God’s Truth Defeats the Devil’s Lie
Yesterday, Pastor Jr. gave us an encouraging and thought-provoking message. In his message he asked us to write on a piece of paper, a lie that the enemy tells ...
Category: Inspirational
These writings are inspired by the Holy Spirit on a daily basis. Challenges, and personal life events, written to lift the soul and to show the grace of God to all His children. I hope you will be inspired by them and that God’s love will fill you with writings of your own.
Happy Thanksgiving To Everyone All Over the World
My Blog Was Temporally Down but is up again in time to say… I hope you have a blessed Thanksgiving. My prayer for you is that you will be healthy and stro...
Be Filled
Why do you suppose we don’t see more manifestations of healing today? One reason is because we’ve stopped tarrying and asking for the in filling of the Holy Spi...
Who Do You Say That I Am
Jesus asks… But…who do you, say, that I am? A prophet? Elijah? A teacher? A wise-man from afar…? A baby in a manger? A boy speaking in the temple? A carpe...
Sing Little Bird
The little bird must sing… Her joyful melodies… God in his wisdom knew when he created these… A song for the morning When a new day breaks Light hearted music t...
Pick up His Mantle and Put it On
Mantle: an important role or responsibility that passes from one person to another. Means: role, burden, onus, duty, responsibility. The mantle of leadership. M...
Deep Waters
Looking out over the dark, murky, water Fear grips the heart, What will it take? Terror whispers of things that lie beneath this unfamiliar lake Moonless, starl...
Birds Eye View
Yesterday I felt horrible. For several weeks of being sick, which turned into bronchitis, it was taking its toll, and being cooped up in the house, because I ha...
The Eye Witness
Walking through the streets of Jerusalem The city is packed with foreigners, They’ve traveled from far distant places Tired, dusty and weary, I see it in their ...
The Clay-Pot Sings
There she sits both night and day On a tiny stool and forms her clay Skilled hands now old, and wet, and caked Molds the treasure she will make Upon her potter...