Since I shared this to Miss Omie’s Facebook page, I failed to post it here on her actual birthday. Today is “catch up” day in countless ways.
I am fairly certain Jesus wants me to give gifts like this to those I love. I know how He used creating this one for Omie to draw me even closer to Him. Miss Omie’s is the first —-so I should remember the day He spurred me on. May she always know how precious, set-apart and special He made her!!!💜✝️💜
Whether one verse or ten, His Word will always be the best. I’m so blessed to know and love Omie.
Father God, always I’m before You in praise and thanksgiving. And we’re not gonna overcomplicate this—I’ve already praised You out loud today, and now I just need to share what’s on my heart.
I know You’ve put Joe Rogan on my heart for a reason that is way beyond me. You’ve taught me more about jiu-jitsu in the last couple of days than I could possibly imagine.
Thank You for showing me the similarities, the language, and the beauty of discipline that mirrors discipleship. Thank You for reminding me that it’s Your timing and not ours, Lord—that You are the one who draws hearts, layer by layer, not by force but by love.
Father, I genuinely believe You’ve used this art, this language of movement and humility, to prepare Joe’s spirit to recognize You. Thirty years of training, thirty years of submission and patience—it’s been a sermon in motion, preached in a language he understands.
So I’m asking, in the quiet power of Your Spirit, that You continue to meet him where he is—on the mat, in conversation, in stillness. Let him sense that the discipline he has honored all these years is leading him to the Master who authored it.
Please, remove every barrier of pride or misunderstanding, and replace it with wonder and peace.
Let him encounter You, Lord—not through argument, not through religion, but through revelation. Let him see that the red belt of mastery he has likely pursued all his life is just a reflection of the scarlet thread of salvation You’ve already woven for him.
Bless him with clarity of spirit and softness of heart. Use the people around him—friends, guests, moments of awe—to speak Your truth in ways that only You can arrange.
When the moment is right, let him know beyond doubt that it’s You, and that You’ve been with him every step, every roll, every breath.
In the mighty name of Jesus—the true Grandmaster of grace—Amen💜✝️💜
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 .💜✝️💜
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!
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.
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.
Today, I took an old friend who has cancer for lunch, before coming to work. Pondering his current circumstances has made it a prayer FULL day. When Miss Kelly shared about a certain gossiping aide, I encouraged her to pray for her and bless her. Her instant reception to that response proved to be confirmation.
Within minutes of her leaving, I caught a triple confirmation. Some days, God is so beautifully present, I am in awe. Today has been such a day.
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. 💜✝️💜
I woke up this morning feeling wooed. That word has been echoing in my heart, and it’s exactly what Job 36:16 says:
The Hebrew word here is סוּת (sut), which means to incite, entice, or draw out. The image is not of God forcing or driving us, but of Him gently, persistently pulling us out of trouble and into freedom. He woos us—away from the jaws of distress and toward a wide-open place of life.
Wooed Through the Fire
This connects deeply with the image of fire, dross, and refining. When silver or gold is heated, the impurities rise and are removed as dross. leaving what is pure. Sometimes all we see is the soot and dross—the blackened remains of what was burned away. But those ashes testify that the Holy Spirit’s refining fire has passed through.
To be wooed is to be invited into that process: God is not scolding or condemning us; He is drawing us, lovingly, into the fire that purifies. What feels like burning is actually refining, preparing us for what remains.
Where Else Does God Woo Us?
This idea of God “wooing” or “drawing out” is found throughout Scripture:
Hosea 2:14 — “Therefore, I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the wilderness and speak tenderly to her.” (Here the verb is פָּתָה, patah—to entice, allure. Another wooing word.)
Jeremiah 31:3 — “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn (mashak) you with unfailing kindness.”
Psalm 18:19 — “He brought me out into a spacious place; He rescued me because He delighted in me.”
Song of Solomon 1:4 — “Draw me after you; let us run.” John 6:44 — “No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws them…”
Revelation 3:20 — “Behold, I stand at the door and knock…”
Each of these passages echoes the same heartbeat: God draws us, not by compulsion but by love.
Why I Feel Wooed
This morning, I felt overtly wooed. Not the heavy hand of judgment, but the gentle pull of love. He is drawing me out of what confines, away from the soot (sut #ISWYDT) and the dross, and into His spacious place.
The cross sanctifies me, and the Word—“Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth” (John 17:17)—reminds me that sanctification is both fire and “water-wooing”.
Holy fire removes the dross and Holy Water woos us into His cleansing. The Spirit does both, perfectly.
I want to let myself be drawn into deeper waters with Him. Somewhere in My God Room, I have written it’s always safe to snorkel with Jesus.
I will find that old post another time. I will also share about today’s service, message and more on a separate post. Given the message and how I was nudged singing The Old Rugged Cross, it deserves a separate post.
Oh, sweet Jesus, how I love you. Help me love you better each day. Thank you for reminding me how to find this old post from August 7, 2016. More than nine years ago, you planted this vividly on my heart and entrenched it into the spirit you have given me. I love you.
Betrayal comes in many forms . Praise God, I was blessed with a call from Miss Futina this morning. I heard how she was betrayed and my heart was cracked open. Answered prayer, especially before we close this store at the end of October.
Lord, you have all my praise and thanksgiving, please send a few more of my “stranger angels “ back into the store before we close up shop here and return solely to our original store. Hugging them would bless me. In Jesus name, amen.
Driving to work, I heard a song for the first time. I should not be surprised it’s five years old, or from Hill Song . The Lord has been clear with me on NAR and other musical nonsense. When He gives me a song, I am listening intently. This was used beautifully and my husband loved it, too.
Living means different things to different people. I am only living because of my relationship with Jesus. Modeling my life after His makes PERFECT sense to me.
This morning, moved by the Spirit through Futina’s call and “This is Living”, I posted scripture and a sentence on Facebook.
I have been praying for Father God to reveal the next piece of dross which must be removed from me. It seems to be related to Judas, which is both biblical and a necessary reminder.
We all have a little bit of Judas in us, since none of us are perfect.
Where is “my Judas” trait? For that answer, just like every other question under the sun, I go to scripture.
Scripture told us long before Jesus came that the Savior would be betrayed. “Even my close friend in whom I trusted, who ate my bread, has lifted his heel against me” (Psalm 41:9). Judas sold Him for thirty pieces of silver, just as Zechariah foresaw (Zechariah 11:12–13). The Psalms even prayed, “May another take his office” (Psalm 109:8), fulfilled when Matthias replaced Judas in Acts 1.
But Judas is not just a figure in history—he is a mirror for our hearts. Every time we love money more than Christ, every time we complain about how someone else worships, every time we choose self over surrender, we let a little bit of Judas creep back in. That’s why Proverbs says, “Take away the dross from the silver, and the smith has material for a vessel” (Proverbs 25:4). The Lord, like a refiner’s fire (Malachi 3:2–3), keeps burning away the greed, envy, and pride that would betray Him.
We must face the truth: there is a Judas streak in all of us. But the good news is that God never stops refining. He promises, “I will remove the heart of stone… and give you a heart of flesh” (Ezekiel 36:26). Daily, He calls us to let Him skim away the dross, until the only thing left is His love shining pure in us.
Let YOUR LIGHT shine, Lord. More Jesus and less Carol is always the best equation. 💜✝️💜
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