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Stop Trying. Start Training.

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Last night, I shared more details with my husband about Jiu-Jitsu Wilderness —-how Black Belt Wisdom is tied to White Belt Wilderness, 7 Stones and more. I was spiritually exhausted and a pinch teary-eyed over reaching the point where must write “ About the Author”.

I begged God for clarity and direction from a painful place last night. I cried while telling Mark about how He woke me to read “Give the Garden Away” a few nights ago—something He had me write more than two months ago. This has happened countless times since May 8, 2025.

To know, unequivocally, the Master of the Universe gave me this exact path and opportunity to serve—-well, it humbles me to tears.

That said, I struggle deeply with finding the balance of how much to share in an “About the Author”. I struggle because it’s not about me—-it’s all about The GrandMaster. I have been called to offer Black Belt Wisdom and it’s not easy to explain to the public how God works in our lives. Still, He is holding me steady and not letting the words flow.

I am listening. Waiting on His Timing is necessary.

In MyGodRoom, I can just be the hot mess I am without any reservation —-as proven by roughly 160 posts since May 8. I stand from the perception that we are all hot messes who need Jesus.

Why? Because the Lord directed every step of MyGodRoom. He brought me here to “write it down” for His Good Purposes over nine years ago! It’s okay that I don’t have all the answers, because I know The One who does. This has been a very safe place for me to grow closer and closer with Jesus.

Truth? I’m just a kid who loves Jesus more than anything else and my hearts desire is to please my Heavenly Father. Obedience isn’t always pretty, that’s for sure. And, He is directing me to begin sharing “MyGodRoom” type posts in the Jiu-Jitsu Wilderness.

As much as it makes perfect sense—-it feels like I am walking in naked to an open mat session with the entire world.

As if beginning jiu-jitsu at nearly 58 wasn’t enough of a challenge. 🤣. Still, I know that is precisely how He is placing the stones for me. I love that he is having my husband leave stones, too. Mark even offered to write a forward “about me”.

As I told Mark, the only thing truly special about me is how much God loves me—-He shows up and shows off, often. And, my husband was on point confirming it’s really the only special thing about any of us.

When He gives me the words, they will be written, period. He is the author of salvation and everything else.

This morning, I was nudged to flip before we ever left for church. I first prayed for two customers who both have babies named Ezra. But, it stood out to me that despite the other highly marked pages on Ezra—-He brought me to Ezra 8-9. Unmarked pages. Zero notes.

The nutshell for me is that Ezra 8 is all about training, discipline and alignment—-pure obedience Ezra 9 is about Holy Grief and repentance. Both pages were meant for me before we ever arrived at Creekmont Church.

We headed to church fully expecting to continue deep-diving into the Sermon on the Mount. We have literally been in Matthew every single Sunday since we began attending Creekmont.

Our first visit was September 21. Reading back through our first visit – HERE– brought Mark and I back to our beginning with them just over three months ago.

Before the service even began, Waymaker was playing softly in the background. Then Holy Forever. I was undone before the first word was preached—already humbled, already listening. Sometimes the heart knows before the mind catches up.

Singing Blessed Assurance—- knowing from the program we were NOT going to be in Matthew—-hit different. I have TRULY known for ten years that I am His and He is Mine. Today, it hit deeper still. 💜✝️💜

And then the message.

1 Timothy 4:7: train yourself to be godly. Not try. Train. The difference matters.

The words landed with weight. You can’t download Godliness. There are no spiritual shortcuts. Growth is promised—but it is not immediate.

Spiritual muscles must be trained, too!

Faith is a walk.

Faith is a race.

Faith is daily discipline.

One line in particular kept echoing:

Are you practicing repentance, or postponing it? That question stayed with me. So did the reminder that slow progress is not failure. Anyone who has trained—really trained—knows that truth in their bones.

The path of the righteous, Proverbs says, is like the morning light—shining brighter and brighter until full day. Not instant light. Progressive light. Rise and shine doesn’t mean rush. It means keep showing up.

What struck me most was obedience. That word has been reigning in my life since May 8th, and hearing it named again—clearly, boldly—felt like confirmation rather than correction. Habit, after all, is a God-given gift. And by His grace, my habits have changed.

After church, we shared lunch with our pastor and his wife. It tickled me Shad used the expression , “not a doctor and I don’t play a doctor on TV”. It’s something I have said for decades. What moved me most was his story about moths which led him to change up the message today. #ISWYDT 💜💜

When we finally got home, I slept for nearly three hours. That’s how I know something real happened. My spirit needed time to digest what my heart had received.

Spiritual muscle takes time to develop. It requires “PIE”- perspective, intention and execution. Good Lord, I’ve had pie for three years and lost 7 stones, 98 pounds. 🤗

As captured on video in July 2024—a little motion does a lot for the ocean. 🤣🤣

I think I was struggling last night because God wanted to show me—one more time—that He is paying attention. That He is faithful. That training looks a lot like obedience, repeated daily, in small unseen ways.

Today felt personal. Not because it was only for me—but because it reminded me I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

Still training.

Still walking.

Still rising.

Thank you, Jesus, for every fiber of strength and conviction you provide. Thank you for EVERYTHING. Please heal Hester’s niece , your way and in your timing. Please answer Shad’s prayer of 15 years- whatever it may be. Forgive me for failing to ask “their story” at lunch, if I was suppose to ask. Thank you for weighing the silver and the gold in Ezra and for reminding me so beautifully how just your scales remain. You are the same yesterday, today and forever. I love you even more- MOLA.

December 11 Prayer

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Since I shared this to Miss Omie’s Facebook page, I failed to post it here on her actual birthday. Today is “catch up” day in countless ways.

I am fairly certain Jesus wants me to give gifts like this to those I love. I know how He used creating this one for Omie to draw me even closer to Him. Miss Omie’s is the first —-so I should remember the day He spurred me on. May she always know how precious, set-apart and special He made her!!!💜✝️💜

Whether one verse or ten, His Word will always be the best. I’m so blessed to know and love Omie.

Thank you. Jesus!

Small Group Prayer

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Today was exceptionally spirit filled and beautiful. I even did a cartwheel in the late afternoon and shared the silliness on our Community Vapor Facebook page.

This, all because I received a call which absolutely set me off. It was uncomfortable and painful to be that angry. I reached for our Fruit of the Spirit Bible and asked God to teach me something. Anything. Get me out of myself and my anger.

He took me straight to Job 36:16. Of course I did cartwheels all afternoon! Search My God Room for “woo” and perhaps it will make more sense.

Thank you, Jesus. Thank you for wooing me, loving me and saving me. I didn’t deserve it.

Praise Report

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For a project given to me by the spirit weeks ago, it has now been officially rebuilt from scratch for the THIRD TIME!

My girls, Morgan and Lyss, visited and let me complete the project. It exported to PDF and I took that little Zip drive to Staples.

Everything is printed on nice cardstock.

Tomorrow, I shall trim the sheets and bind them by my prayer-filled hands.

Thank you, Jesus. You really wanted this gift to be given to Master Luiz, ONJJ and the BJJ community. Please prepare the hearts of those who receive it for ONJJ , Pedro and Master Luiz Palhares. Thank you for staying on my back and holding me close. I love, love, LOVE you.

Prayer to Destroy Pride

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Father God, Thank You for opening my eyes to the Hebrew roots of pride and the Greek words that reveal its many forms. Pride is always the absence of wisdom and the absence of genuine love.

Where pride grows, love shrinks.
Where love shrinks, relationships fracture.
Where relationships fracture, the enemy rejoices.

Only you, Jehovah Rapha, heal the root.

Holy Father Abba in Heaven,
I come to You as Your daughter,
seeking deliverance from every form of pride—
seen and unseen, confessed and unconfessed,
known and hidden.

Lord, Your Word says clearly
“Love does not envy, love does not boast,
love is not proud.” (1 Corinthians 13:4)
So I ask You now:
Destroy everything in me and in Your daughters
that is not rooted in love.

By the power of Your Spirit,
tear down every high place
where we have lifted ourselves above another.

Strike down the swelling pride of ga’ōn
(Obadiah 1:3; Isaiah 16:6).

Bring low the lifted heart of rūm
(Deuteronomy 8:14; Obadiah 1:4).

Break the stubbornness of zādōn
(Psalm 119:21; Deuteronomy 17:12–13).

Soften the haughty eyes of gāvah
(Proverbs 21:4; Psalm 131:1).

And wash out the sourness of ḥāmatz
(Psalm 73:21 [“my heart was embittered”];
Exodus 12:15 as the leaven-warning tied to pride),
before it spreads into bitterness.

Lord, kill the bitter root.
Kill it completely.
Kill it at the source.
Do not let it grow back.
Do not let it entangle Your daughters
or choke out sisterhood, unity, and peace.

Holy Spirit, lay down a new foundation:
a foundation of humility,
a foundation of gentleness,
a foundation of wisdom from above—
pure, peaceable, gentle, open to reason,
full of mercy and good fruit
(James 3:17).

Father, let Your love cast out every fear,
every comparison, every jealousy,
and every wound that pride tries to cover.

In the mighty name of Jesus,
I renounce all pride.
I renounce every bitter root.
I renounce every spirit that brings division.

Plant in me—and in every sister—
a heart that loves like You love,
that listens like You listen,
and that bows like You bowed
when You washed feet.

Let us love more and more by your perfect example.

Make us one, Lord.
Make us whole.
Make us healed.
And let Your Spirit guard our unity
with Your peace.

In the name of Jesus our Deliverer,
Amen.

Prayer for Joe

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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💜✝️💜

With Joy You Will Draw

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I don’t even know how I ended up on it. One moment I was praying through my notes, feeling the familiar swirl of “Lord, is this from You?” and the next, I was reading Lois Tverberg’s article — “With Joy You Will Draw Water from the Wells of Salvation.”

And I just sat there… undone.

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.

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🕊 The Call — Give the Garden Away

The other day, He woke me with the words: “Give the garden away.”

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.

Father God, please control the spigot!

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💦 The Reminder

Water.
Joy.
Drawing.
Pouring.
Overflowing.
Giving away.

It’s all one movement — His Spirit in us.

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

Ellen Lives

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Ellen lives, though she left this earth nearly five years ago, November 24. My daughter has a picture of one of Ellen’s poems displayed in her home. I have memories tattooed into my spirit of Ellen singing loudly and joyfully in my vehicle.

Maybe I keep cars for over a decade because they carry memories. I don’t know. Perhaps just a weird thought about how my kids were sad when I traded my White Ford Explorer. Perhaps the memories of the plethora of women in my Ford Focus, another vehicle I kept for ten years.

I digress. It happens.

I bumped into Ellen’s mom at the nail salon the other day. I suggested we get together one Tuesday or Wednesday evening when she was available. She suggested tonight.

Though I know many who have lost children , I understand we all process grief differently.

Something about the five year anniversary of her death is causing me to pause and pray about meeting her in less than two hours.

Father God, oh Abba,

As I remain in your court in perpetual Thanksgiving and praise…

Still my heart before I go.
Let my words be few,
but my presence be full of Your peace.

Give me eyes to see beyond her pain—
to the places where hope still flickers,
and to the memories that still shine with love.

Remind me that I don’t need to fix what only You can heal.
Let my listening be a refuge,
my smile a reflection of Your kindness,
and my timing in every word be guided by Your Spirit.

As the anniversary of her loss approaches,
wrap her in Your tenderness tonight.
Let her feel seen, remembered,
and somehow lighter when we part.

Use me as a quiet reminder
that she’s not alone—
that love endures,
and that You are still near.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

Joe Rogan is being Used By God

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The Nudge: Send this random clip to your husband. Now. #YESSIR

Strange Sculpting #ISWYDT 💜✝️💜

Three days ago, I sent my husband a clip of Chadd Wright, a former Navy SEAL, speaking on the Joe Rogan Experience. This morning, we watched the first hour or more over coffee.

A pinch of Divine Humor is hitting me as I type that the “topic was resurrected”. When I was directed to remove polarizing content in July 2022, it included Joe Rogan for me. This morning there was a direct spur to listen to that particular JRE episode with my husband.

Super interesting when balanced with the fact my personal preference would be to listen to the Wesley Huff episode. I’m sure we will, in His Timing.

I had to pause it more than once.

Chadd said more than once that we have nothing to do with Scripture. He was clear that there is nothing we can do to earn God’s grace. I felt it settle into my heart like truth I already knew but needed to hear aloud.

He wasn’t making it about himself—or any man.
He was reminding us that the Word of God is not a mirror of our merit; it’s the revelation of His mercy.

Each person whom God inspired to write contributed one piece of the same story: redemption through repentance and the need for a Savior.


None of them wrote about what they could do for God; every line points to what God has done for us.

Calling Joe Rogan

As we listened, I felt a nudge: God is working on Joe Rogan.

For years, Joe has shaped how millions think, question, and seek truth. I am aware of that evolution—and lately, the shift is undeniable.

When I looked back through the history of his podcast, I noticed what you can see in this chart:

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For more than a decade, episodes that touched on faith or the Bible were rare. Beginning around 2023, something changed.

Suddenly, Scripture, Jesus, and spirituality started reappearing—again and again.

The Story the Data Tells

The numbers themselves aren’t sacred—but the pattern feels purposeful. For the sake of my own clarity, I group years together. I’m not seeking to earn a PhD in JRE. 🤣


• 2009 – 2015: Almost no conversation about faith. Joe’s show centered on comedy, MMA, and science.


• 2016 – 2017: A cultural spike. Guests like Jordan Peterson and Russell Brand opened intellectual doors to biblical themes and moral order. It made sense—it was an election year, and the nation was wrestling with truth and identity.


• 2018 – 2020: The conversation cooled. Spiritual talk shifted to psychedelics and consciousness—God without the Bible.


• 2023 – 2025: A new surge. Guests such as Adam Curry, Wesley Huff, Chadd Wright, and Gregg Braden have brought Jesus, grace, and Scripture back to the table.

Naked Truth

Often I am directed to learn things which seem worldly on the surface. Once facts settle in, there is a peace in His Truth of the lesson. For me, today, the stripped down and truth of the data is simple:

The early spiritual spike in JRE was philosophical.
This new spiritual spike is personal.
It’s less about debating belief and more about people giving testimony.

I can’t shake the thought that God is pursuing Joe Rogan—that He is doing what He has always done: reaching into unexpected spaces to reveal Himself through unexpected people.

So my prayer is simple:

“Father God, please help Joe Rogan listen and HEAR YOU . Let Your Spirit move in him so powerfully that he cannot deny You. Let him have that unmistakable moment when the scales fall away,and he knows—beyond question—that Jesus is real.”

Because when that happens, when Joe truly sees it,
millions of ears that have never sat in a pew will suddenly hear the Gospel echo through their headphones.

God has a history of using ordinary people for extraordinary things. Joe Rogan is extraordinary—not because of fame or followers—but because he’s searching, even if he doesn’t yet know Who he’s searching for.

Maybe you, too, are watching someone you love wrestle with belief.

Maybe you’ve felt that same quiet nudge: pray for them anyway.Let this remind you—no one is beyond reach.

Grace is a gift, not a wage. Praise God!!

Voice your Praise!

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Have you ever noticed that the words you speak or sing seem to reach Heaven differently than the words you only think or write?

For most of my life, I’ve prayed quietly — journaling, whispering, or sometimes just thinking the words. I believed He heard me, and He did. How do I know? His Word tells me God heard Hannah without a sound.

October 2023, something shifted. My husband and I were returning from Italy, delayed and running late for our flight out of JFK Terminal 4. His boarding pass had TSA pre-check; mine didn’t. Long story short, my only option was to get a new ticket with my TSA pre-check status on it. That didn’t work either. The answer when I asked the Delta employee, “what can I do?” Returned a flippant comment. She pointed to a petite Muslim lady and said, “ you can pray she can help you.”

Okay. No problem. Praying is one of my love languages and a battle cry!

There is an entire miracle story to be told about JFK Terminal 4 and me singing the bridge to Gratitude as I ran up two flights of stairs.

I am someone who has sang karaoke exactly twice, both with large groups of friends. I have one friend who loves to hear me sing “off key and often”. I had been told for 55 years I could NOT sing!

There I was in JFK Terminal 4, singing out loud— bold, breathless, free — with less than a minute to spare when I reached the gate.

By the time we arrived home, something had changed.

My voice — the one that had never been strong or clear — was suddenly different. Since that day, it’s as if the Holy Spirit Himself tuned it. What began as a song of desperation became a sound of deliverance. I call that my paraclete moment — because I didn’t need a pair of cleats. I had the Paraclete (John 14:26), the Holy Spirit running beside me.

Over the months that followed, especially beginning in November 2023, the singing came more often. In my isolation — where He always meets me — the same song would rise up, only now, it was peaceful. I could listen without wincing.

I could sense God is delighted when praise bursts forth into song.

🎵 The Breath and the Word

In Hebrew, voice is qol (קוֹל) — meaning sound, thunder, or utterance. It’s connected to ruach (רוּח) — breath, spirit, wind.

When we speak or sing, we release that breath into the atmosphere. We partner with the same creative energy that began the world:

Genesis 1:3

Every word we voice becomes vibration — moving through air, through Spirit. That’s why Proverbs 18:21 says, “Death and life are in the power of the tongue.”

And Isaiah 55:11 promises

Zephaniah 3:17 shows us that He Himself sings!

The Many Ways He Hears

Whether silent like Hannah, whispered in prayer, or shouted on the stairs of an airport — God hears it all.

Some of us write our prayers. Some of us weep them. Some of us finally sing them.

The method isn’t the miracle — the obedience is.

Writing roots the Word deep.

Speaking releases it into the air.

Singing lifts it to Heaven.

Where might God want to give you a new sound — not for perfection, but for connection?

If He met you in silence today, would you trust that He could meet you in song tomorrow?

May you find courage to lift your voice, however it sounds, and discover that He already tuned it for praise. Praise is a phenomenal weapon! Armor up!

Thank you, Jesus!