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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!!

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.

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”?

10-10 Shalom Shalom

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Last night felt like one of those evenings that God writes Himself. It would be impossible to convey the depth. It brings up my own daughter’s habit years ago of how she would “recommend” things with four word sentence structures.

#ISWYDT Much words. Many feelings. 💜✝️💜

10 / 10. Father God, forgive me that “perfect tens” bring me back to old memories of Nadia at the Olympics. The only perfection on earth comes from you. Still, I see the parallels between balancing, vaulting and dancing for YOU versus the world.

John 10 : 10 and Revelation 10 : 10 work together beautifully. Those are the 10/10’s you used to stick a perfect landing in my heart. It may never look perfect to the world and that is the point. 💜✝️💜

Two verses—both ten ten—speaking the same rhythm: life received, word consumed, peace realized.

Like any married couple, we have a routine each evening. The last thirty minutes of our evening , we are typically snuggled up in bed watching something on TV. I curl up on my left side and rest in the nook of his right arm. I have always called it The Nook. 😇

Perhaps because I had been in the WORD all day, I was extra sensitive. I don’t claim to know HOW God moves. I only know He moved me to turn my eyes away from the TV last night and let it fade to background noise.

I placed my right hand over his heart and it felt like I melted into my husband.

I began to pray instead of watch.

I pictured the Name of Yahweh written in the palm of my hand—just as Scripture says His name is written on ours—and I whispered His breath-name with each inhale and exhale.

Yah (in) … Weh (out).

Gratitude poured out of me—thankfulness for this man, our marriage, for all the ways God has used him to protect us and our business. The kind of utterly raw gratitude born from being so in love with Jesus that I am feasting on His Word. Feeling so full of Him and thanking Him for all the truths He is revealing to me.

Thank you, Jesus, for all the treasures you have planted in my heart!

Breathe in. Breathe out. Then came deeper breathing and silently singing, “ Sanctify us by your truth. Your word is truth.” I have been hearing that scripture as a new song in my heart. It was a prime evening and the song was inspired directly by the doubly primed John 17:17.

God uses numbers, music and people in my life in extraordinary ways. It’s important to clarify I do NOT ascribe any power to verses based on man’s numbering of verses. God alone gets all the glory for how He powerfully connects scripture to grow me.

I love, love LOVE how He connected John and Revelation 10:10’s for me. It helps my brain when He gives me “bookends”. He really is a Good, Good Father. He knows exactly how he wired my brain.

Last night was so much more than a wife silently singing, praising God and praying over her husband. For the past few months, the sanctity of our marital bed has been a dominant theme. It felt like our entire marital covenant was renewed without a single word being spoken between us.

I realized it was more than peace; it was perfect peace — shalom shalom. Certainly the closest to perfect peace I have experienced in nearly 58 years.

I felt something so deep and was exhausted beyond exhausted.

The still small voice is more than powerful and gave me strength when I was nudged to look deeper into what shalom really means. I studied it extensively over the past year, but I was so tired my brain was struggling to retrieve the heart of the word.

“Let the last words you hear tonight help you truly rest. Shalom is MY WORD, hear it “. That was the gist of the nudge.

So I asked the question via the internet and I read aloud to my husband the fullness of that word:

Shalom means not just calmness but wholeness, completeness, the harmony of body, soul, and spirit; how its root, shalem, means to be made whole; how true shalom shalom is peace stacked upon peace—heaven’s wholeness touching earth’s heart.

10 / 10 in every way.

The date of abundant life.

The verse of the sweet scroll.

Being in My Nook and realizing deeply it is His Nook. I felt both the embrace of my husband on earth and the embrace of the Father in heaven.

The evening of shalom shalom—perfect peace, twice spoken, fully lived.

Perfection, twice over.

Wowza. Another double portion. Thank you, Jesus.

PS. As a proverbial cherry on top of the heavenly sundae …this day is the anniversary of meeting Miss Roxanne in Montepulciano! Oh, how I love her!

A Divine Touch

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There’s something holy about human touch. From the beginning, God chose to make Himself known through nearness — not from afar, but through contact. He formed Adam from the dust and breathed life into him. He touched Isaiah’s lips with a coal and made him clean. And when Jesus walked this earth, His healing flowed not through distance, but through touch.

The Hebrew word for touch — נָגַע (nāgaʿ) — means “to reach, to come near, to connect.” It can mean to brush against, to strike, or to cling to. It’s the same word used when God touched Jacob’s hip and changed his walk forever (Genesis 32:25), and when the angel touched Isaiah’s lips and said, “Your guilt is taken away” (Isaiah 6:7).

A single touch from Heaven transforms what it touches.

In the Greek, the word is ἅπτομαι (haptomai), meaning “to fasten oneself to.” That’s the word used when the woman pressed through the crowd to touch the hem of Jesus’ garment (Matthew 9:20–22). Her touch wasn’t casual — it was desperate, believing that one contact with Him would be enough. And it was.

Touch is how Heaven meets earth — how the unseen becomes felt.

It’s why Jesus touched the leper and made him whole (Luke 5:13), took children in His arms and blessed them (Mark 10:16), and touched His trembling disciples saying, “Do not be afraid” (Matthew 17:7).

We were made for connection — for community, for covenant, for communion. Marriage is one reflection of this holy design — the physical expression of becoming one flesh, where touch is sacred, not casual. But even beyond marriage, the human touch of compassion, prayer, and presence carries the warmth of divine love.

Sometimes, when someone hugs us at the right moment, holds our hand, or prays with us, it’s not just them — it’s Heaven reaching through human hands.

So when you touch another with kindness, when you reach out to pray, comfort, or heal — remember:

You are echoing His heart.

You are embodying His Word.

You are carrying His love in flesh and bone.

Thank you, Jesus, for giving me such a grounding in your WORD before I even left for work today. Your Word is life, power, healing and everything GOOD.

My God Pillow

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Somewhere in MyGodRoom, I have written about my “arm cover” and pray to find it. There was something attached that I am meant to revisit today. That link had Jeremiah 33:3 at the bottom. *Chills*. Multiple searches on key words and I can not find it.

This text was to L’Tonya on August 9. Her name pulled up that blog, with Zephaniah 3:17, not the pillow or sleeping situation. 💜✝️💜

Shortly after the spirit moved me on May 8, 2025, I began to sleep on my stomach instead of my side. I sleep with my face turned on the mattress and my arms are over my head, underneath the pillow.

I didn’t used to sleep this way. In fact, I used to guard my heart even in the night – folded, tense, half-ready to rise again.

But since the spring, something in me has softened. Now I lie face down, arms stretched overhead, hands meeting beneath the pillow, forearms hidden like roots under gentle soil.

And somehow, even in sleep, I feel Him there —not above me, not distant —but around me, under me, within the quiet rise of breath.

Sometimes the pillow feels like His hand, the soft weight of mercy pressing out the day’s noise. Other times it’s like the cloud that hid Moses —a covering where He whispers peace.

I can’t even rest on top of the pillow anymore. I essentially burrow beneath it, like a child hiding in light.

It’s as if my spirit knows that He is between the world and the wounds I used to carry.

And while I sleep, He speaks.

Not always in words — sometimes in warmth, sometimes in pictures that feel like home. Dreams where the edges of fear dissolve, and the sound of His laughter becomes the rhythm of my breathing. I love the dreams where I wake up giggling a pinch.

I’m learning to let Him be the pillow, the wing, the breath beneath my arms. Really trying to relearn everything to the point He is My Everything.

I’m learning that childlike trust is not regression —it’s an internal resurrection. I love this verse from Isaiah as a double dose of Shalom. This exact repetition, “shalom shalom,” occurs twice in Scripture

Isaiah 26 : 3 and Isaiah 57 : 19 form beautiful bookends. Chapter 26 is more about a personal, inner wholeness and Chapter 57 a more communal, reconciling wholeness.

The 13-year-old heart I thought was long gone is just learning how to sleep again. It only took 44 years to feel TRULY safe, covered, and spoken to by Love Himself.

Thank you, Jesus.

I was Here

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I was here today.

Actually, I have been so many places in scripture, It would be impossible to document everything the Holy Spirit has been teaching me.

Still, I need to document the gist of the adventure. It’s been a doozy.

I started in Genesis, tracing the moment God covered Adam and Eve. I looked up the Hebrew — kaphar, to cover, to atone — and then I saw how the word for skin (‘or’) was almost the same as light (or).

That stopped me. It felt like He whispered, “You were once clothed in My light, and I’m still covering you.”

I didn’t just read it — I felt it.

Then I followed the thread of 3:16–17 — the curse, the promise, the Savior, the song.

From “Cursed is the ground for your sake” to “For God so loved the world” to “The Lord your God will rejoice over you with singing.”

It was as if the whole Bible bent around those verses,and I saw how the curse became the chorus — how grace sang louder than grief.

Next came the 2:22s —He spoke to me about relationship, union, and belonging. It may be an odd way for others, but the nudge was clear to dig deeper into the power of twos. Every since May 2024, double portions have been drowning me.

Full disclosure, I was directed to use the tools at my disposal I let the computer make the images.

From the rib to the Bride, from the garden to the Church,

He keeps forming family out of dust and breath.

I thought about how He covers me differently now. He’s drawn me toward modesty, reverence, and holy covering.

It’s ironic, really. He has literally circumcised my flesh from a size 18-20 to an 8-10. Every step in the process, “less was more”. Less weight externally carried a different weight internally for me…More Jesus and Less Carol.

It’s not shame to dress modestly. It’s sacred.

And then — 33:3.

“Call to Me, and I will answer you.”

That verse hit me like a flood.

Because I have been calling,

and today it felt like He answered — not with thunder, but with threads.

Every word wove into the next until it felt like He was saying,

“See? I’ve been here in every chapter, every number, every tear.”

I am crying now, but these tears are watering something good.

I don’t know what will grow from them yet,

but I know He planted something precious today.

And I was here.

I was fully here — in His Word, in His presence, in His story.

Meet Me in The Water

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Five days ago, I posted something about being most appropriately wooed by the Holy Spirit. Sunday was glorious and running into Eva after church was a blessing in more ways than one. She shared that she was attending this Kayla Gabbard Meet Me in the Water event with a friend and sent me the info.

When I came home from work on Monday, two books were waiting for me — sent by author Pam Bacani. Inside one of them, she had written these words:

“May He woo you to Himself and hold you close.”

And He has. He’s been wooing me all week. I had literally just written in detail how He woos me and draws me closer. Woo Hoo, indeed!

He looks a lot like our dog #ISWYDT

You see, I messaged Pam privately after she posted about her baptism three months ago. The way she described her faith journey resonated with mine in many ways. She did not see the message for over two months!! In His Time, she saw it about two weeks ago, and responded by sending me two of her books. His timing is always so much better!

I did not feel called to be baptized today. I did feel called to come — to pray for those volunteering , all attending and for ALL who need to meet Jesus. I brought a journal to write and the 55 Day Devotional which Pam blessed me with on Monday evening.

No shocker, today was “Day Five” in that new devotional. When I opened to the fifth day and saw Zephaniah 3:17, it was confirmation to be still and listen to His Melody. Being here with some of His Children for nearly five hours has been a bigger blessing than words can describe. Zeph 3:17 was given to me in August and they way it keeps popping up in various places is sich a huge Godwink for me.

I could listen and linger in beautiful Godversations all day, but it is time to safely make my way home. Overwhelmed with the goodness of God is the best way to be overwhelmed.

I pray YOU know Jesus💜✝️💜

Lois and Lecrae

On By mygodroomIn gratitude, music, obedienceLeave a comment

I posted this to my Facebook around noon today:

Lecrae was not on my bingo card of new music. I learned who he was maybe two weeks ago because I heard HillSong’s acoustic version of “This is Living” on the radio. Searching for the version I heard, I noticed he was on the 2015 release. I am in a season where I prefer the acoustic version, but I knew his name.

Low and behold, my friend, Lois Tverberg, posted a fun story about meeting Lecrae last night. I learned Lecrae’s latest, “My Story” has a great shout out to her and Marty Solomon, the gentleman in this video with Lecrae. He pronounces her name PERFECTLY in a rap song! 💕

Rather than share Lois’ post, I was nudged to see if there were any videos with Lecrae talking to either Marty or Lois. I found this from six months ago and it blew me away how they discussed deconstruction as a tool for reconstruction. Marty explains CHIASMS used in writing scriptures in a digestible mannner. Exciting stuff, really!

Wherever YOU may be in your own faith journey, there is great wisdom and insight shared in this video. I love, love LOVE Marty’s metaphor about Eastern/Western scripture understanding and piano playing. The chords are crucial, but the melody is necessary, too. May it bless you, should you choose to listen. 💜✝️💜

The video I linked was this one:

Lecrae and Marty Solomon

The whole truth is far bigger than what I posted to the world on Facebook. You see, a little over one week ago, that song came on the radio as I was driving to work. Specifically, Tuesday, September 23 at 9:48 am, according the date and time stamp. I was nudged to wait for the song name and only now hear it was not in the lyrics recorded

First time hearing the song

When I opened the shop, I remember searching for the song and learning Lecrae was on the original release a decade ago. I enjoyed his rapping in that version, but the electrónica dance vibe of the song, as a whole, just isn’t my spiritual jam. The acoustic version which moved me on the way to work is the one I downloaded.

The thing which speaks loudest to me in the above video is my sideways cross. The entire story of how I came to have two very different crosses replays in my heart as I type this from my phone. I was shocked I could even switch out my necklaces without my husband’s help last week.

I must praise Him for His glorious nudges to me. The one last week was intense. So intense, I had to at least attempt to put the “right necklace” on . 💜✝️💜

I had dinner with Joyce that Tuesday evening. We shared wonderful Godversation, as we always do. The following morning, as I was driving to work, I was nudged equally as hard to talk to Jesus. So, I turned my radio off, as one does. My phone was not connected to my car.

There was no music playing, yet “This is Living” is quite loud to my ears today. I say something about hearing an old song “ in my ear” and I can catch something about my spirit being disrupted.

Well, here’s the deal. I hear a lot of music “in my ear” that no one else hears. It’s important to clarify that for me, disrupted spirit isn’t a “bad” thing. When He “disrupts” me, it’s always for my edification. I love, love LOVE all the ways God gives me lessons. I do have a special affinity for how He gives me my spiritual soundtrack.

Ultimately, part of me desperately wants to know every word He had me speak. Good heavens, it’s about seven minutes in total length.

However, I am sharing a shorter clip, as it conveys what I believe He meant for it to convey. Thank you, Jesus, for mysteries which all point back to you.