In easy terms, I will say that my soul is my connection with God. With that being said, I want a soul-feeding every day. I want to nourish down into the depths of God’s will for me. I want every piece of that to flourish.
I think of the many mornings that I've sat alone in the dark, right before (and after) sunrise. Alone in the physical sense, but not alone in the presence of God. This time of day feels spiritual to me—it is precious.
God answers our prayers with a yes, no, maybe, or later. This one was a yes, and it came later, and he definitely helped me to release a stronghold.
Father, help my eyes have the clarity to see the needs others have for prayer. Help me to pray on the spot and lift others up—not at a convenient time for me, but when the necessity is clearly in the moment.
As a writer, and for all of us, I believe the evil one feels joy as he whispers lies in our ears. He adores seeing us go off track when we believe in his words"You aren't good enough, " or, "What gives you the right or say or write that?!" (and more...). Satan's onslaught is constant, but when we are armored up, his lies cannot penetrate us. We possess the freedom to use our voices as tools to help others when our faith and shields are in place!
Thank you for your words, trust God, trust Jesus. The world cannot be trusted. So, we don't love it and life's circumstances. We love you!
Sometimes, when we feel we don't hear God (after all, we're only human), we are looking in the wrong place. Sometimes, we need to remember how he talks to us, and we need to listen and respond to the silence...he is there, we just aren't where we need to be.
My desire in life is to not write what the itching ears want to hear. My goal is to write the truth. I do not want to steer anyone away from God's truth through either verbal or written word. My thoughts wrap around how easily words are miscontrued in today's society.
I was alone that day and it struck me—the conviction to drop to my knees, cry out to the Lord, and repent. I spilled every ounce of anguish and sin from my heart. I cried out for favor and forgiveness. As I repented, I felt his presence. Our relationship grew from that very moment.
I talked about how I know this as a succinct distraction from Satan. A deflection from the enemy. A deviation from a focus on God, instead it is an (idolization) on COVID-19.