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, Thank You for opening my eyes to the Hebrew roots of pride and the Greek words that reveal its many forms. Pride is always the absence of wisdom and the absence of genuine love.
Where pride grows, love shrinks. Where love shrinks, relationships fracture. Where relationships fracture, the enemy rejoices.
Only you, Jehovah Rapha, heal the root.
Holy Father Abba in Heaven, I come to You as Your daughter, seeking deliverance from every form of pride— seen and unseen, confessed and unconfessed, known and hidden.
Lord, Your Word says clearly “Love does not envy, love does not boast, love is not proud.” (1 Corinthians 13:4) So I ask You now: Destroy everything in me and in Your daughters that is not rooted in love.
By the power of Your Spirit, tear down every high place where we have lifted ourselves above another.
Strike down the swelling pride of ga’ōn (Obadiah 1:3; Isaiah 16:6).
Bring low the lifted heart of rūm (Deuteronomy 8:14; Obadiah 1:4).
Break the stubbornness of zādōn (Psalm 119:21; Deuteronomy 17:12–13).
Soften the haughty eyes of gāvah (Proverbs 21:4; Psalm 131:1).
And wash out the sourness of ḥāmatz (Psalm 73:21 [“my heart was embittered”]; Exodus 12:15 as the leaven-warning tied to pride), before it spreads into bitterness.
Lord, kill the bitter root. Kill it completely. Kill it at the source. Do not let it grow back. Do not let it entangle Your daughters or choke out sisterhood, unity, and peace.
Holy Spirit, lay down a new foundation: a foundation of humility, a foundation of gentleness, a foundation of wisdom from above— pure, peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruit (James 3:17).
Father, let Your love cast out every fear, every comparison, every jealousy, and every wound that pride tries to cover.
In the mighty name of Jesus, I renounce all pride. I renounce every bitter root. I renounce every spirit that brings division.
Plant in me—and in every sister— a heart that loves like You love, that listens like You listen, and that bows like You bowed when You washed feet.
Let us love more and more by your perfect example.
Make us one, Lord. Make us whole. Make us healed. And let Your Spirit guard our unity with Your peace.
I went to church this morning without my husband. He wasn’t feeling well, so I told him I would carry him with me in spirit. After church I came home, made us lunch, and told him I was going to attend my very first jiu-jitsu class at One Nation Jiu-Jitsu.
At first he laughed, but later—just before I left—he told me how proud he was of me. Mark knows me well. Praise God.
When I arrived, there were two young students, two others maybe in their late 20s or 30s, and two female instructors, Sam and Sadie. Sadie was wonderful—encouraging, strong, and patient. She’s 38 and told me about “Jiu-Jitsu Grandma Elaine” from Alabama who began training around 62.
I looked her up; what an inspiration!
My training partners, Mushaffa and Lindsay, were amazing. We practiced the closed-guard position, using praying hands to sweep, push to the floor, and transition into a Kimura hold. They helped me every step of the way.
After drills I watched everyone roll and spar. It was fascinating—the flow, the respect, the controlled strength.
At one moment, there were three feet clearly coming from one leg as I watched Sam and Sadie spar. All I could think was about a chord of three strands and Ecclesiastes being brought to life.
I’m sore but so full of gratitude. Thank You, Lord, for the courage to step onto the mat, for new teachers and friends, and for the joy of trying something completely new.
The funniest moment was Sadie telling me Sam had figured I had some type of gymnastics background. I confirmed I could still do cartwheels, as I did for Linda in the Hickory Falls parking lot last night. One of the younger students said she could do a cartwheel, as well. I said, “yes and that’s fantastic …but you are not 57 years old””. She might be 10-11 and said, yes I am 57! 🤣🤣🤣
I went home to rest for a half hour before visiting with my JoJo. What a blessing to listen to good music with good friends and make dinner from cheese, crackers and grapes.
Thank you, Jesus, for every little thing. I love you. I have not written about my girls night out last night—-but it’s blessing has been echoing all day. Thank you for the lovely sisters you have given me. I love you.
For several years, anytime a word pops in my head, I just Google “XYZ word in The Bible”. It’s been a fun way for the Holy Spirit to teach me.
It’s been super interesting to search His Word for jiu-jitsu terminology.
There’s a quiet wisdom in learning how far to stand from the world and how close to stand with God.
The Bible may never use the phrase “distance management,” but its pages are filled with lessons on when to draw near and when to step back.
Jesus Himself modeled this perfectly.
He loved the crowds—but often withdrew from them. He walked with twelve—but shared His deepest moments with three.
And when He needed to hear the Father clearly, He went alone to the mountains to pray. (Luke 5:16)
Distance, in His hands, was not disconnection. It was discernment.
Proverbs offers practical balance applications.
All relationships have a rhythm, even friendship. Love tends to breathe best when there is space for oxygen between hearts.
Abraham was called to leave his homeland so that he could find his promise. (Genesis 12:1)
Paul wrote of being “separate” not to reject others, but to protect holiness. (2 Corinthians 6:17)
Proverbs 4:23 tells us,
Maybe distance management is simply what heaven calls balance—the rhythm of approach and retreat,
The gift of meekness is separate from the holy art of knowing when to speak and when to stay silent,
Conversely, there are times to be in crowds and opportunities to slip away to pray.
Seems in jiu-jitsu, you learn that distance determines control.
Too close and you’re vulnerable. Too far and you lose connection.
But the right space—disciplined, measured, and aware—creates strength, peace, and posture.
So maybe “distance management” is not about walls at all.
It’s about alignment.
Keeping God close, keeping peace within reach, and keeping chaos far enough away that it cannot pull you off balance.
Maybe there were several reasons Jesus had me doing cartwheels at 57 all summer. I always felt it was to encourage others and make them smile. They made many people smile in many different places.
In this moment, it feels like they also served to remind me when I am in balance with Him, anything is possible. That’s how it feels today.
Thank you, Jesus. I sure do love you. Today has been a big moving day for the store and Your moving my perspective is everything in this moment.
This morning, the first word in my ear was “delta”. Wowza, what a lesson that was for me about my constant source! Seamlessly, the next place He took me was the connection He made for me in EZE 47:12 and REV 22:2 last year.
Talk about imagery! There’s a river that begins in the presence of God.
Ezekiel saw it first—water pouring out from beneath the threshold of the temple, turning salt water fresh, bringing life wherever it flowed. He wrote,
Centuries later, John saw that same river—this time in the New Jerusalem, clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb.
CONSIDER THE SOURCE, YESSIR!! #ISWYDT
Excuse me while I do a happy dance. I heard “consider the source” around March 2024. I only remember it because He tied the message to farm fresh eggs. Just that change to my earthly diet generated 26 pounds of weight loss. When people ask how I’ve lost so much weight, I can honestly say my diet was loaded with bread and water…from Coach Jesus. Praise God, it’s still about 96 pounds which has been circumcised from my body.
The nudges to consider the source of any given thing have been distinct. How did I not realize they were unique in their sameness? They are not identical. It’s a distinct nudge to allow Scripture to soak into me so deeply that it “geeks me out” a pinch.
Both prophets were describing the same thing:
God moving through creation, feeding and healing everything it touches.
And then Jesus said,
Suddenly the vision becomes personal.
That river doesn’t just run beside us—it runs through us.
The same life that flows from the throne now courses through the Vine, into the branches, out into the world.
We don’t generate it; we simply stay connected so it can keep flowing.
The plants, the oils, the leaves—every green thing—is part of that same design.
They don’t compete with the Healer; they reveal Him.
They remind us that His restoration still moves through the natural world, that grace is as tangible as sap in a stem.
So I sit here quietly, realizing:
I’m just a branch, but I know where the Source flows from.
And if I stay attached, the same living water that makes the leaves heal and the fruit nourish will keep moving through me too—
I would call it “Tricked by Tverberg”, if not for a world which would misread it.
My friend, Lois, keeps popping up, like she did October 2 and October 16. Come on, how many Christian rappers are out there dropping lyrics about Marty Solomon and Lois Tverberg, correctly pronouncing her name?
Only God weaves everything together for His Good Purposes.
I love, love, LOVE reading Lois’ newsletter for Jewish Jewels and utilizing her En-Gedi Resource Center in my studies. She is such a treasure trove of knowledge. Good knowledge. I wrote about Lois and the rapper on October 2 and the very next night, the newsletter was like a hug from Jesus in her words, and His.
The latest in the Lois Hat Trick is she shared a posted meme that purported to be from C.S. Lewis’s The Screwtape Letters. It read:
I was clearly happy to learn John Cleese did the audio book. 🤣. There was a precious evening nearly two years ago when I watched Monty Python’s The Life of Brian with my husband. I’d love to hear Cleese’ s delivery.
I digress. It happens.
The large percentage of those commenting telling Lois Tverberg, of all people, to delete a “false” post, struck me as odd. The truth police are interesting to me, especially those purporting to understand His Truth.
Good thing I have been trained to bless and not curse anyone on the internet! It is amazing how simply choosing to bless those who make questionable comments actually blesses me.
Praise God, through Lois’ actions, I learned a great lesson in how to correct oneself, and others. She posted a follow up for clarification with astounding grace and kindness.
The Screwtape Letters (1942) are well known. For those who don’t get the reference, The author, C.S. Lewis, imagines letters from “Uncle Screwtape” (a senior devil) to his younger nephew Wormwood, advising how to lead “the Patient” away from the Enemy (God). He dedicated the book to JRR Tolkien for leading him to Jesus.
The irony is the reality that Tolkien thought the book too simple and Lewis should have matured in his faith before publishing. I’m fairly certain the Master of the Universe blessed the book beyond measure. The book was an instant hit in the middle of WWII.
One of the central themes is to keep “the patient” focused on external systems, on the faults of others. Distraction is the enemy’s game. The goal for the distraction is to prevent humans from turning inward and cultivating virtue, character, or any other good thing.
The meme may not quote Lewis word-for-word, but the insight is deeply Lewisian: the temptation is often to fixate on what’s outside us (the “broken system”) and ignore the inner life.
As I sit with Lois, Lewis and Tolkien on my brain with the Holy Spirit dancing a jig, I am giddy.
Just as every prior stitch connects to the next, l am blown away to to learn that in February 2025 Cleese jabbed at Joe Rogan online. Rogan’s response mere weeks later was to share an old 1987 clip of John Cleese waxing poetically about Extremism.
John Cleese publicly critiqued institutional religion, extremism and loss of humor in the full five minute clip. What Joe Rogan posted of John Cleese sounded much like our current “nastier , harsher atmosphere everywhere.”
Lewis published in 1941 and Cleese’s prophetic words were recorded in 1987. I just think it’s super cool for Joe Rogan to be amplifying those same words in 2025. It feels like Joe might have been nudged to point out the same pattern of distraction, division, and spiritual danger we encounter today. #ISWYDT
What are my take aways today?
Oh, so many! I just came to finish this post and learned Cleese never did the audio book! Of course, I felt called to correct my error. But, I still love, love LOVE how Lois, Cleese and Rogan each remain a part of His Lesson for me today.
Everything is still connected by His Hand.
Cleese reminds us that satire can wake us up. Rogan sharing something from roughly 38 years ago proves truth remains truth over time. I pray it woke millions up from their spiritual slumber.
I believe the ability to laugh at ourselves can become a spiritual discipline. It has certainly made me much more loving to the Blonde Polish Chick God created me to be. I struggled many decades with not truly being able to laugh at myself, much less love myself.
The primary takeaway today is fairly simple.
Thank you, Jesus, for teaching me: “Be mindful of fixation; focus on virtue and character, knowing God says laughter is good medicine.”
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.
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 .💜✝️💜
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.
Meeting Marcus and Brad from Missouri was a blessing. The 120 bucks was a nice sale, yet the Godversation is the treasure. Marcus commented about how pleasant it was to just talk to another human. The topics changed and ultimately, he REALLY appreciated my stating the obvious about why race was a non-important factor in our Godversation.
Simply standing on a simple little truth burst the entire Godversation wide open. Thank you, Father God.
Suddenly, I am mentally and spiritually back in Judges 7 from this morning. I am pondering Gideon and how God moved through him.
Nikita is bringing me my “Welded Heart” today. Lord, may it make my heart dance to your beat and may the words out of my mouth praise and point to you.
Ok. I have returned after receiving this piece and I am struggling for words. Quickly, I see I didn’t finish typing my prayer out. Since everything I ask is always in the powerful name of Jesus, I don’t think it’s a prayer issue.
While I appreciate the craftsmanship and time spent, this is not anything like the welded heart I described to Nikita last month.
I wear a heart necklace and one of two crosses around my neck each day. The vision was a barbed wire looking heart with a cross rising out of it- similar to how I wear my necklaces. Part of the heart would appear extra protected and part would be open.
Tears traversed my face. I couldn’t understand them in the moment. In retrospect, I think I understand the source.
Like everything, He is the source. Duh! She could tell I wasn’t thrilled with her effort, despite my attempt to be gracious in disappointment. She was clear she had zero desire to keep it, as she is not a Christian. She refused to let me pay for it, too.
It makes me sad to hear someone say they literally do not know a single person who would appreciate a cross. She said she does not know any Christians. None. She was painfully clear on the point and it pained me.
I am reminded of all I have experienced with God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit since beginning this Daniel study on April 30.
My God Room 