Sometimes the Lord weaves a thread so delicate you almost miss it — until He pulls it tight enough to show the pattern. Chapter 6, verse 29. Over and over again, in book after book, He whispers the same truth about community, unity, peace, and love.
Here’s the kicker. This is because He put an old MySpace memory clearly in my dreams and I wrote about it yesterday. In that post, there was a photo of a USA Weekend article from 2006 which mentions 629 people signed on to be a part of our Make a Difference Day “We Are One” project.
Always, always, ALWAYS, I check out any word or idea as it appears in the Bible. As giddy as I was with Exodus 6:29 being where God tells Moses to speak to Pharaoh, my spirit danced with 2 Chronicles 6:29.
Still, after exploring other 6:29’s in Leviticus, 1 Kings, Job and Jeremiah, I found myself far giddier with the New Testament 6:29 themes working together in such a mighty way.
In Matthew 6:29, Jesus points to the lilies — silent teachers dressed in glory beyond Solomon’s. They neither strive nor spin, yet they’re fully cared for. That’s peace. That’s the calm that settles when we trust our Father to clothe every need.
In Mark 6:29, the disciples of John gather his body and lay it in a tomb. It’s a verse of grief, yet it glows with loyalty and love — a community standing together even when hope feels buried.
In Luke 6:29, we’re told to turn the other cheek and hand over the tunic. It feels impossible until you realize He’s inviting us into radical love — the kind that refuses to let hatred multiply.
In John 6:29, Jesus defines the only real “work” worth doing: believe in the One He sent. Faith becomes the heartbeat that unites us all — not what we earn, but Whom we trust.
So, yes, my spirit does a little jig (and sometimes a cartwheel) in the Old Testament, because 2 Chronicles 6:29 gathers it all together in prayer: “Whatever prayer, whatever supplication … each knowing his own affliction … stretching out his hands toward this house.” It’s the picture of a people reaching upward together, bound by mercy, not perfection.
Across centuries and covenants, God keeps painting the same picture — His people resting, mourning, forgiving, believing, and praying together.
So if your heart is anxious, bruised, or tired of the noise, find your footing in the 6:29 thread. Breathe with the lilies. Stand beside the grieving. Turn the other cheek. Believe again. Lift your hands with others.
That’s how Heaven’s harmony sounds — one body, one faith, one love.
And, just like THAT, I need to accept the nudge to send my “one love” Musician Matt, a little note of encouragement.
May you let the S-O-N S-H-I-N-E in, too. Oh, sweet Jesus, how could I ever thank you or praise you enough? I’ll keep “singing with the angels, 24-7”, as you encouraged me with “Monday Morning Faith” by SEU Worship. Thank you for how you write the melody in my life….and teach me YOUR WAY, Yahweh. What a blessing to feel in harmony with you.
I would call it “Tricked by Tverberg”, if not for a world which would misread it.
My friend, Lois, keeps popping up, like she did October 2 and October 16. Come on, how many Christian rappers are out there dropping lyrics about Marty Solomon and Lois Tverberg, correctly pronouncing her name?
Only God weaves everything together for His Good Purposes.
I love, love, LOVE reading Lois’ newsletter for Jewish Jewels and utilizing her En-Gedi Resource Center in my studies. She is such a treasure trove of knowledge. Good knowledge. I wrote about Lois and the rapper on October 2 and the very next night, the newsletter was like a hug from Jesus in her words, and His.
The latest in the Lois Hat Trick is she shared a posted meme that purported to be from C.S. Lewis’s The Screwtape Letters. It read:
I was clearly happy to learn John Cleese did the audio book. 🤣. There was a precious evening nearly two years ago when I watched Monty Python’s The Life of Brian with my husband. I’d love to hear Cleese’ s delivery.
I digress. It happens.
The large percentage of those commenting telling Lois Tverberg, of all people, to delete a “false” post, struck me as odd. The truth police are interesting to me, especially those purporting to understand His Truth.
Good thing I have been trained to bless and not curse anyone on the internet! It is amazing how simply choosing to bless those who make questionable comments actually blesses me.
Praise God, through Lois’ actions, I learned a great lesson in how to correct oneself, and others. She posted a follow up for clarification with astounding grace and kindness.
The Screwtape Letters (1942) are well known. For those who don’t get the reference, The author, C.S. Lewis, imagines letters from “Uncle Screwtape” (a senior devil) to his younger nephew Wormwood, advising how to lead “the Patient” away from the Enemy (God). He dedicated the book to JRR Tolkien for leading him to Jesus.
The irony is the reality that Tolkien thought the book too simple and Lewis should have matured in his faith before publishing. I’m fairly certain the Master of the Universe blessed the book beyond measure. The book was an instant hit in the middle of WWII.
One of the central themes is to keep “the patient” focused on external systems, on the faults of others. Distraction is the enemy’s game. The goal for the distraction is to prevent humans from turning inward and cultivating virtue, character, or any other good thing.
The meme may not quote Lewis word-for-word, but the insight is deeply Lewisian: the temptation is often to fixate on what’s outside us (the “broken system”) and ignore the inner life.
As I sit with Lois, Lewis and Tolkien on my brain with the Holy Spirit dancing a jig, I am giddy.
Just as every prior stitch connects to the next, l am blown away to to learn that in February 2025 Cleese jabbed at Joe Rogan online. Rogan’s response mere weeks later was to share an old 1987 clip of John Cleese waxing poetically about Extremism.
John Cleese publicly critiqued institutional religion, extremism and loss of humor in the full five minute clip. What Joe Rogan posted of John Cleese sounded much like our current “nastier , harsher atmosphere everywhere.”
Lewis published in 1941 and Cleese’s prophetic words were recorded in 1987. I just think it’s super cool for Joe Rogan to be amplifying those same words in 2025. It feels like Joe might have been nudged to point out the same pattern of distraction, division, and spiritual danger we encounter today. #ISWYDT
What are my take aways today?
Oh, so many! I just came to finish this post and learned Cleese never did the audio book! Of course, I felt called to correct my error. But, I still love, love LOVE how Lois, Cleese and Rogan each remain a part of His Lesson for me today.
Everything is still connected by His Hand.
Cleese reminds us that satire can wake us up. Rogan sharing something from roughly 38 years ago proves truth remains truth over time. I pray it woke millions up from their spiritual slumber.
I believe the ability to laugh at ourselves can become a spiritual discipline. It has certainly made me much more loving to the Blonde Polish Chick God created me to be. I struggled many decades with not truly being able to laugh at myself, much less love myself.
The primary takeaway today is fairly simple.
Thank you, Jesus, for teaching me: “Be mindful of fixation; focus on virtue and character, knowing God says laughter is good medicine.”
Father God teaches me lessons from such a different perspective than anything readily found on the internet. For example, the way He delivered the power of Lamentations 3:58, merely 7-8 hours ago was executed with precision.
He woke me with a distinct need to know the episode number of the Joe Rogan Experience show with Chadd Wright. What He did with one verse is precious to me.
Praise God, it was easy to share the heart of that revelation with my husband over coffee. I also shared the heart of “Jesus, Jiu-jitsu & Joe Rogan” with him. Obedience is no joke!
As I was getting ready to leave the house, I had a powerful nudge to focus on the difference between excitement and anxiety in accordance with His Word.
#ISWYDT 💜✝️💜
That said, it is not unusual to be nudged about dreams. In fact, it’s quite the norm. Well, I had some weird dreams last night about various large groups in my lifetime, including vivid MySpace memories.
Something about MySpace inherently brings up both anxiety and excitement. I love, love, LOVE people. It legit used to break my heart how much people exhaust me. Now, I know He designed me this way to bring it all to Him. Perhaps anxiety, like fear, is a liar.
A dirty, filthy liar is he…the demon of anxiety .
For the sake of posterity, I snagged a screenshot of Jonah’s article. Just reading it brings the anxiety to surface long enough to rebuke it. 🤣. I also sent my daughter a text about how one of her bands. “All Time Low”,shared MySpace with her mom. As I told my kids, they can laugh all they want, but MySpace was the closest thing we have ever had to “good social media”.
In retrospect, it makes perfect sense the stories I shared as “Burst My Bubble” were not as popular as Tila’s photo blogs! She was quite literally the most popular person on MySpace. As “Gigi”, I wrote about real life, real relationships and my very real faith as “Burst My Bubble”. I openly shared my perspective and engaged in all kinds of discourse.
Praise God, it did Make a Difference. This was in a December 2006 USA Weekend. In June 2007, our “We are ONE” MySpace project was awarded one of the 10k checks at Dodger Stadium. #ISWYDT
USA Weekend final issue was 12/28/2014
While there is much anxiety to recall from the MySpace era, it’s also exciting to remember how God was moving in my life at that time. I wrestled with faith in a different way back then. There is always more to learn about Our Sovereign God and wrestling teaches me the most.
Wrestling! Make a Difference! #ISWYDT!
Despite the copious demands on our time, I have 31 “jiu-jitsu mat” quotes tied to scripture as of this morning. They are the heart of what I will now nickname the “5J’s”.
Thank you, Jesus, for a “good digression”.
Granted, writing in My God Room is a completely different type of wrestling. YESSIR! I don’t write for an earthly audience; I write out of my love for Him. It’s part of my relationship with Jesus to keep a diary of all my “cool experiences ” with Him.
How could this lesson or the 5J’s be anything other than “good excitement “?
Well, something in part of the dream caused me to imagine the worst case scenario. Rather confusing, as I can’t recall feeling a “negative” in any dream of the past three years.
The gist of the negative was it raised essentially stupid questions. What if this Blonde Polish Chick’s gift to a perceived brother lands like a pie in my own face? What if a certain Torah teacher blasted out My God Room with her brand of vitriol? And so on.
A dirty little liar, indeed, anxiety.
As soon as the first negative impression came to heart from the dream, I had Phil 4:6 replacing it. It does not matter if billions of people judged me. I am only pressed and pruned by The One. I trust Him explicitly. If the Good Lord plans to let me be embarrassed, it’s for His Good Purpose.
Suddenly, I am remembering cartwheels in Blue Ridge, our store, the nail salon, the ball park and more. The first one was elevated at Stacy’s home. There is a joke in there which will not translate to any other reader. God Knows, He didn’t have me cartwheeling to hurt me. He used them to put smiles on others faces.
Sometimes I get so full of energy it almost feels anxious, not only to me, but to others. I feel excitement and others perceive anxiety. Granted, it’s not the heavy, fearful kind — more like a child who can’t wait to open a gift. I understand it can annoy some folks, either way.
I write out a ton of my gratitude here because it would overwhelm most who know me. I come to My God Room to leave it all with my Father. I am super blessed he always leaves me better than He found me.
In closing, I will share the definitions I prayed over before pouring out my hyper-excited spirit today.
In Hebrew, the word for anxiety is דָּאָג (da’ag) — to be heavy, uneasy, weighed down.
The Greek word is μεριμνάω (merimnaō) — to be divided in the mind, pulled apart by thoughts.
Both paint the same picture in my mind of broken trust. I lean more into how David, Paul and Silas sang and praised instead of being anxious. When I am singing praises, there is no room for anxiety. Thank you, Jesus, for getting us to Mamertine Prison two years ago.
What a difference two definitions can make to being clarity!
The word closest to excitement is קָוָה (qavah). (often transliterated kavah), which literally means to bind together by twisting, to wait with expectation, or to look eagerly.
I will be deep diving that one in the near future. Soon. 😇
In the 5J Collection, , there are Coach’s Notes listed as “JOY-JITSU”. While it describes my feelings exactly, I did not come up with that on my own. Every time I typed Jiu- it auto corrected to JOY. Upon reflection, it’s an accurate way to share my perspective as the BPC 🤣
If I were to put a coaches note on today…it may say something like :
“ Energy is just fuel — it can burn you out or light you up. Keep praying to stay lit and very salty “. 💜✝️💜
Thank you, Father God, for every little thing, seen or, sent by you. Thank you for all this energy clearly being used to know YOU better. That’s the entire purpose. I love you. Your will,not mine, be done. In Jesus mighty name. Amen.
Hours ago, I was nudged to consider the source in a different aspect. This whole message of “consider the source” started with His direction to remove store bought eggs from my body in March 2024.
Since then, He has directed me to uncover other types of sources. Of course, all such roads lead back to our ultimate source. 💜✝️💜
After much prayer, it was clear I am to acknowledge the Joe Rogan Experience episode number where Chadd Wright was the guest. I’ve written several posts about it and never included the number.
It is episode 2358. Of course it is. I mean, seriously. Divine humor is a real thing and this one just bopped me over the noggin in the sweetest way.
It’s funny how God plants ideas.
Since May 8, He’s been talking to me about double portions—about seeing everything in twos: two callings, two perspectives, two people becoming one. So today, when I was nudged to “take the two away,” I did. I looked for a verse 3 : 58 instead of 23 : 58—and discovered that only one exists in all of Scripture.
I’ve written more than once how Lamentations always brings me to deep weeping. I think Jeremiah would be an INFJ in personality terms.
That’s when I found this hidden gem.
Lamentations 3 : 58 is more than poetry. In Hebrew it reads:
“Rabta Adonai rivei nafshi ga’alta chayyay.”
You have pleaded, Lord, the causes of my soul; You have redeemed my life.
Each word glows with meaning.
Rabta / riv — to contend, to argue a case, to stand in court for someone.
Ga’alta — to redeem, to buy back what was lost.
Chayyay — my life, my breath, my whole being.
In one breath, God becomes both Advocate and Redeemer.
He doesn’t just defend me; He purchases my freedom.
He pleads the case of my soul and then pays the cost Himself.
When Jeremiah wrote these words, the city was gone and hope seemed finished. Yet right there, in verse 58, grace walked into the courtroom.
The gospel is very much in the ashes of Lamentations.
Maybe that’s why this verse is the only one of its kind in the Bible:
the only place where both “plead” (riv) and “redeem” (ga’al) stand together.
It’s as if Heaven whispered, “Pay attention—this is personal.”
So today, I’m listening.
I’m letting this truth settle over me like peace after a storm:
The Lord Himself has argued my case and the verdict is grace. The ransom was paid and my life has been redeemed. It’s far more about intimacy than any theology.
And I think that’s exactly what He wanted me to see when He told me to consider the source and properly identify Episode 2358.
If I was a jiu-jitsu expert, I might cringe at “Joy-Jitsu”. Since I am NOT an expert, I rely on GrandMaster Jesus.
He says he made me a cheerleader and a coach. It’s been a fun correction so I will leave with the Blonde Polish Chick ‘a perspective on what a Joy-Jitsu Coach might say on the mat.
“When accusation corners you, remember who’s in your corner. Your Defender never loses a case.”
This week has been a huge Holy Spirit love fest for me. Several times, I have been forced awake in the fourth watch, around 4:30 a.m. As a result, I have multiple lists and internet searches and countless screen shots. It is uncanny how often He has had me post something in My God Room here, only to confirm it through another person or experience within 24 hours.
When His Timing reveals itself to me, it’s always “go time”. The past 48 hours have been studying jiu-jitsu and letting prayer bring His Purpose into focus for me. It’s an exciting time, no doubt!
Several Godversations this past week have all pointed to my “Torah study season” and how the Holy Spirit put my focus on His Land and His People. I’ve shared how He gave me dreams of millstones and words that didn’t make sense to me at the time…only to learn they were very important Hebrew words.
Recently, some other Hebrew word studies have been highly spirited. Perhaps as a result, I was directed to look at the most common Hebrew Words. Ultimately, the Holy Spirit is redirecting any Hebrew Studies to be focused on this list of more spiritually important words, generated by a computer.
When His Timing so dictates, I will link any prior posts back to this master list. It’s both humbling and exciting that I KNOW more than half these terms have already been given to me to study by Rabbi Jesus, himself! There is no “YADA” on this list and that is okay. When YHVH directed me to John 17:3 and taught me the truth of the importance of having a YADA (intimate knowing) relationship with God and a YADA relationship with Jesus, I know why He etched that lesson into my soul. I believe several Hebrew words that are NOT on this computer-generated list that I have written about are more important for me.
Why are some Hebrew words more important to me?
That’s a fair question. Simply put, they are more important for me is because He gave them to me.
For now, I am going to respond by letting my yes be my yes, period. I am sharing the list and marking the spot.
Thank you, Jesus!
🌿 Top 25 Foundational Hebrew Words & Concepts in Scripture
Wowza. What a beautiful day. The Holy Spirit has had me up since around 4:30 am. I was “buzzing on Jesus” when my husband woke up. The childlike joy in my spirit will not be contained. Thank God, He is improving the flow.
Arriving at church, I quickly apologized to Becky for our missing the meetings yesterday. Our heart and plan was to attend – clearly it was not His Will at this time. I also met sweet Emily for the first time.
Divine humor is learning even Shad forgot about the early morning meeting.
Jesus Jiu-jitsu is noted in my Bible for today’s message. It’s uncanny how clear the communication has become. Everything working together is His Way. Yah’s Way YHWH. 💜✝️💜
Brother Randy read Psalm 51:10 — “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.” It was not on the program, but it absolutely lit my spirit ablaze! It was one of the verses I wrote by hand in the past week. #ISWYDT. This is part of a second chapter devotional workbook from “What Happens When Women Say Yes to God.
It always makes me giddy when He “gives me answers” in multiple places.
Brother Shad preached from Matthew 5:20–37, Romans 12 and 1 John 3:4.
We sang hymn #167, “He Lives.”
Thomas played a little piano riff at the beginning that sounded just like “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor. I whispered to Mark, “At first I was afraid, I was petrified.” My husband heard the same thing — such a sweet Godwink! After church, Thomas said he will be playing Rich Mullins “Awesome God”next Sunday. Note: Reminder to search for Thomas Cage Mathew music from the 1980’s.
I know He lives because He lives within my heart. #YESSIR!
Becky II’s grandson, Thaddeus, collected the Children’s Ministry offering. Oh, how I adore “The Lords Army!” He reminded me of my own son at five — another little Godwink.
Brother Shad asked if we knew anyone who was angry all the time. Yeppers. We all do. My son has been carrying some anger or unhappiness lately. He didn’t tell me, but he shared with Mark that he was going to a Nashville church today with a young lady. Prayers up.
Key points that stood out:
Grudges are a loaded weapon. Shad did not say the WORD is a sharper than a two edged sword or that we are sanctified by the truth. I was just sitting there hearing Hebrews 4:12 and John 17:17 the minute Shad used the word, “grudge”.
As per His Way with me, He drew me to an innocuous word for my further edification. This is a good example of why I take notes when nudged in church.
Grudge matches are essentially defined as two intense rivals meeting. Sounds like Good vs Evil to me. For funsies, I learned about some recent jiu-jitsu grudge matches and they are defined has having “bad blood and animosity”, as well. #ISWYDT
The second key point to me flows from the grudge. When pride is involved, it’s common to see some spiritual teachers (and others) make peace with sin instead of rebuking it, with love. There is no victory over sin when you make peace with sin.
Right here. Right now. Live for the LORD.
1 Corinthians 13 — “Love is patient.” The number 13 grabbed me hard today. My life has had many seasons of impatience. Father God, please forgive me for every time I have failed to confess my impatience or the harm it caused. Help me recognize when and how to offer sincere apologies to others.
Romans 12 gut punched me in the best way! It is the very chapter we’ve been studying for the new women’s Bible study. The message on the first two verses echoed everything He’s been working through in me: living sacrifice, renewal and love in action.
Brother Shad also shared about his godly grandmother, who lost her son — Shad’s dad — at just 44. He said the memory is tattooed on his brain. I immediately felt the tattoos on my own heart. I’d love to hear him talk more about her. There’s something divinely orchestrated in our “Mamaw” stories.
Last word from Matthew 5:37 really etched itself into my sacred quadrant.
It was a rich, filling teaching for my spirit. It was like eating scrolls circa 2025. Brother Jeffrey told me how much he enjoyed my cowboy beans two weeks ago. It was such a genuinely kind comment.
As I exited the church, Mark was volunteering to help Brothers Calvin, Randy and Jeffrey, in whatever capacity needed. Again, the posture is coming forward as imperative. I love how my husband seeks to serve.
As we pulled up the street, Mark got out to help Jeffrey move some limbs downed in the storm.
As an added bonus, I was able to help my husband unload a ton of stuff at our other store. I can see much work ahead for us, but have clarity on next steps. We have never been open for business on Sunday, but the Lord sent us two customers in less than ten minutes. Praise God! Every bit helps.
Today I am stuffed on His Word — and on a lovely meal we enjoyed afterward at Firebirds. Perhaps the Lord will give me the perfect nap for a “Holy Hat Trick”. 💜💜
Father God, always I’m before You in praise and thanksgiving. And we’re not gonna overcomplicate this—I’ve already praised You out loud today, and now I just need to share what’s on my heart.
I know You’ve put Joe Rogan on my heart for a reason that is way beyond me. You’ve taught me more about jiu-jitsu in the last couple of days than I could possibly imagine.
Thank You for showing me the similarities, the language, and the beauty of discipline that mirrors discipleship. Thank You for reminding me that it’s Your timing and not ours, Lord—that You are the one who draws hearts, layer by layer, not by force but by love.
Father, I genuinely believe You’ve used this art, this language of movement and humility, to prepare Joe’s spirit to recognize You. Thirty years of training, thirty years of submission and patience—it’s been a sermon in motion, preached in a language he understands.
So I’m asking, in the quiet power of Your Spirit, that You continue to meet him where he is—on the mat, in conversation, in stillness. Let him sense that the discipline he has honored all these years is leading him to the Master who authored it.
Please, remove every barrier of pride or misunderstanding, and replace it with wonder and peace.
Let him encounter You, Lord—not through argument, not through religion, but through revelation. Let him see that the red belt of mastery he has likely pursued all his life is just a reflection of the scarlet thread of salvation You’ve already woven for him.
Bless him with clarity of spirit and softness of heart. Use the people around him—friends, guests, moments of awe—to speak Your truth in ways that only You can arrange.
When the moment is right, let him know beyond doubt that it’s You, and that You’ve been with him every step, every roll, every breath.
In the mighty name of Jesus—the true Grandmaster of grace—Amen💜✝️💜
We finished watching the Joe Rogan episode with Chadd Wright this morning. It took another “three days to resurrect” the topic, as we are stupidly busy closing down one of our shops.
What a phenomenal second half of a show! I am grateful I was nudged to watch and listen with my husband. We paused the show a few times because we both had details to clarify. He now understands why I couldn’t stop picturing something holy and hilarious to me.
Jesus doing jiu-jitsu with a scarlet red belt.
Now before you laugh me off the mat, hear me out.
Despite much talk of aluminum and carbon bows, Navy Seals, two types of Land Rovers and more—-the only image of Jesus in my spirit is this one of Him preparing for jiu-jitsu.
It’s the kind of nudge that compels me to learn more about whatever topic I believe is being given by the Holy Spirit.
In jiu-jitsu, the goal isn’t to overpower your opponent with strength. In fact, the objective is to stay calm, keep your balance, use the attacker’s own momentum against him, and look for the moment to turn defense into victory.
And suddenly, I realized — that’s exactly what Jesus does with us… and for us. 💜✝️💜
The Ultimate Counter-Move
When the enemy came swinging in the wilderness (Matthew 4), Jesus didn’t meet force with force.
He met temptation with truth — quoting Scripture, redirecting every attack back toward its source until the devil had no footing left.
That’s spiritual jiu-jitsu:
The enemy lunges with pride, and Jesus answers with humility. The enemy strikes with fear, and Jesus counters with perfect love (1 John 4:18). The enemy chokes with accusation, and Jesus slips free with forgiveness (Romans 8:1).
He never panics.
He just pivots.
“Be Strong in the Lord…”
We don’t fight flesh and blood — we spar with lies, discouragement, and spiritual exhaustion. The best offense begins with a great defense. I’m not sure who said it first, but I hear it a ton from my hubby and son during football season.
The more time we spend on the mat with the Master, the more we learn His moves. The best defense is being grounded in His Word. What a precious reminder of the two-edged sword of truth.
He teaches us how to roll when life throws us down, how to breathe through the struggle, and how to come up standing again.
Turning the Enemy’s Weight
Romans 8:28 says,
That’s divine reversal — turning the enemy’s own weight into the very leverage that lifts us higher.
Every hardship, every insult, every test becomes another lesson in spiritual technique.
It’s not about aggression.
It’s about alignment — heart, spirit, and will positioned beneath His.
Training Notes from the Mat
Stay grounded — Know where your footing is (Ephesians 6:15). Breathe grace — Control your spirit before your circumstance (Proverbs 16:32). Use the Word — It’s your counter-move every single time (Matthew 4:4). Tap out pride — Strength made perfect in weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9). Celebrate the win — Joy is the victory stance (Philippians 4:4).
Champion in Christ
I believe the best champions are those who get knocked down and keep training with their teachers or coaches.
In the Kingdom, even a takedown becomes testimony.
Every roll on the mat of faith makes us more like Him — calm under pressure, rooted in truth, quick to forgive, impossible to defeat.
I really need to sit with all the jiu-jitsu truth that the GrandMaster Jesus is beginning to teach me on new ways.
Yessir, Master of the Universe. It makes perfect sense the red belt can represent salvation and truth for many Biblical reasons. Still, it is no coincidence that only GrandMasters in jiu-jitsu wear red belts.
I see what you did there. #ISWYDT.
I utterly adore you for holding everything together, including me. Thank you for making my phone say JOY JITSU every time I was hunting jiu-jitsu factoids. You make learning , loving and EVERYTHING joyful. I love you. 💜✝️💜
For weeks now, He’s been speaking to me in water language — wellspring, pouring out, vessels, the Jesus jug. My roots have been washed clean and yet I do not feel naked.
I’ve written about it, felt it, lived it. But suddenly, this ancient truth — this joy of drawing — came alive in a new way.
🜂 The Source
That phrase “with joy” caught me. It doesn’t say with striving or with fear that the well might be empty. It’s joy in the drawing — joy that assumes there’s something already waiting beneath the surface.
God’s salvation isn’t a cup we sip once and set down. It’s a well. Deep, living, replenishing. And when I go to draw from it, I’m not begging for water — I’m celebrating the Source.
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🜃 The Vessel
A few weeks ago, I wrote about my “Jesus jug.” It’s just a symbol, but it’s become a precious reminder to me that I am simply a vessel.
Paul said, “We have this treasure in jars of clay” (2 Cor. 4:7).
That means what’s valuable isn’t the jug — it’s what’s inside. And when I pour it out in love, prayer, or story, He fills it again.
Pouring isn’t losing. Pouring is proof that I’ve been filled.
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🜄 The Pouring
Jesus said, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. Whoever believes in Me… out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.” (John 7:37–38)
That river language — flowing out — keeps returning to me. When the Spirit moves, He doesn’t pool up; He pours. And everything He touches grows.
I’ve realized that when I write, speak, or even weep in obedience, that’s water flowing. My job isn’t to manage the current — just to stay open.
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🜁 The Drawing
This is where discernment comes in. “How do I know if it’s from God?” I’ve asked that so many times.
The answer He keeps whispering is simple: joy. Joy is the signature of living water. Not giddiness — but that deep peace, that exhale of knowing He’s here.
If it drains life, it’s not from Him. If it restores life, it’s the well.
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🜅 The Overflow
Jesus told the woman at the well, “The water I give will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (John 4:14)
That means at some point, you stop drawing and start overflowing, in theory.
I think that’s what’s been happening lately — my well isn’t just for me anymore. It’s spilling into places I didn’t even know were thirsty: conversations, family moments, even this blog.
The joy of salvation doesn’t stay hidden in the ground. It rises.
It is more like than this spiritual garden He has tenderly watered with my tears, His pruning, and His promise. It’s not about “me”, only the relationship I have with Jesus.
And now He’s saying: share it. Pour it out. Let others taste and see.
So today, I’m lifting my little Jesus jug again and drawing from the wells of salvation — with joy. Because He never stops filling. And I never stop needing Him
My God Room 