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.
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.
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 Perez. Thank you for staying on my back and holding me close. I love, love, LOVE you.
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.
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💜✝️💜
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
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.
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.
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!
Once again, I am being drawn deeply into the sacred place He so often meets me. Today has been such a spirit-filled day off from work.
How amazing it was to spend a solid four hours in The Word after my hubby went to open the shop! So many lessons at His Footstool. The day began with nine people God used who were non-believers and navigated wooing, discipleship, Gods Timing and a big lesson about Revelation 6.
For now, I must confess I was not always such a prayer and praise warrior. In fact, He has transformed me to someone who no longer worries about the words He places on my tongue when praying over others. How grateful am I to have this relationship with the great I AM!
Early in my walk with Jesus, I suffered with the notion that I didn’t pray “well enough” to pray out loud over others. In recent years, that stronghold has been defeated, praise God.
So, my prayers are not always neat or polished. They come with groans, cries, and sometimes with streams of tears. Scripture assures us that these tears are not wasted—they are precious to God.
Again, I am reminded of the vision of a shot glass of useless tears and a raging stream of “good tears”.
David knew this well, too. In Psalm 55, he confesses, “I am restless in my complaint, and moan noisily… Evening and morning and at noon I will pray, and cry aloud, and He shall hear my voice” (vv. 2, 17 NKJV). His pain was not hidden; he let it pour out in raw prayer. The Lord did not turn away from his brokenness but leaned in close.
Even more tender is the picture in Psalm 56:8 (NKJV):
“You number my wanderings; Put my tears into Your bottle; Are they not in Your book?”
What a thought—that God counts our steps when we wander in grief and collects every tear as a treasure. Each one matters to Him.
It simply blows me away to be relegated to awestruck silence.
When we stand in the gap for others—praying for prodigals, interceding for healing, crying out for a nation—the tears often flow freely. Those tears are not a sign of weakness but of deep love and Spirit-led burden. Paul reminds us that “the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered” (Romans 8:26 NKJV). Sometimes our tears are part of that Spirit-filled intercession.
And here’s the promise: tears sown in prayer lead to joy. “Those who sow in tears shall reap in joy” (Psalm 126:5 NKJV). God not only gathers our tears but transforms them into a harvest of rejoicing.
So I don’t hold back the tears when praying for others. Heaven is listening. Heaven is collecting. Heaven is preparing joy on the other side. I pray this blesses whoever may read these words. 💜✝️💜
My God Room 