a casual “Hey.” He called her “full of grace.” That’s not flattery. That’s Heaven’s assessment. And I think that matters. When God chooses someone to carry the Savior, you don’t ignore that person just because it makes your theology uncomfortable.

I was raised in a non-denominational church. We didn’t “do” Mary. We skipped over her after the nativity scene like she was a prop, not a person. And yet… she was the first to say yes to Jesus. Before Peter preached at Pentecost. Before Paul wrote Romans. Before John baptized anybody. It was Mary who said yes to God in the silence of her womb and the scandal of her culture.

I pray the Hail Mary now not because I idolize her—but because I see her courage. I honor her “yes.”

“Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word.” – Luke 1:38

Mary wasn’t just obedient—she was brave. Brave enough to carry shame in a society that would stone her for premarital pregnancy. Brave enough to raise the Son of God knowing He was born to die. Her yes came with a sword—“a sword will pierce through your own soul also” (Luke 2:35)—and she still gave it.

Obedience is not cheap. It will cost your pride, your comfort, your reputation. And yet we still hesitate to honor the one who bore the cost before us? That’s fear. That’s pride. That’s arrogance masquerading as orthodoxy.

“Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.”

This is Elizabeth speaking in Luke 1:42, under the anointing of the Holy Spirit. It’s praise. It’s prophetic. It’s the Spirit of God acknowledging that Mary’s womb was holy. That her obedience brought forth the Redeemer. Why are we afraid to repeat what Scripture declares?

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Every time I pray the Hail Mary, I think about how inconvenient it was for Mary to obey God. And yet, how quickly I make excuses when God tells me to forgive someone, or to speak truth when it’s uncomfortable. Mary’s story puts me in check. She reminds me that surrender to God always carries a price—but also, an eternal reward.

And maybe that’s why some people resist her. She convicts them without saying a word.

The final part of the prayer—“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death”—that’s the part that usually stirs controversy. “Why pray to Mary?” they ask. But here’s the thing: we’re not praying to Mary like she’s God. We’re asking for her intercession—like I would ask a prayer partner to lift me up.

If I believe the saints are alive in Christ (Romans 8:38-39), if I believe that we’re surrounded by a “great cloud of witnesses” (Hebrews 12:1), then why would I deny the reality that Mary, glorified and reigning with Christ, hears us through the Spirit?

She’s not my Savior—but she carried mine. I won’t worship her, but I will walk in her footsteps of obedience.

Tonight, I prayed the Hail Mary with full sincerity.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners…”
And I felt peace—not idolatry, not distance from God—but deep, maternal peace. A peace that reminds me that God uses the humble. That God honors the lowly. That God calls us to impossible things and gives us His grace to do them.

Jesus is the center of this prayer. He always was. Even when we’re saying Mary’s name, the miracle in her womb—the reason she’s “blessed among women”—was Him.

“The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory…” – John 1:14

I’m not interested in soft Christianity that avoids anything uncomfortable. I’m not scared to look “too Catholic” if the words I’m saying are soaked in Scripture and full of truth. I’m not here to fit into a denomination. I’m here to know God.

And if a young woman in Nazareth could say yes to God at the cost of everything, then I can too.

So I’m going to keep praying the Hail Mary—not to be edgy, not to be pious, but because I see in it the echoes of God’s glory. Because I want my “yes” to carry weight like hers did. Because I’m learning that God’s story is bigger than our categories.

And because obedience—real, reverent obedience—is always worth it.

God,
Thank You for choosing the humble. Thank You for using Mary as a vessel to bring forth the Savior of the world. Help me never to shrink away from reverence. Teach me to honor what You honor, to love what You love. Give me the courage to say yes, even when it costs me everything.

May I carry Christ within me—not physically like Mary—but spiritually, through obedience, surrender, and bold faith.

I ask for the prayers of those who have gone before me, and I rest in the truth that Christ is always the center of every holy thing.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

Living Without Lies: A Christian’s Duty to Speak Truth

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I can feel the Lord’s presence, and it comforts me more than I can explain. My heart is full, but there’s also this lingering conviction I can’t ignore. God has been pressing something on me all day, through my quiet time this morning, my conversation with a friend over coffee, and even during that awkward moment at work when I laughed at something I knew I shouldn’t have. I think I’m finally understanding: God is calling me to a deeper honesty. Not just the absence of lying… but full, raw, truthfulness—in all things.

I don’t know why it hit so hard this morning. Maybe because I’ve always thought of myself as a pretty honest person. I don’t steal, I don’t tell outrageous lies, I don’t deceive people—at least not on purpose. But honesty isn’t just about not lying, is it?

It’s about integrity. Transparency. Vulnerability.
And I think I’ve been cutting corners with all three.

Ephesians 4:25:
“Therefore each of you must put off falsehood and speak truthfully to your neighbor, for we are all members of one body.”

That verse wouldn’t let go of me. It’s not a suggestion. It’s a command. If I’m part of Your body, if I represent Christ, then I don’t have the option to hide behind half-truths, people-pleasing, or pretending I’m okay when I’m not. You’ve commanded me—not recommended—to speak truthfully.

I think about how often I smile and say “I’m good” when I’m not. How I keep things from my family so they won’t worry. Or how I try to clean myself up emotionally before I come to You in prayer, like I need to get my act together first. But that’s not what You want, is it?

You want me real. And raw. Even messy.

Prayer:
God, forgive me for the ways I’ve hidden behind niceties or avoided uncomfortable truths. I want to be honest—with You, with the people I love, and even with myself. Thank You that I don’t have to pretend with You. You already know me inside out (Psalm 139:1-4). Help me walk in truth, even when it costs me pride or comfort. Amen.

I think the hardest thing for me right now is being honest with myself about where I’m still growing. About the areas I try to gloss over or rationalize. Like how I sometimes water down conversations about You when I’m around people who don’t believe. Or when I make excuses for not spending time in the Word because I’m “too tired” when really, I just don’t feel like facing conviction.

But You’ve reminded me over and over again: Honesty is the foundation of relationship.
You can’t have intimacy with someone you’re constantly trying to impress or hide from.

That’s why being honest with GOD matters so much. Because if I can’t be truthful my creator… how could I ever expect to be truthful with others about God’s presence in my life?

I remembered what David wrote in Psalm 51:6:
“Behold, You desire truth in the inward parts, and in the hidden part You will make me to know wisdom.”

Truth in the inward parts. That’s deep.
That’s not just honesty in what I say—it’s honesty in how I live. Honesty in my motivations. In my worship. In my repentance.

And the amazing part is… when I bring that truth to You, You don’t reject me. You refine me. You heal me.

Prayer:
Jesus, You are the Truth (John 14:6). Make me like You. Let truth dwell so deeply in me that it transforms how I live and love. Guard my mouth from deceit. Teach me to love truth even when it’s hard. Give me courage to speak it in love to others (Ephesians 4:15), and grace when others speak truth to me. Amen.

I talked to Sarah about this over coffee today. She admitted she’s been struggling too—especially with how hard it is to be honest with non-Christian friends about what we believe. It’s tempting to soften the edges of the gospel to make it more palatable. But You didn’t call us to be popular, Lord. You called us to be faithful.

Proverbs 12:22 says:
“The Lord detests lying lips, but he delights in people who are trustworthy.”

I want to be someone You delight in. Not someone who plays it safe or dances around truth to avoid awkwardness.

I think about how Jesus spoke truth everywhere He went. And not just comfortable truth. He called out hypocrisy. He told people to repent. He even challenged His closest friends when they were out of line. And yet, people still followed Him—because He was full of grace and truth (John 1:14). I want that balance in my own life.

I don’t want to be harsh or self-righteous. But I don’t want to be lukewarm or vague either. The world doesn’t need another nice girl who’s too scared to talk about Jesus. The world needs light. The world needs truth. The world needs You.

So Lord, help me to be honest—really honest—about who You are, what You’ve done in my life, and what it means to follow You. Let my testimony be filled with truth, even if it’s messy. Even if it’s awkward. Even if it makes people uncomfortable. Because the truth is the only thing that can set people free (John 8:32).

Prayer:
God, give me holy boldness. Make me brave enough to be honest when I share the gospel. Help me love people enough to tell them the truth, even if it costs me something. Fill my heart with compassion, not compromise. Let my life point to You in truth and love. Amen.

I can’t believe how much God has shown me today. God never stops pursuing my heart. And even when God corrects me, it feels like love. Thank You for being so patient with me Lord. Thank You for caring more about my soul than my comfort.

I know this journey won’t be easy. There will be moments I’ll want to shrink back or stay quiet. But I also know God promised to be with me.

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

That’s all I need to keep walking in truth.
The Lord will strengthen me.
God helps me.
God holds me up.

So here I am, Lord.
All of me.
The good, the messy, the in-between.

No pretending. No performing.
Just me.
Just truth.
Just Yours.

Final Prayer:
God, thank You for calling me to truth—not to shame me, but to free me. Thank You that honesty leads to healing, intimacy, and growth. Make me a woman of integrity. A woman of Your Word. A woman unafraid of truth because I know who holds it. Use my honesty to glorify You and to point others to the One who is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. In Jesus’ holy name, Amen.

Thank you, Lord.
I love You more than anything.
And today… I love You with honesty.

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.

Unwelcome Convictions: How Progressive Ideology Intolerantly, and Hatefully, Targets Christians

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Today, my heart is heavy.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the world I’m living in. The way things are shifting — so quickly, so radically. It seems like each time I open my phone or scroll through headlines, there’s a new attack — not just on Christianity in general, but on those of us who actually try to live by the Word of God.

I’ve seen it in the classroom, in the workplace, even in family conversations. There’s this growing hostility — a sharp edge in the air — toward people who hold to biblical convictions. Somehow, we’ve gone from being seen as “old-fashioned” to being labeled as hateful, bigoted, even dangerous.

The irony is painful. The very people who preach tolerance and acceptance can’t seem to tolerate us. Not when we speak truth. Not when we draw lines. Not when we stand on the authority of Scripture rather than the ever-changing winds of cultural approval.

But Jesus told us this would happen.

In John 15:18-19, He said:

“If the world hates you, know that it has hated Me before it hated you. If you were of the world, the world would love you as its own; but because you are not of the world… therefore the world hates you.”

It still stings though. I’m not made of stone. I don’t enjoy being misunderstood or misrepresented. I don’t like being called names just because I believe God created two genders, that marriage is between a man and a woman, that life begins in the womb, or that Jesus is the only way to salvation.

But those are the “unwelcome convictions” that make progressive ideology bristle. They want a Christianity that conforms. A Jesus who agrees with their worldview. A Gospel stripped of repentance and truth. But that’s not real Christianity. That’s a counterfeit.

I read Isaiah 5:20 this morning, and it hit hard:

“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil,
who put darkness for light and light for darkness,
who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!”

That’s exactly what’s happening. We’re watching good be labeled as evil. Biblical love — the kind that tells the truth, even when it hurts — is being rebranded as “hate speech.” And evil is paraded in the name of “progress.” But it’s not progress if it walks away from God — it’s rebellion.

I had a conversation yesterday that’s still sitting with me. A friend from college messaged me out of the blue and asked why I “support oppression” because I’m still vocal about my faith. She said Christianity has caused pain and should evolve to reflect modern values. I tried to answer with gentleness and grace, but she wasn’t interested in a dialogue — just a monologue of outrage.

I wanted to cry afterward. Not because she disagreed with me — but because she’s blind and doesn’t even know it. And because deep down, I know the more I stand firm, the more opposition I’ll face.

But I can’t compromise truth just to be accepted. That’s not what Jesus did. That’s not what the apostles did. That’s not what faithful believers have ever done.

2 Timothy 3:12 warns us:

“Indeed, all who desire to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted.”

It’s not an if, it’s a when. And honestly, the more I reflect on that, the more peace I find. If they hated Him, they’ll hate us too. If they nailed truth to a cross, why would we expect to be applauded for proclaiming it?

This world isn’t our home. We’re ambassadors. Pilgrims. Salt and light in a culture that prefers decay and darkness.

Still… it hurts.

So tonight, I brought all of this before the Lord. I lit a candle, opened my Bible, and just sat quietly. And I prayed:

“Lord, give me courage. Not the kind that shouts or fights, but the kind that stands firm in the storm. Help me love those who hate what I believe. Help me speak truth in a world addicted to lies. Forgive me for the moments I’ve been silent to avoid conflict. Let me never be ashamed of the Gospel. Remind me, Jesus, that You were rejected first — and that in You, I have everything I need to endure. Let my life be marked not by fear, but by faithfulness. Amen.”

I feel calmer now. Not because things are better, but because I’ve laid them at His feet.

This isn’t the first time in history Christians have been despised. The early church faced imprisonment, exile, and even death. And yet the Gospel spread. Light always overcomes darkness.

I think about Paul and Silas singing hymns in a prison cell. About Stephen forgiving those who stoned him. About Jesus praying for the ones who nailed Him to a cross. That’s the spirit I want. Not bitterness. Not fear. Just bold, beautiful obedience.

It’s tempting to retreat. To go silent. To blend in. But then I remember Romans 1:16:

“For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes…”

This is why I have to keep speaking. Keep loving. Keep living in such a way that even those who hate my convictions will see something different — something divine.

If progressives can’t tolerate Christians, it may not be because we’re doing something wrong… but because we’re finally doing something right.

So I’ll press on. With truth in my mouth. Love in my heart. And Jesus at my side.

This world may reject me. But He never will.

And that’s enough.

Serving Others Like This Pushes You Further Away From God

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Scripture is full of verses about serving others.

Take a look at Ephesians 6:7, for example: “Serve wholeheartedly, as if you were serving the Lord, not people.”

Or Hebrews 13:16: “And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased.”

It is clear that God wants us to support other people.

And that serving others means we are also serving the Lord.

However, let me ask you a question.

If your neighbor asked to spend your whole weekend painting his house, would you do it?

What if your old relative reached out because he wanted someone to drive him around for a week?

It starts becoming ridiculous at some point

Serving others when you don’t really want to can make you hateful.

And it can push you away from God’s path.

So what are you supposed to do?

Well, as they say, the Devil lies in the details.

The key to serving others the right way is to know the extent you are willing to go.

Before you try to assist other people ask yourself what you want.

Try this mental exercise…..

If no one judged you for pleasing yourself, what would you like to do?

This is a question that seems “taboo” for Christians.

But let’s take a look at Ephesians 6:7 again: “Serve wholeheartedly, as if you were serving the Lord, not people.”

The word “wholeheartedly” is also a part of the verse.

We have to serve others because of the goodness in our hearts, not out of necessity.

The simplest way to do that is by knowing what makes you happy.

In other words, understand your own boundaries and desires.

When you are satisfied with your decisions, you can support people in need without resentment.

So the next time someone asks you for a favor, don’t feel guilty if you want to say “no.”

Consider your own desires first.

And be brave enough to speak your mind.

Otherwise, we are just people-pleasers, not Christians.

God Bless!

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An Unusual Way To Deepen Your Faith

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God has given us a lot of blessings.

Including the ability to create and appreciate art.

Art is an incredible way to express your true feelings in ways that words can’t.

But did you know that it can also be an incredible tool to deepen your faith and connect with God?

It’s true.

Throughout the Sacred Texts, we see examples of art being used to glorify God and express our love for Him.

In Exodus 31, God tells Moses to choose Bezalel, a skilled artisan, to create the artwork for the tabernacle.

In Psalm 33 3, we are encouraged to sing, play skillfully, and shout for joy.

When we engage in artistic activities like painting, drawing, or playing music, we are tapping into that divine spark within us.

We are using the talents and abilities that God has given us to create something beautiful and meaningful.

And in doing so, we are glorifying Him and deepening our faith.

When we create art that reflects God’s beauty and love, we are expressing our faith in a unique way. 

Throughout history, many of the greatest works of art have been inspired by Christian themes and beliefs.

Art is not just for “professionals.”

Anyone can engage in artistic activities.

Whether it’s painting a picture, writing a poem, or playing an instrument, art can be anything.

By tapping into our creative energy, we can connect with God and express ourselves in a way that is pleasing to Him.

So if you’re looking for more ways to deepen your faith and connect with God, I encourage you to try incorporating art into your daily routine. 

Take some time to reflect on the beauty of God’s creation, and let that inspire you to create something beautiful of your own.

It is okay if what you create has flaws.

Actually, it is supposed to.

The point is to express yourself in different ways.

Why don’t you try it?

And if you need some guidance.

See why creating art is easier than you think.

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Just Do This To Be More Like Christ

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As a young Christian woman living in a world of social media, one of the most common questions I hear is, “How can I become more like Christ?”

There are many ways to answer this question, but one of the most robust ways we have is our own self-talk.

What we say to ourselves on a regular basis can have a significant impact on our thoughts, feelings, and activities.

That’s why I want to talk to you about the power of labeling yourself with godly traits.

When we label ourselves with godly traits, we are essentially speaking God’s truth over our journeys.

Instead of allowing negative self-talk to take over, we are intentionally choosing to focus on the positive attributes that God has given us.

This can include traits such as love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control, which are the fruits of the Spirit.

Scripture tells us that we are transformed by the renewing of our minds. (Romans 12: 2)

When we label ourselves with good traits, we are actively changing our minds and aligning our thoughts with God’s truth.

And we are reminding ourselves that we should strive to be more like Christ and the identity that God has given us as His children.

When we identify ourselves as patient, for example, we are more likely to exhibit patience in our interactions with others.

When we identify ourselves as loving, we are more likely to show love to those around us.

By focusing on these positive qualities, we are creating a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts, where our thoughts and behaviors align with the labels we have chosen for ourselves.

Too many people nowadays think negatively about themselves.

They take on too much responsibility and blame themselves for everything.

But this isn’t what God would want us to do.

We should treat ourselves just like we treat the people around us, with love and patience.

As you go about your day-to-day, I encourage you to give more attention to your self-talk and the labels you are placing on yourself.

Are they uplifting, or are they negative?

Remember, becoming more like Christ is our goal.

Let’s choose to label ourselves with these godly traits.

And watch as God transforms us from the inside out.

God Bless

Is The Modern World Too “Noisy” For Christians?

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When was the last time you opened the TV and felt good?

Everywhere we turn to nowadays, there is always a story about an accident

Or someone spreading false beliefs…

Or people arguing for things that don’t matter…

The modern world has become too noisy.

It seems like it’s focused on the wrong things.

Few people talk about humility and integrity anymore.

Being a Christian nowadays can feel like an uphill battle. 

It’s a journey that requires unwavering faith, determination, and resilience.

However, with God’s grace and guidance, we can rise above the challenges and be a beacon of hope and light in this ever-changing landscape.

We are surrounded by a culture that prioritizes quick gratification, self-centeredness, and material possessions.

In the midst of such a landscape, it’s too easy for our hearts to be swayed and our convictions to waver.

But fear not, for we are not alone in this struggle

Remember the story of Daniel, the young prophet who stood firm in his faith, even when faced with threatening challenges in a pagan kingdom?

Daniel’s unwavering commitment to his beliefs and his relationship with God enabled him to weather the storms that surrounded him.

We too can find strength and inspiration in his example.

To lead Christian paths in a “noisy” world, we must first and foremost build a strong foundation in our faith.

This means nurturing our relationship with God through daily prayer, Scripture study, and reflection. 

As we deepen our connection with the Lord, we become more resilient and better equipped to handle the challenges that come our way.

Even in the darkest of times, we can turn to God for solace and guidance.

Just as Jesus turned to His Father during His most trying moments, so too must we seek refuge in our Creator.

God’s loving presence is always with us.

Providing us with the strength and courage to persevere.

So let us not become lured away by the noise.

Let us stay resilient and lead by example.