Name Your Mountain

But Jesus. Jesus went out to the mountain to pray.

www.bible.com/2016/luk.6.12.nrsv

I’ve always thought the idea of a prayer closet as too confining, but that’s simply my personal preference. I’ve tried and I enjoy a wider space for this intimate time spent with God. I also realize, ‘prayer closet’ doesn’t have to be a literal closet.

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Mighty Warrior

Mighty Warrior. If you are a child of God; belief in Jesus through faith, you are a mighty warrior. Perhaps you don’t feel like a mighty warrior, rest assured you are. Maybe you don’t want to be a mighty warrior, but you are. Mighty warrior is in your spiritual lineage if not your physical lineage, as Abraham was the father of many nations.

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Let Go My Soul

A few days ago I was running, not my favorite activity, but, well, the gym is closed. Suddenly, and without warning, my knee stopped me with an unexplainable pain. After a minute or two, I tried to start again. Nope, my knee was definitely not going to cooperate and I had to call my husband to come pick my up because now I couldn’t walk without limping. While waiting for my husband, I immediately turned to some prayer circles and asked for prayer. I love that one friend said she was praying for purpose and healing. That rang true in my heart and I have sat in the peace of purpose, His purpose.

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Where Are You Looking?

This can be a difficult one—fixing our gaze on Jesus, especially during this challenging time of a pandemic, shelter-in-place, and social distancing. When we focus on the challenges and struggles before us there can be a tendency to miss the “light at the end of the tunnel.” Instead we can allow ourselves to focus on the length of the tunnel, or the stale and dank air in the tunnel. 

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The Young Queen

She sat on her throne giving a regal wave to all who passed by. Her gown was a beautiful combination of pastels—pinks, baby blue, and even some sea foam green with a hint of gold. Her hair was the color of flax and created a majestic contrast to her golden crown inlaid with what were surely precious family Continue reading “The Young Queen”