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

When Women Say Yes to God

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Is the title of a book geared toward women of faith by Lisa Terkeurst.

Over a year ago, the Lord put The Amazing Race into our purview. After consuming many seasons over several months, I thought He wanted me to write a book about “the TRUE Spirit of The Amazing Race”. As a result, I befriended quite a few former contestants.

It would be and could still become a fantastic book. Still, it felt clear when had me pivot from the project last winter. Pause, Carol. Pause here.

Two women, in particular, kept showing up when I would open Facebook. One was a participant on TAR with her husband and the other the wife/mom of a popular Father/Daughter team. I was drawn to the Father Daughter duo for many reasons.

Five days ago, Kathy posted super sweet encouragement about a study book.

The book arrived Friday. I didn’t open it until after church on Sunday and completed meal prepping for the week ahead. When I finally sat down in exhaustion, every page whispered “yes, yes, YES and AMEN!

Mrs. Pauletta is married to the pastor and it was sweet confirmation when she messaged me back.

Since Sunday, everything has been aligning like steppingstones across a river. What felt like a single nudge has become a path. He’s showing me that obedience opens clarity; that saying yes unlocks the next assignment.

So I’m resting in that yes — the same yes that began in Eden, was redeemed at Calvary, and now blooms again in this season of surrender.

Truly blown away at how this is laid out in her book in the second chapter, the one we should be reviewing in a few weeks.

  1. Does what I’m hearing line up with Scripture?
    All week, He’s been pointing me back to His Word — not just a verse here or there, but a tapestry of truth connecting Genesis to Revelation. The garden, the fall, redemption — all of it confirming what I heard in that quiet 4:30 a.m. nudge: “Give the garden away.”
  2. Is it consistent with God’s character?
    Every time I test the whisper, I see His kindness woven through it. He doesn’t rush or condemn. He invites.
  3. Is it being confirmed through other messages?
    Yes — through sermons, songs, and even the words of friends who didn’t know what I was praying. Through you, Lord, arranging divine appointments and holy timing.
  4. Is it beyond me?
    Absolutely. I could never orchestrate what You’re unfolding. That’s how I know it’s Yours.
  5. Would it please God?
    When the answer births peace, not pride — that’s when I know. It helps that I feel delightful when He is most likely delighted. 💜✝️💜

Thank you, Jesus.

Give the Garden Away

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It’s early. Like, 4:30 a.m. early. I know it’s not random — I have been summoned.

It’s been a while since The Boss got me up like this.
He’s been working with me differently lately. But this morning, it was clear as a bell in my spirit:


“Give the garden away.”

Now, at first, my brain went straight to the garden — like Eden, the Fall, salvation, all of it.

Give the story away.
Give the gospel away.
Okay, got it, Lord.

But before I could even nod back off, I saw again that orchard He showed me on Sunday in church. It was so beautiful I cried right there in the pew. The kind of vision that makes you whisper, “I don’t deserve this.”
And I knew right then — this morning’s word was connected to that orchard.

Then (because He always layers His messages), I remembered the show we’d watched last night — the first episode of the new season of Watson. There was this woman with dementia and other symptoms with a son she’d given up a few years before she had her daughter, Long story short: he ends up giving her part of his liver to save her life.


But here’s the kicker — he realizes she’d been in his shop every single day saying, “Good morning, young man,” and he’d never known she was his mother.

She had loved him faithfully, quietly, consistently, just like The Boss does with us.


And when he realized it, he didn’t just give her his liver — he gave her his life. He brought his wife, his three kids, his whole world into hers.
That’s multiplication. That’s restoration. That’s what giving the garden away looks like.


“I’d give everything away anyway, Lord, without you telling me when, where and who to give.”
And I felt Him smile. Not with words, but that knowing.


Because He’s not asking me to give away what’s mine.
He’s reminding me that none of it ever was.

Every seed. Every story. Every orchard.
All His.

And the only thing special about me?
How He’s loved me.
How He keeps showing up at 4:30 a.m. to remind me:
the fruit isn’t for keeping.

It’s for giving.

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And maybe that’s part of what He meant too.
Because both my Fathers appreciate attention to detail.

My earthly dad — Oszczakiewicz — taught me that details matter.
The way you sign your name, the way you show up, the way you finish something you start.
And my Heavenly Father — well, He’s been rewriting the details ever since.

It hit me this morning, sitting in that still darkness:
sixteen years my dad’s been gone from this world,
and somehow, every year since,
Jesus has drawn me in closer.
Not in loud ways — in quiet ones.
Little nudges. Little whispers.
Like this one: “Give the garden away.”

I think maybe the garden was never the point.
Maybe it’s the giving.
Maybe that’s the detail The Boss wanted me to notice.

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!!

I Am with You Always

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The catalyst for the song bursting out of me was a combination of the extensive lessons at His Footstool and this blanket at our Smyrna shop.

Another “New Song” woven from Scripture

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Verse 1 –Dawning Day

When the morning breaks with mercy, (Lam 3 :22–23)
And I wake to find You near, (Ps 139 :18)
I hear You at the doorway, Lord, (Rev 3 :20)
Your whisper stills my fear. (Isa 41 :10)
You say, “Knock and it shall open,” (Matt 7 :7–8)
“Seek and you will find,”
Every promise You have spoken (Josh 21 :45)
helps me guard this heart of mine. (Prov 4 :23)

I am yours. (Psalm 119:94)

I am yours.

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Chorus 1 – The Promise

You say, “I AM 3x) with you always, (Matt 28 :20)
Even to the end of the age. (same verse)
I am, I am, I am with you always,
Be still and know My name. (Ps 46 :10)
Be still and know—
I am the Lord your God. (Ex 20 :2)

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Verse 2 – In the Shadows

When the fear begins its whisper, (Isa 41 :13)
And my faith begins to fade, (Matt 14 :31)
You remind me of Your power, (Eph 1 :19–20)
Of the stone that rolled away. (Matt 28 :2–6)
You are nearer than my heartbeat, (Acts 17 :27–28)
You are stronger than my pain, (Ps 18 :1–2)
Every shadow must surrender (John 1 :5)
At the mention of Your name. (Phil 2 :9–10)

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Chorus 2

You promise, (I AM x3) with you always,
Even to the end of the age.
I am, I am, I am with you always,
Be still and know My name.
Be still and know—
I am the Lord your God.

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Bridge – The Call to Rest

Cease your striving, lay it down, (Ps 46 :10)
pour out My Spirit all around . (Isa 32 :15)
I am mercy, I am peace, (John 14 :27)
I am love that never leaves. (Rom 8 :38–39)
I am fire, yet gentle dove, (Acts 2 :3 / Matt 3 :16)
Rest, beloved, in My love.(Zeph 3 :17)

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Final Chorus – The Benediction

I am, I am, I am with you always,
Even to the end of the age.
I am, I am, I am with you always,
Be still and know My name.
Be still and know—
I am. (John 8 :58)

So I put the lyrics into the computer and this chord progression was suggested.

I need to pray about what needs to be edited. For now, it is a work in progress.

(Key of G — 4/4, slow ballad ≈ 70 bpm)

Verse 1

G                  Em                 C                D

When the morning breaks with mer – cy,  I wake to find You near,

G                  Em                 C                D

I hear You at the door – way, Lord, Your whis – per stills my fear.

Em                 C                G                D

You say “Knock and it shall o – pen,”  “Seek and you will find,”

Em                 C                G                D

Every pro – mise You have spo – helps guard this heart of mine.

Chorus

G                 D                 Em                 C

I am, I am, I am with you al – ways,

G                 D                 Em                 C

E ven to the end of the age.

Am                G                 D                 C

Be still and know  My name  —  I am the Lord your God.

Thank you, Jesus, for getting Pammie Sue to send me this blanket with YOUR WORD in it. Thank you for everything! May CK have his own “KC & Sunshine Band” spirit to add .💜✝️💜

SPUR: Holy Friction

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There is an old joke at home that I shouldn’t speak before coffee. Well, this morning, I was nudged hard to share the word God put on my heart as I was waking.

“I need to look up the word spur. I used it yesterday when I was writing — ‘I was spurred to…’ — and I feel like there’s something in it.”

Mark went to retrieve our coffee and I entered a quick query into my phone.

Praise God for technology, especially when it is used to draw you closer to Father God!

The Spirit doesn’t waste a single word.

He uses even our “odd phrasing” to draw us deeper into His language. Spur? I knew there were no cowboys in The Bible. I had made a Cowboys joke with the request. What I found is too beautiful to not share.

“Spur” only presents itself directly in Hebrews:

Greek Word Study — παροξυσμός (paroxysmos)

The word spur in Hebrews 10:24 comes from the Greek παροξυσμός (paroxysmos).

It combines para (“beside”) and oxys (“sharp, keen, pointed”).

Literally, it means “a sharpening alongside.”

It’s where we get our English paroxysm — a sudden burst or intensity. Interesting to me that upon a 2025 definition, it’s predominantly a negative word. You can have a paroxysm of joy, but it appears to be an uncommon use.

In biblical context, it means a holy stirring — a sharp urging that awakens love into motion.

To spur one another on is to sharpen each other’s spirits until love breaks into action.

This isn’t a soft encouragement; it’s holy friction.

The kind of friendship that stirs, not soothes — that provokes us toward holiness, not comfort.

 The Companion Word — παρακαλέω (parakaleō)

The Apostle Paul uses a softer word for encouragement in 1 Thessalonians 5 : 11

Here, encourage comes from παρακαλέω (parakaleō) — to come alongside and call forth courage.

It’s the same root as Paraclete — the name Jesus gave the Holy Spirit. Oh, how I love telling everyone about my “pair of cleats”. 😇

It rests on my heart like beautiful tension: :

παροξυσμός (paroxysmos) — the sharp spur that awakens.

παρακαλέω (parakaleō) — the gentle voice that steadies.

The Spirit does both — He stirs and steadies, awakens and anchors.

Biblical Context

  • Acts 15:39: Here, paroxysmos describes the “sharp disagreement” that led Paul and Barnabas to separate. 
  • Hebrews 10:24: The word is used positively to encourage believers to “provoke one another (SPUR) to love and good deeds”. 

To be fair, looking at the “negative” conflict, I see His Hand using that conflict to spread the Gospel. Even Google says: “This separation, though born from conflict, ultimately allowed for the expansion of the Gospel to different regions. “.

Hebrew roots?

While spur doesn’t appear as a direct word in Hebrew, its heartbeat pulses through the verbs of divine awakening. I will dive deeper into these when called to do so.

עוּר (ʿur)

Root meaning: to rouse, awaken, stir up, arouse oneself, incite, awaken into consciousness.

“The Lord stirred up the spirit of Cyrus king of Persia.” — Ezra 1 : 1

Super fun to see it doubled for emphasis in Isa 52:1.

This is ʿur twice — doubled for emphasis. It feels like a prophetic cry of restoration: “Wake up, dress in holiness, remember who you belong to!”

גָּרָה (garah)

Root meaning: to stir up, to excite, to provoke, to contend, to awaken into action

“Begin to provoke him to battle.” — Deut 2 : 24

שׁוּב (shuv)

Root meaning: to turn back, return, restore, bring back, repent.

“Turn us again, O God, and cause Thy face to shine.” — Ps 80 : 3

Of those three roots, my heart “moves to “shoove”, the pronunciation of shuv. This single root appears more than 1,000 times in the Hebrew Bible — more than any other verb of movement. It defines the very nature of repentance (teshuvah in Hebrew — literally “a returning”).

Everywhere this concept of “the Hebrew Spur” appears, the rhythm feels like “yield, awaken, MOVE!”

Awakening — The Spirit stirs (Ezra 1:1).

Sharpening — Community provokes one another to love (Hebrews 10:24).

Encouraging — The Spirit strengthens (1 Thess 5:11).

Surrender opens the door and the spur moves the feet. If Father God likes nudging me with the spur of His glorious cowboy boot spur, I am here for it. Thank you, Jesus!

Love in Truth and Action

To be spurred by God isn’t about being pressured — it’s about being prompted.

It’s the divine nudge that says it’s time to take action and move.

Maybe it’s time to forgive.

Maybe it’s time to serve.

Maybe it’s time to baptize, build, speak, or go.

Whatever the direction or action, the source is always the same. I love my internal GPS…God’s Perfect Son. I love these lessons which are anchoring my heart and spirit all the more to His Word.

I was spurred to study “spur” before coffee. I flipped to Numbers 14 and have been processing it most of the day. My Matthew 28:30 blanket at the shop had me singing a new song all day.

Father God,
Stir me awake with Your holy spur.
Sharpen my heart where it has grown dull,
and provoke me to love that acts and gives and moves.

When I hesitate, remind me that the same Spirit who stirs me also strengthens me.

Spur me on, Lord — to love and good works. Thank you for washing me clean every morning and teaching me so tenderly with gusto. I am yours. Please keep the boot spur on my hind quarters, if necessary. In Jesus name, Amen.

Mark The Baptizer

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Thank you, Jesus, for my husband and his humor. In this moment, it feels like Divine Humor that Psalm 37:37 is doing a “prime-prime” jig in my spirit.

This morning, on our way to church, I was sharing with my husband about the yod—the smallest letter in Hebrew, yet the one that represents the very hand of God. How fitting that in His kingdom, what seems smallest carries eternal weight.

The nudge to share with him occurred during an old Oleta Adams song and I had just looked up the lyrics to a different Oleta song nudged into my heart.

After Cole’s Everlasting Love

When we arrived, we had a few minutes to visit with others. I walked over to meet Miss Shonya, as she was sitting alone. Only hours later can I see what He did there! It was perfect to send me to meet someone who appears alone to humble me. Simple obedience yields such precious fruit.

Her words didn’t humble me, the way she looked at me did. Such patient eyes…it felt like Jesus was looking at me .

We sang #55 , Holy, Holy, Holy for the first time today, after noting it the first time we visited Creekmont. Miss Autumn, a precious child, was baptized. The tears were not controllable.

We also sang The Only Name. I am NOT surprised there is a version from Big Daddy Weave.

Shad taught straight from Matthew 5:17, right where Jesus says that not one jot or tittle will pass from the Law until all is fulfilled. The same passage that had been stirring in my spirit yesterday found its echo from the pulpit today. I noted the WORD was preserved by salt and light before it was written by scribes. Only God!

For the sake of posterity, I am to note three key points made which spurred my spirit beautifully.

One was about valuing the stars in the sky. If they only appeared once a year, the entire world would be filled with wonder. We sure would miss them if they disappeared! Naturally, I was sitting there thinking of Father God’s “tiny but infinitely powerful hand” tossing the stars into the universe to delight us. We plan to lay in our backyard tonight and just ponder them together.

Second was a powerful truth that obedience tells the world who you belong to. Wowza! My obedience is far from perfect, but I can taste and see the fruit from it in ways words fail to express. The proverbial title to my heart, mind and spirit says “OWNED BY YESHUA”.

Third was Jesus NEVER retaliated.

God doesn’t miss a detail—He confirms His word again and again.

Praise, praise and more praise.

Shad shared that someone in the church had baptized two people yesterday. We both appreciated how names were not mentioned and the glory was all given to God. He deserves all our thanks and praise!

That said, the person who baptized two men yesterday was my husband. Sarah worked with us for over a year but left to take care of her dying father almost two years ago. He passed away in recent months and they finally had an opportunity schedule the baptism when they could have their entire family present.

Last Sunday was our third experience at Creekmont General Baptist Church. Mark talked to Shad and Calvin and received permission to baptize non-members. How wonderful! They joyfully opened the church and their baptismal for my husband to baptize Chip.

We think it’s so cool that part of his journey to Jesus began in a vape shop , one where conversations about faith never stayed bottled up! Godversations can plant or prune, that is for certain. In addition, Chip help lead his teammate, Christian, to be also be obedient to the call to be baptized. Now the second baptism feels like a divine exclamation point!

The pastor even returned early from vacation to be present, and others from the church encouraged my husband afterward. But what fills me most is not the applause—it’s the posture. My husband’s readiness to serve, to say yes to the Spirit, and to do it with genuine humility.

As I write this, he’s driving two of our longtime small-group friends to the airport for their trip to Italy. That’s who he is—serving, giving, carrying others forward while God keeps unfolding His own story through our lives.

The vision we shared last night about #WOJOY Tiny houses further amplifies his heart. In short, the retirement dream is to have land and a Tiny Home community where we can help widows and orphans get back into WORD and LIFE. Transformation, God’s Way.

Every detail—every jot and every tittle—reminds me that nothing is wasted in His hands.

After the service, I went to hug Becky, Shad’s wife. I could not contain the giddiness over what I was compelled to write out yesterday. Oh, the joy of the nod to the YOD!

When the Holy Spirit says “SHARE”, obedience is the only answer.

Father God, thank you for all the new songs in my heart. Thank you for our new church. Thank you for Brother Shad mentioning Cece Winan’s version of Because He Lives”, written by Bill and Gloria Gaither. 

“God sent His son, they called Him, Jesus. He came to love, heal and forgive. He lived and died to buy my pardon. An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives. // Because He lives, I can face tomorrow. Because He lives, all fear is gone; Because I know He holds the future, And life is worth the living, Just because He lives!“. 

Thank you for the reminder of how “bummer lambs” know the voice of their shepherd. You re-taught me that in the past three days. Shad used an example of someone having a bad heart and the exact phrase of “what a BUMMER” was used. Not odd, but very much a Godwink. Instantly, you transformed that into a personal reminder to me to stay attuned to your voice. #YESSIR #ISWYDT

Yessir, when the world likes to say, “I’ve got you”, or “you’ve got this” or any variation in between, I will stand firm that Jesus holds it all together (Col 1:17) and is the alpha and omega of “I GOT YOU”.

For this unbelievably fertile orchard you have given me, I will never have enough praise. But you get every iota, jot and tittle of all I am or will ever be. How could I not burst out in praise …you deserve it from every rooftop!!!

Please keep close to Miss Autumn, Chip , Christian and all newly baptized children. Please extend special provisions and protection from the enemy bound to attack. keep drawing ALL of your children closer and embolden them in your desire to set us apart. In the mighty name of Jesus, amen.

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!

The Hidden Greatness in the Smallest Letter

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Have you ever felt God speak through something as simple as touch?

Last night, I placed my right hand over my husband’s heart, and in that stillness I felt the power of Heaven flow — a quiet confirmation of the sanctity and beauty of the marital bed. It wasn’t just comfort or closeness; it was communion. The same God who breathes life into dust and joins two into one flesh reminded me, in that simple act of touch, that His presence dwells where covenant love abides.

As I reflected, my thoughts returned to His Name — יהוה (YHWH) — the sacred four letters that reveal who He is. The very first letter, Yod (י), is the smallest in the Hebrew alphabet. And yet, it begins the holiest of all Names.

The Yod means hand — power, action, creation. It’s a spark, almost invisible. Still, it represents the divine hand of God reaching into human life. From that tiny point, everything begins. It’s the smallest letter for the Greatest Name, a whisper of a truth Jesus would later speak: “The least among you will be the greatest.”

From there the Name unfolds:

Yod — Hand: The divine spark, the beginning of creation, the touch of God.

He — Breath: The Spirit of revelation, the breath that brings life.

Vav — Nail: The connection, the joining of heaven and earth, of God and man.

He — Breath again: The echo of grace, repeated and revealed.

The Name of God itself tells the story of divine humility, connection, and breath — the same pattern He wove into the intimacy of marriage: hand, breath, oneness, grace.

Even the smallest letter carries eternal weight. The Yod, that tiny hand of light, is the reminder that God’s greatness begins in humility, and His power is revealed in covenant love — in the still, sacred spaces where His breath fills our lives.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow! Thank you, Jesus, for EVERYTHING.

Have you invited His hand to rest on your heart lately — or on the heart of the one you love — and simply said, “Breathe here, Lord”?