Voice your Praise!

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!

Ezekiel 3

Ezekiel 3:1–3 (NKJV)

Hebrew Word Study should be joyful, as doing anything unto the Lord ought to be. I get especially giddy when I get to deep dive and find so much treasure. How fun to look back to other posts about Ezekiel and see how He grows us from the inside out.

The Hebrew words in this passage add depth to what Ezekiel was truly experiencing:

Eat — אָכַל (’akal) Means to consume, to internalize, to take into oneself completely.

God wasn’t asking Ezekiel to sample His Word but to become one with it — to let it fill his entire being until it was inseparable from who he was.

Scroll — מְגִלָּה (megillah) Rooted in גלל (galal) meaning “to roll up” or “to unfold.”

A megillah holds hidden revelation waiting to be unrolled. When Ezekiel eats it, it symbolizes the unveiling of divine mysteries — revelation that must be digested before it can be declared.

Honey — דְּבַשׁ (debash) Symbol of sweetness, delight, and the richness of divine truth.

God’s Word can confront, correct, and refine — yet in its essence, it is always sweet to those who love truth.

Belly/Stomach — מֵעֶה (me‘eh) Refers to the inner parts, the seat of emotion and compassion.

God’s command to “fill your stomach” means: Let My Word reach your deepest self — the place where feelings, faith, and discernment reside.

God’s Word is not meant to rest on our lips; it is meant to live in our gut. Maybe, just maybe, scripture should always be more than something we quote — it’s something we digest.

Oh, how I have always been drawn to Ezekiel!

There’s always been something about Ezekiel — my buddy Zeke — that pulls on my spirit. Maybe it’s because he didn’t just hear God’s Word; he ate it. He let it become part of him, shaping not only his message but his metabolism of truth.

Three years ago, I should have died falling down twelve stairs in our home. But instead of taking me home, God took hold of me. He began a holy detox — peeling away layer by layer of what had been dulling my spirit.

First, He silenced the noise — the news, the politics, the music that wasn’t feeding my soul. Then He began healing my body: no more fake sugars, no more processed foods. He taught me to consider the source — even down to something as simple as an egg. Farm fresh, real, whole — as He intended.

With that obedience came transformation.

Through intermittent fasting and His wisdom, I’ve lost over ninety-five pounds — but more than that, I’ve lost the heaviness that once separated me from His presence.

Now, as I digest His Word daily, I can feel life rising within me — literally, physically, emotionally, spiritually.

Like Ezekiel, I’ve tasted the scroll. It is sweet as honey in my mouth, filling me with truth that brings wholeness and peace. And though sometimes His correction can taste bitter at first, it always becomes nourishment for my soul.

When you let God feed you, you begin to crave only what’s real.

And in that sacred hunger, healing begins.

The Word becomes health to all your flesh and honey to your heart.

Oh, sweet Jesus! I just had “bee lessons” and “past buzzing” come to heart. #ISWYDT. Honey! How could I ever thank you enough? Excited to see how you help me set the table and invite others to feast on The Word together.

Discernment

Wowza. I just sent my husband a text I will not share here. In short, it explains why I can not, in good conscience, apologize to a group of people we love deeply. It’s our church group and we have been together neither a decade, with maybe a handful of folks never “sticking”. We all love each other. I trust His Love amd His Provision. I also trust they love me and there is nothing to forgive.

In truth, I can only apologize to the hosts for any distress I may have caused in my spiritual condition, showing up without Mark two weeks ago. I can’t blame anyone for thinking I could have been under some chemical influence. The Holy Spirit showed me some super happy and joyful photos where I KNOW Jesus was with me and the other person in the photo. I can see WHY I may appear “high” through worldly eyes. Doesn’t change the fact no substances were in my body.

In so many ways, I am “high”. The biggest challenge I have is navigating being “with Jesus” and keeping grounded in whatever is going on in “the world”.

Only after sending that text did I come check the devotional at the shop.

This is strange for me to wait two plus hours to read it. We share it daily. Hence, I am writing at noon from the shop and not at the end of the day.

Thank you, Jesus. It’s been a tough two weeks but I feel PRIME.

Not to a group member- she is processing the
Trademark

For restoration , healing and everything beautiful…thank you. I love you so much!

Saturday Shenanigans

Began the day in Jeremiah 5- There is much I will not write here but is noted to cement my memory. I woke with 3G image in my head and quickly found something close to it.

I quickly noted in ten days, my Mamaw Ruby would have been celebrating her 100th birthday had she not passed May 8, 1981. Something about this year being her 100th sparked something in thought.

The study notes are on point for Widows and Orphans in both JER 5 & 6. 💜✝️💜With the intent to keep things light and jovial today, I was nudged to write out the story of how I met three Elli-Jays The first comment was another cousin’s wife telling me she taught Hailee in the fourth grade! How cool is our God to include everyone in His Story. ✝️

Back to cleaning our Master Bath

Overwhelmed in the best and most beautiful ways. I could never thank you enough or begin to try without Jesus. 💜✝️💜

Peace

Weird , right? On my nightstand. My birthday was six months ago

Just got home from my daughters. Much to write but not tonight. Says the boss. ☮️☮️

Sanctuary to Sanctuary 💜✝️💜

I love you. Please answer the latest prayer from our marital bed. I felt your power. Please keep my tongue bound. I love you.

Let it Begin. I hear you loud and clear. Write it out at work tomorrow. I love YOU More!

More. Out loud. Love. Always.

You win. You always do. Praise God. 💕🙌💕🙌💕

Godly Glitches

Very late to my daughter’s home. Lots and lots of f glitches today …

Too much to process.

Exhausted. Sleeping with my precious hearted girl will be quasi-heavenly. Thank you, God. 💜✝️💜

Bunnies for Jenia and Beverly.

If I must cry, best for my girl.
Brought Chrissies Sillies for Sunbeam (me 💜✝️💜)
Deleting in love and understanding.
NOT her building – kept getting turned around

It took twice as long to drive the distance through many Godly Glitches. Notable, Mark and I were on phone and he knows drive times. I did NOT rush (✝️) and I Listened to you play music for me through my car, from my I phone, while recording video

Morgan does not understand, yet, and I trust you to teach her. You are the One True God. You have all.the.names.

Follow Jesus’ example and forget how man has distorted your word and spirit. Of course we were going to mess it up. We are human. But there is only peace, abundant joy and laughter to THIS MAGNITUDE with your SonShine. 💜✝️💜

Thank you for letting me share the song YOU USED by Beth Hart to bring so many of your daughters and sons together. I was ready to sleep and Morgan lovingly put these bunny ears on my head and removed my makeup. She was “Mama C” and inspired to take this photo. 😂

God bless my Chrissie and thank you for teaching me your language. You want us to be our unique and individual selves. If the only feeling or thought I have when I sing or speak the words (granted, rare) “I’d rather be a fuck up than a fake”. After nearly being asleep, Mama Carol had to make sure her sweet girl ate dinner. She is like me and had to clean her kitchen before eating. Thank you, Lord. I see.

You used Beth Hart , via Chrissie, to bring me back to YOU.

I love you. Going back to sleep. Please, please, PLEASE take me to the little patch of land you have set apart for me. It’s my favorite place.

Fourth of July Freedom

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?

Trinity of Hope

I want to move slowly, Father God. It’s been nine years posting in obedience when the spirit leads me. I am now seeing new things from your perspective and it is a ton to process. Thank you for the glitch and sending me yet another new song for my “Slowing Season”.

Why a Godly Glitch? Does your iTunes account leave the album you have chosen to play from an artist and then give you a song from the previous album?

I intentionally played “Fruit Takes Time” when I got off the phone with my husband. I had zero clues it was already 9:20 and I only had 25 minutes to wash my face, get dressed, brush my hair, etc.

Your divine humor really is all that and a bag of chips. You surged enough energy for an entire 7th grade classroom into the body of a 57 year old woman on May 8, 2025. The cartwheels the past three days have been the cherry on the top of your Heavenly Sundae 💜✝️💜

You have shown me my tiny amount of “bad tears” versus a powerful rushing stream of “good tears”. I feel my roots spreading and it’s going so much faster than I can describe.

Still, you know. Yada yada.

Today, you have given me so much to process, it seems pictures will tell the “nutshell” highlights.

💜✝️💜

Sweet Savannah shared so vulnerably with me about several topics. It was such a precious time for me getting to know her better. I want to feed her dinner at our home and play with their daughter. Her MIL name caused me to ask a question. A simple one- what was her MIL’s first name?

I shared the song given to me Monday morning on my way to work. Again, how in the heck does my iTunes play through my phone to my car, all while allowing me to video myself hundreds of times the past year or two.

More to be added. So very sleepy after staying at the shop am extra 90 minutes with Miss BBW” Blake Dynasty”. I can not use her given name as it is unique and would identify her. The only names I use are those who are in agreement. How she ended up there at 8:15 and everything which followed is worthy of five posts to break it down.

Rachel was such a blessing to me today. I had promised a customer I would personally deliver his order after the shop closed. in the moment Dynasty left, I was gathering my things and was nudged to ask Rachel for help in retrieving what I needed to honor my word more timely. A delivery after 10 pm was God’s Timing.

Based on the timestamp, I should have been home at 10:30. That was not Gods Timing. It was closer to 11:44 pm.

My car is being glitchy and Instead of fear, I called Mark and shared the reality of my Ford Edge’s behavior. 🤣. Somehow, the accident didn’t leave a mark on my passenger seat side. Thank you, Jesus, for every little detail not included. Thank you for the sweet way Mark immediately prayed over me and the peace which flooded my heart!!!! Thank you for your impeccable timing!!

Blake was starving and came to the kitchen when I finally made it home around 11:39-44.

Keep breaking me, Jesus. I dig how you are putting me back together. I love you.

💜✝️💜