Category: prayer

Happy Tears

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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. 💜✝️💜

Sister Pam

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On July 4th, Pam Bacani shared on Facebook that she had been baptized again—ten years after her first baptism. She went to a Kayla Gabbard “Meet Me in the Water” event and I caught her post. Her testimony of growth resonated with me on a deep level. While out of my fleshly comfort zone, I messaged her privately and extended an open invitation to be our guest in Tennessee.

More than two months later, she replied and offered to send me two books she had written. It was such a an unexpected offer and I was at peace giving her our home address.

Arriving home last night, I was tickled to see a box with her return address. When I opened the books, she had written: “May He woo you to Himself and hold you close as you seek to rest…”

The word WOO stopped me in my tracks—because just the day before, I had written about the many ways God woos us. I sent her a note and shared that post. This morning, I woke to a lovely voice message which served as “double confirmation” that confirmation works both ways!

God promises, “I will pour water on the thirsty land, and streams ron the dry ground; I will pour my Spirit upon your offspring” (Isaiah 44:3). And Paul reminds us that “God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit” (Romans 5:5).

It reminded me of Genesis 8:4–5, when after the flood, the ark came to rest, and three months later the mountain tops appeared as the waters abated.

Since May 8, it has felt like a flood—God pouring so much through me at once, overwhelming and unstoppable. But now, the waters are receding, the peaks are coming into view, and I can see more of where He is leading.

What God has done here is remarkable: in His timing, He not only pours out but also draws us in, wooing us closer, and letting us glimpse the mountaintops beyond the flood.

The Old Rugged Cross

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Yesterday, I posted “Woo Hoo”, all about how God woos us and draws us in to refine us. Today, when I arrived at the Smyrna shop, the devotional for yesterday made me *squee* a pinch. Very exciting.

Also exciting was sweet Godversation with Miss Karen, without having met her in person yet. Thank you, Jesus.

As for writing about church yesterday, I am not being directed to detail it. Mark had a great one-on-one with Thomas and I met Thomas’ wife amd daughter. For now, I must let some spiritual processing continue and ai will share about one of the songs we sang yesterday.

Rather helpful, as I posted the following to Facebook yesterday, while writing about wooing here:

George Bennard performed The Old Rugged Cross on June 7, 1913, after meditating on John 3:16 and needing to express his understanding in song. I will link a full story behind the hymn HERE.

We sang the hymn today at Creekmont Church. I was nudged when we sang:

“A wondrous beauty I see; For ‘twas on that old cross—Jesus suffered and died—To pardon and sanctify me.”

The nudge was a response to the word ‘sanctify’, calling back to Jesus’ prayer from John 17:17, “Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth.”

Yessir! The Word of God and the work of the cross are inseparable to me. Together, they are how God sanctifies us—how He takes us from brokenness to holiness, from wandering to belonging with Him.

Considering this morning began with a lesson on how the Master of the Universe woos us, I consider myself most appropriately wooed. 💜✝️💜

Do Not Grow Weary

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While not exclusive to the murder of Charlie Kirk yesterday, my heart has been heavy. The world can feel violent, chaotic, and exhausting. Sometimes it is tempting to look away completely, or to let weariness settle in like a fog. But Scripture reminds us again and again that even in the darkest times, we are called to keep pressing forward in goodness.

“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” (Galatians 6:9). This verse has been mine for decades after being dubbed a Blonde Polish Chick by an NFL Coach in Chicago.

I hear that and think — it isn’t a call to ignore the pain. It’s an invitation to remember that our labor, our small daily choices to love and to serve, are never wasted. The harvest may not come today, but it will come.

Paul echoed this in his letter to the Thessalonians: “Never tire of doing what is good.” (2 Thessalonians 3:13) And Hebrews reminds us to look to Jesus: “Consider Him who endured such opposition, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.” (Hebrews 12:3).

And here’s the hope that carries me: we are not meant to do this in our own strength. “The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in Him, and He helps me.” (Psalm 28:7) “The Lord is my strength and my song; He has given me victory.” (Exodus 15:2) “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.” (Psalm 46:1).

The truth is, God knows we get tired. He promises to renew us: “Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength; they will soar on wings like eagles… they will run and not grow weary.” (Isaiah 40:31).

So today, instead of letting my heart sink, I choose to lift my eyes. I choose to trust that love still matters, kindness still heals, and faith still carries us through. We may grow tired, but with Him we do not grow weary. In due season, in His Timing, there will be a harvest. 💜✝️💜

The Cost of Our Silence

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God has a way of weaving old things—books, music, moments—into the tapestry of our present, speaking to us in seasons we least expect. A few days ago, I shared how The LORD paired two books, published 17 years apart, to stir my heart anew. Tonight, it was an old Jason Crabb Song from 2009 called “Sometimes I Cry”, which serenaded me on my drive. When I arrived home to an opportunity to write, the book at my bedside screamed the title of this post.

It made perfect sense. The latest thread in this divine weave is The Cost of Our Silence by David Fiorazo. Just the other day, I shared the book with a group of people.

I was nudged to check my purchases and confirmed I purchased this book on March 3, 2020. COVID times immediately came to mind. Then I recalled the season of change as my family transitioned churches. I recalled the questions the Holy Spirit placed in my heart and can see how certain specific prayers have undoubtedly been answered. Praise God!

It is the second “old” book in as many weeks that God has used to guide me—each over a decade old, yet piercingly relevant. In this moment, there is some Divine Humor at play from a text I sent my husband, reminding me my favorite book is a REALLY OLD and utterly timeless.

Merely four chapters (less than 60 pages) into The Cost of Our Silence, Fiorazo’s direct, compassionate voice makes complex issues accessible. He urges Christians to speak truth boldly. I’ve caught several things already which felt like personal hugs to me. Conversely, I have also been gently kicked in the butt. I have much to learn and am looking forward to what the Holy Spirit teaches me through this book.

What makes this book’s discovery profound to me is how MORE timely the content is,”ten years later”. Further compounding the timing is the fact I somehow joined a Facebook Group for the author and his wife, Rosanna, at some point in the past year. The group is to support them with prayer and for David to update their long term circle. I honestly don’t know how I was added. That said, learning of her health struggles, we were nudged to send what we could for financial support last month. Again, a nod to divine timing based on my experience.

Only this week have I opened the book. Holding this book, I’m in awe of God’s timing. It’s as if He placed The Cost of Our Silence in my hands to deepen my prayers for Rosanna’s joy, healing, and understanding, and for David’s strength, peace, and provision.

This book feels like a divine appointment to this Blonde, Polish Chick. Oh, how I love His Timing! God is using it to intensify my prayer for David and Rosanna and extend sister-ship to someone in the group who lives close to us. . So, I am going to continue to stand in the gap, pray fervently, and to trust His orchestration.

Oh my heavens, the orchestra is magnificent! 💜✝️💜

Moosh Pot Monday

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Wowza. I will come back with a memory snap for all that has been done on August 4 in years prior. I guess I can’t be surprised anymore when scripture I deep dive one day shows up the next day in memories from seven years ago. Happy tears greeted my day and it was beautiful to share them, in detail, with my husband.

The biggest message screaming off the page was about “muzzling” and how Jesus did not defend himself at Calvary.

Big Daddy Weave played on the car through my iTunes and I will need to watch some of those videos to figure out what it is I am to write down. It’s super cool to me how Jesus uses music to “dance with me”.

For now, I am being nudged to ensure this prayer gets posted before 10:30 in the morning. Hard nudge. Powerful nudge.

I can not recall the last day I was compelled to post something in My God Room so quickly upon opening the shop. I think it was the day my helper asked me to jot down “every nudge” and give every customer a nickname. That could have began a year ago or six months ago. Time is warped and so many messages repeat themselves like a melodic chorus. A

Apparently …I see what YOU did there, Father God.

New Tshirt yesterday

This green top was 12.99- 13 bucks. I knew it was the most cost-efficient way to give these “pear” britches a good switch up when we go on our cruise on two weeks.

Mark took all the tags off my new bras and such last night. “”APPEAR ”not “A-PEAR” is in inside joke no one else may ever understand. That’s ok. Most of what’s written here is just me sharing Godversation of various varieties. My journal, in many ways, dedicated to Jesus. It is all testimony to His Goodness.

It humbled me to ask my husband, AGAIN, to take the “missed tag” off for me. Granted, he offered and did it with joy last night. He loves taking good care of me. Without my glasses on, I have no business dealing with scissors. 🤣. The tag name was a second inside joke and I asked him to leave the tag on the counter. In fact, I posted it on FB around July 5, because it was in relation to “C&C Music Factory”.

Oddly nudged to changed my cross today. It is difficult for even Mark to put it on me. I don’t know how He works such details with my hands, but I had no issue being obedient to that call

Fourth of July Freedom

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Listen. Linger Love. Check, Check, Check! ✅

I thought I would sleep quite late today. I was wrong. When the spirit guided me to the bathroom in the wee hours, I was guided to my memories on this day.

Becoming more intentional at reviewing something as simple as Facebook Memories has proven to be a blessing. I get to see all the “Jesus posts” of the past and praise God for all the ways He intentionally decided to grow me. I see old friends and recall those lessons and laughter, as well.

Floodgates. Again. Rushing waters representing the power of every genuine tear shed for loving Jesus and others as I do. It felt like I was being shown my “useless tears” fit in a shot glass. Shot glasses and streams are be beyond beautiful .

Everything you do in my life is beautiful, Jesus. Thank you! #ISWYDT

Anywho, one of the old memories is tied to one of my husband’s friends, Jared. Mark met him just prior to High School, To be clear, I have never met Jared. Still, he left a comment THIRTEEN YEARS ago on a music post about Collective Soul’s song called SHINE.

His old comment spurred the Spirit into action. Jesus has been carving out a sacred Fifth Quadrant in my Heart for the past three years. It’s a lesson and spiritual marker to remember where His Spur hits,

I feel that “giddy up” differently now. I can’t even type “giddy up” without remembering all God did throughout 2023 and Italy with horses!

He has ever-so-fervently told me, “I AM a Jesus Cheerleader and He is Mine”. Given that spirit and conviction, obedience required me to send a voice mail to 100 people. The voice mail message I was directed to share confused almost everyone. Regardless, it was a really interesting lesson on many levels.

The voice mail did not confuse My Roxann. In fact, she said in a responding voice mail that she sensed the message may have been for her. Her last name should begin with Summer and not Winter, as she is a ray of pure Sonshine.

Thank you, Jesus 💜✝️💜

Keeping it simple because the beauty and power felt on this day could never be put into words. It will always be best to remember the excitement in her voice message and to picture me chatting with my sister in Christ in our Master Bedroom.

We got downright GIDDY TOGETHER. The closest parallel is how it felt to get phone time back in the 1980’s. I literally felt like a thirteen year old talking to my bestie in the 7th.

This post is more than enough to bring the day back to remember His Hand on all of it. Right down to her pastor’s tragic circumstances and the beautiful way they honor “dollar” multiplication, Gods Way. God bless Andy, too. 💜✝️💜

Roxann and I met in Montepulciano nearly two years ago and have been Facebook Friends ever since. Miss RoxAnn is decades older than myself and yet we felt the same age on the phone. Oh, how I adore her precious heart!

We were both His Kiddos on the phone and it was glorious, indeed!!!

It’s rather perfect He sent me the absolutely most firecracker worthy Godversation possible on the Fourth of July. Only God. Only the Master of the Universe.

Oh, Sweet Jesus, how could I ever praise you enough?

Exhausted and Excited

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Father God,

Always I come to you in Thanksgiving and utter gratitude. I have not broken my fast since 7 something last night. I am only hungry for more of you and your Word. What you gave me in Psalm 91:11 for The Peterson Family and Numbers today caused me to cry enough to lose 1.6 pounds based on today’s time stamps. I am exhausted and will need to edit this post later.

First, and always first, your word. My daily bread.

Thank you for all the new ways you have amped up my spiritual armor and physical health. Ninety pounds off my knees and hips is a huge blessing. Thanks, again. Please help me heal my painful coccyx. Show me the source. Lord, psalm 103 💜✝️💜.

The movement on the scale today was funny because of what i shared with Mark before the photo. 🤣 Divine humor is a integral to my relationship with Jesus.

Why me? Oh, how you use me in such creative ways! Breakthrough is beyond beautiful! Every time I see the Better Business Bureau or any variety of “3B’s”, please bring me back to May 8, 2025 and replay the last 30 days for me! Please help me write the testimony you planted in my heart.

Each action to seek you in obedience has been stitched together in a way only THE MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE could design. Every little detail perfectly connected in this community you gave us nearly a dozen years ago. I know we have a ton of work ahead and rest is mandatory. I love you.

Godly Counsel

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Father God, I am writing the gist of what has transpired the past few days because my heart feels like it will burst if I do not write it down.

First, thank you for using me in any way to help Lyss and John in their healing.  Thank you for friendships and encouragement and for house visitors who share their time so beautifully.  Thank you for teaching me to CLIMB in more ways than one.  Thank you for showing up in spirit on Jess’ face at the climbing gym yesterday.  Thank you for humbling me in so many ways with her yesterday. Please protect her. 

You know why I am still re-reading the letter Mark gave me this morning.  While I will not write about the contents, I will acknowledge I sought Godly counsel from “PNP”.  I have no answers, only more questions.  For now, please show me what must be removed from my mind and what is to be added.  Make me more like you so I can be the wife YOU desire me to be. If it is not of you, I do not need it. Period.

The heart wrenching truth of the Ghana Romance Scams in Murfreesboro which have harmed my sweet Futina are very much sickening my heart on her behalf.   Her husband has not earned a dime in fifteen months of marriage. Her home burned down.  She got it repaired and sold it last month.  She has paid for immigration and other attorney bills for her husband, as well.  Learning the pastor, “Poppa”, is not paid a salary by the church. They pay his rent/mortgage and other bills instead. They fired the woman who moved here four years ago from Chicago for asking questions about the finances. Her job was finance. Immediate red flag, indeed.

Learning the late-night prayer action has more than worn her out, she serves her husband every meal in their bedroom and he does not engage in the household: It is all heart breaking for me.  Waking anyone, much less the elderly, to pray between 3 and 4 am feels like Brainwashing 101. Learning multiple women in her church are married to others from Ghana leads me to believe there is a criminal circle of folks involved.  For heaven’s sake, Futina doesn’t even believe the emails sent were from the man she was told to marry. I know you know all the details I am not writing. Perhaps I was to at minimum, document the outline.

Lord, please protect all those most vulnerable, especially the widows and orphans. James 1:27, 1 Tim 5:3-16 and Matthew 25:34-40 are all proof to me that your heart is already with them. I ask everything, especially the unspoken parts, in Jesus precious name. Amen.  

P.S. I love you.