Spirit Beats https://spiritbeats.com Thu, 03 Apr 2014 19:17:24 +0000 en-US hourly 1 Can We Really Choose Happiness? https://spiritbeats.com/2909/can-we-really-choose-happiness/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=can-we-really-choose-happiness https://spiritbeats.com/2909/can-we-really-choose-happiness/#respond Thu, 03 Apr 2014 19:17:24 +0000 https://spiritbeats.com/?p=2909 I recently saw a video with an elderly African American woman who’d been tested by a group in the field of positive psychology. This field is the study of what is right with us, as opposed to wrong. Her score was a perfect 100. Astonished, these professionals wanted to know the secret to her happiness. She replied:

“I wake up every morning, and I thank God for a new day. For the bed I slept in…that I have clean, running water… soap…food to eat… sunshine.” And on she went describing the simplest things in life that the rest of us urban sophisticates take for granted on a daily basis.

In confess that as I plunge forward in pursuit of my goals and ambitions, I am more more of a “striver” after God’s blessings than a childlike “receiver” of them. When I’m busy chasing something, I am hyper-focused, every minute counts, and contemplating what I already have isn’t on my agenda.

Granted, there’s room for both activities in life, but I’m discovering  that I need to carve out more time to enjoy God’s blessings every day. Isn’t it ironic: What is the goal of our striving anyway except more blessing? Yet, if we do not train that muscle, that capacity to receive, enjoy and be grateful in the present, not only will we miss our daily dose of happiness, could it be that even if God showers us with lavish wonders at some future time, we might too atrophied in our ability to truly enjoy them?

Let us practice counting our blessings, being grateful, and choosing to be happy- today!

What do you think?



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The Deeps https://spiritbeats.com/2899/the-deeps/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=the-deeps https://spiritbeats.com/2899/the-deeps/#respond Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:18:24 +0000 https://spiritbeats.com/?p=2899 Lord Jesus,

Give me a deeper repentance,

a horror of sin,

a dread of its approach;

Help me to chastely flee from it,

and jealously resolve that my heart

shall be thine alone.

Give me a deeper trust,

that I may lose myself to find myself in thee,

the ground of my rest,

the spring of my being.

Give me a deeper knowledge of thyself

as Saviour, Master, Lord, and King.

Give me deeper power in private prayer,

more sweetness in thy Word,

more steadfast grip on its truth.

Give me deeper holiness in speech, thought, action,

and let me not seek moral virtue apart from thee.

Plough deep in me, great Lord,

heavenly Husbandman,

that my being may be a tilled field,

the roots of grace spreading far and wide,

until thou alone art seen in me,

the beauty golden like summer harvest,

thy fruitfulness as autumn plenty.

I have no Master but thee,

no law but thy will,

no delight but thyself,

no wealth but that thou gives,

no good but that thou blessest,

no peace but that thou bestowest.

I am nothing but that thou makest me.

I have nothing but that I receive from thee,

I can be nothing but that grace adorns me.

Quarry me deep, dear Lord,

and then fill me to overflowing

with living water.

Prayers from the The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers & Devotions  


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In Grateful Wonder https://spiritbeats.com/2878/2878/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=2878 https://spiritbeats.com/2878/2878/#respond Thu, 23 May 2013 03:20:18 +0000 https://spiritbeats.com/?p=2878 “Feeling gratitude and not expressing it, is like wrapping a present and not giving it.” (William Arthur Ward)

Today, I am grateful. So grateful, in fact, I have to post about it.  God is so good, so kind, so generous, so loving– he’s just WONDERFUL!

In January of this year, after ten months of battles and treatments, my husband was declared free from bladder cancer.  The news was so stunning, we could scarcely take it in. We both had braced ourselves for a much longer haul and prolonged struggle before we ever thought we’d hear those exhilarating words. But, come they did, they were ours, and we embraced them with unspeakable joy.

However, I must confess: a fear lurked in the back of my mind.  Had we just been lucky?  Was this healing only temporary?  Did the doctors misread the report?  Shouldn’t we have suffered longer and harder to be more deserving?

Wait.  We did suffer long and hard…and, we were terrified.

A mind under stress thinks many crazy things.

But, today I feel blessed.  Really blessed!  Last week, my husband went in for routine tests and this afternoon we got the news that he continues to be cancer free!  Alleluiah!!!  Today, I believe it!  I can actually enjoy the moment.  I’m thrilled, grateful, relieved…YAY!!!

I had been worried these last few months. We navigated some very rough and stressful moments with his work and I was concerned about the impact on his health.  But, God had it covered and all is well.  Oh, Jesus, you are GOOD!!!

In Luke Chapter 17, Jesus heals 10 lepers, but only one ever returned to thank him.

“When one of them saw that he was healed, he came back.  He praised God in a loud voice.  He threw himself at Jesus’ feet and thanked him.”  (Luke 17:15)

These verses always bring tears to my eyes. I know how this leper felt!  And so, precious Lord, today, on behalf of both my husband and I, we throw ourselves at your feet.  

Thank you!!!!





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The World Needs Your Super Powers https://spiritbeats.com/2853/2853/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=2853 https://spiritbeats.com/2853/2853/#comments Tue, 21 May 2013 22:30:15 +0000 https://spiritbeats.com/?p=2853 Sunday, my husband and I decided to catch “Iron Man 3” just for fun.  Wanting to avoid the crowds, we slipped in to an early afternoon showing.  In our row and to our left, sat six bouncing kids about twelve years old.  Before the lights dimmed, two adults rushed in juggling giant popcorn buckets, jumbo-sized soft drinks, candy, and other snacks that they carefully distributed to the youngsters piece by piece.  Two chubby kids looked like their parents and were already candidates for diabetes; the other four friends were along for the ride.  The scene was one of sheer gluttony and, with tickets, probably cost the parents considerably over $100 dollars.

As we settled in for the latest installment of Tony Stark vs. the evil forces of the world (kudos to Ben Kingsley for an amazing acting job, BTW), we watched our super hero– with the aid of turbo powered space suits and weapons– face obstacle after obstacle in his courageous and bruising battles to ensure ethics, justice, family, and freedom triumph in the end.  It was all fun and games and all make believe– after all, Iron Man is a Marvel comic book.

Except it mirrors a profound truth:  the world is mired in sin and violence, evil forces are real and hellbent on destruction, people are oppressed and cruelly exploited…and the world does have a super hero named Jesus, with super, super powers, who courageously fought the forces of darkness, suffered excruciating torture, and ultimately sacrificed his sinless life to set the prisoners free– once and for all!  No sequels required.  Sorry, Hollywood.

But, only a few recognize Jesus or are even looking for him.  We’re too busy feasting and entertaining ourselves to death.

Later that evening, we watched a segment of “60  Minutes.” This was about real life.

The story focused on a young Korean man named Shin Dong-hyuk who was born and raised in a north Korean concentration camp, a gulag located in a frigid and barren landscape so remote that few in the world knew it existed and the Korean government denies is even there.  At Camp 14,  as it’s called, families are punished for up to three generations if but one member is considered disloyal to the regime. The idea is to exterminate the lineage. http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=50136263n

Until he escaped at age 23, Camp 14 was all Shin knew.  He had no idea anything existed beyond its lethal barbed wires, except more of  the same.  He believed that he’d be born to be a prisoner and the guards had been born to enforce the laws and carry guns.

All the captives were deliberately starved and served a thin gruel of cabbage and corn only once a day.  To survive, they ate rats when they could catch them.  Life was so brutal and punitive, Shin had no concept of love, affection or kindness, only terror, torture and oppression.  He felt few emotions and never cried.

When his mother and brother tried to escape, Shin was tortured mercilessly.  He knew nothing of the plot, but the guards did not believe him. In order to stop the torture, he betrayed his mother and brother, then watched as she was hung and his brother shot. He felt no remorse.

Thanks to the arrival of another prisoner who had lived in the outside world and told Shin about a different life, Shin eventually escaped.  Today, he lives in South Korea, is an advocate for raising awareness about the concentration camps and believes he is slowly “evolving from an animal into a human being.”  He says is concept of heaven is being able to eat as much food as he wants and movies about the Holocaust now make him cry.  But, he still feels alone in the world and believes he always will.

The contrasts of our day were so powerful, I’m still reeling.  We live in such a fallen world and man without God is a hideous malfunction.

As Christians– Christ-in-me– it’s only natural that sin should repel.  But, for the grace of God, there go I.

Yet, we cannot we stop there.

Jackie Pullinger, an amazing British missionary to Hong Kong, founded the St. Stephens Society, a drug rehabilitation home, in one of the world’s largest opium producing centers run by Chinese Triad gangs.  I heard her say once that as she was walking through the filth and squallor of the Forbidden City in Hong Kong, she began to feel overwhelmed by the sin and the resources that would be needed to  redeem those wretched souls.  Suddenly, the Lord’s voice stilled her and said, “I’m not asking you to do it all, I’m just asking you to do your bit.”

Jackie went on to rehabilitate hundreds of drug addicts, prostitutes and gang members, and thanks to her work, the Forbidden City was eventually torn down. Her efforts been recognized by the Chinese government.  Jackie found her “bit” and God used her mightily.

Today, if our heart tugs at all the injustice, cruelty and brokenness in this world, may we have the courage to ask God to help us find our “bit” and then go make a lasting difference in His strength and to His glory until the day that He calls us home.



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The God Who Sees You and Me https://spiritbeats.com/2816/2816/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=2816 https://spiritbeats.com/2816/2816/#comments Wed, 08 May 2013 21:18:31 +0000 https://spiritbeats.com/?p=2816 Someone recently posted on my Facebook page:  I have been alone all my life. Since I have been alone, the only tribe I have is Jesus.  He is there for me when no one else is.”

While the loneliness in this comment is piercing, there is also much truth in it.

We all know what it’s like to feel let down by others, even those closest to us. People do not always live up to our expectations or needs.  Whether they should or not is another conversation. The point is that the aching desire to be noticed, understood and known are at the core of our being, and we’ve all experienced deep disappointments in this arena.

In this season of recession with unemployment rates soaring above official figures, millions are experiencing not only the obvious deprivation of an income, but the crushing sense that they have been overlooked, ignored and forgotten.  In a professional sense, they feel as if they have ceased to exist!

However, if you’re a Christian, this entire scenario can be viewed from a very different perspective.  It may be frightening, disconcerting, and disruptive, but God allows trials into our lives to test where our trust really lies and to make us grow more dependent on Him.  When we are at the end of our resources,

“I lift my eyes to the hills.
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the maker of Heaven and Earth.”
(Psalm 121: 1-2)

The world may forsake us– even forget us– but God’s watchful eye is ever upon us.

“The eye of the Lord is upon them that fear him, upon them that hope in his mercy.” (Psalm 33:18)

In the book of Genesis, Hagar, a maidservant to Sarah and future mother to Abraham’s son, has been so abused by her mistress that she escapes into the desert.  There, alone and rejected, with no one to care for her, Hagar has a surprise encounter with God.  She discovers that God not only knows who and where she is, but also her circumstances and what she must do about them. He comforts her, prophesies about her baby’s future and guides her back to her destiny.  This causes her to exclaim, “You are the God who sees me!” (Genesis 16:13)

A pastor reported last year that he was skin diving off the coast of New Zealand, when a rip tide separated him from his team, pulling him 90 miles out to sea.  An hour and a half passed before his friends even noticed he was missing.  By then, the chances of him ever being found were slim.  He paddled bravely to prevent hypothermia knowing full well he was in shark infested waters.  To keep from panicking, he recited to himself the 91st Psalm.

Hours later, the team finally spotted him. The seasoned captain said that the fierce ocean currents had been pulling him further and further out to sea and that his chances of ever being found were less than 10%. He called his rescue a miracle.

But, God knew where he was all the time.

Today, whatever wilderness you find yourself in, stand on the truth of Scriptures.  God knows you, sees your circumstances, and if you will reach out and invite Him into your situation, He will make “all things work for the good” (Romans 8:28), and turn your ashes into gold.

Recently, I journeyed through my own very trying wilderness period, but my years of walking with God have taught me to keep my eyes on Him, especially when times are tough.

He is a rewarder of our faith, and God allowed remarkable fruitfulness in other areas of my life while I navigated through difficult work challenges.  I grew in my faith, became a better wife, witnessed the Lord heal my husband of cancer, saw Him expand my ministry, and even help me with my writing.  And, oh yes, He opened a wonderful new door for me professionally.

Friends, He sees you, He knows you, and you can trust Him.

If you don’t yet know God personally, just ask him in the quietness of your heart to come and direct your paths.

To God be the glory.

 “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your  own understanding. 
In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.”
Proverbs 3:5-6 

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Rescued from Hillside Fires https://spiritbeats.com/2793/2793/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=2793 https://spiritbeats.com/2793/2793/#comments Mon, 06 May 2013 07:27:50 +0000 https://spiritbeats.com/?p=2793 How life can change in an instant.

Two days ago, on a Friday, my husband and I were calmly working in our downstairs studio when a friend’s phone call caught us by surprise.

“Are you guys being evacuated?” he asked.

“What?” we laughed.  “What on earth for?”

“There’s a fire down the hill from you, at the Unity Church,” he explained.  “It’s all over the news.”

We ran upstairs to our living room with its huge windows overlooking our hills.  Our entire canyon was enveloped in billows of angry grey smoke!  We rushed onto the balcony for a closer view, but the fumes were so toxic we quickly scuttled back inside.

The scene was tense.  Firefighter helicopters were thundering overhead filling their bellies with water from a reservoir at the top of our mountain and dumping it on several burning areas about a mile from us.  From our living room we could not see the flames, but they were visible from outside the house just a few feet down the road.  The fire was just across the hill!  We knew that sparks could suddenly

jump, and that the only physical barrier that separated our hill from the flames was a road at the bottom of the canyon.

We phoned our neighbor, a cool-headed engineer who’d lived in the neighborhood for many years.

To our surprise he said, “I’m packing!”

“Has this ever happened to you before?” we asked.

“Nope!” he replied.

Wow!  It was hard to accept, but our home really was in danger!

The last thing I wanted to do is leave my house– I wanted to stay and protect it.  But how?  It was a mute point because the city called announcing that we were being evacuated.  Seconds later, the police showed up and urged us to get out quickly.

Reluctantly, we began to disconnect computers and hard drives, we pulled out suitcases, grabbed passports, important documents, valuables, clothes…where were those family photos again? What might we be forgetting?  And oh, yes!  We had four cats to corral into cages so they could come with us.  Thankfully, the local Humane Society had offered to temporarily take animals, so we knew they’d be safe until we figured out what to do.

We were in our driveway with both vehicles stuffed with suitcases, boxes of all sizes and four protesting felines, when a second neighbor stopped by.

“You know, once you evacuate, you won’t be allowed back for several days.”

“For days?”  we exclaimed.  “Oh, no!  We didn’t bring enough clothes!”

Running back inside, we stuffed yet another suitcase with many options- for meetings, interviews, work…did we have everything now?

Dragging it all upstairs and into my SUV, we saw the engineer next door standing in his driveway.

“I’m going to wait until the last minute,”  he told us.  We knew the police felt that jumping sparks were the biggest danger to our homes.  So, we sprayed water on our roofs, turned on the sprinklers in our gardens, then held hands and prayed for safety of the whole area, for protection of life and property, for the firefighters to have stamina and success.

When we looked up, billowing towers of smoke could still be seen on the hills across our road, but an hour earlier they had been flames. Were things starting to get under control?

We all decided to take a chance and wait a little longer.  We put our vehicles inside our respective garages and closed the doors so the cops wouldn’t see that we hadn’t left!  We then stayed glued to our televisions for updates.  If we absolutely had to, we were all packed and could evacuate within seconds.

As minutes rolled into half an hour, and then an hour, the smoke in the canyon began clearing. It was now 6:30 p.m. News reports said the fires were 75% contained.  We let the cats out of the cages and into one of our bedrooms.  One of them had to pee so badly, I could not believe his little bladder could hold that much liquid!

By now, my hubbie and I were feeling famished.  We prayed some more and began to wonder if we might actually be able to wait this out. We called family and friends with updates… and waited some more.  The helicopters kept thundering overhead, but only one or two now, instead of six. We began to feel more hopeful.

“They’re letting evacuees return home at 8 o’clock,” the engineer told us over the phone.  We looked at our watch. It was 7:30 p.m. and dusk was falling.  The smoke had almost all dissipated.

“I think we’re going to be fine,” I told my husband optimistically.  “I’m letting the cats out of the bedroom and making us dinner.”

By 8, we were devouring fish and artichokes.  The fire had chewed up 75 acres, but no residences had been destroyed.  Three neighboring cities had collaborated with emergency services not the least of which were the real heroes, those incredible firefighters! They had labored bravely for hours. We began discussing how we could express our thanks. Mostly, we thanked God for his unbelievable grace and protection.

Though the adrenaline rush and stress had wiped us out, the rest of the evening  became about unpacking as much as we could before we just collapsed utterly exhausted.  How sweet it was to sleep in our own beds with the cats curled up around us!  We slept soundly, trusting in the care and protection of our loving Father who had delivered us, once again, from the perils of this life.

Saturday morning, our canyon was quiet and still.  We and the cats felt a little dazed and quite drained.  Although we’d been protected, the mental and emotional decompression was very real.

Sunday, we awoke to grey skies and at midday, gentle showers comforted our hearts and hills.  What a Savior!

Today, may whatever danger you are facing draw you nearer to Jesus, for He will shelter you under His wings and keep you safe.

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for thou art with me.”  (Psalm 23:4)

“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” (Psalm 46:1)






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My Private Times with God https://spiritbeats.com/2783/private-times-with-god/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=private-times-with-god https://spiritbeats.com/2783/private-times-with-god/#respond Tue, 23 Apr 2013 20:15:02 +0000 https://spiritbeats.com/?p=2783 When the Lord wants to get my attention, he wakes me up at 4:32 in the morning.  Not 4:30 or 4:45 or 5 a.m., but 4:32 exactly.  It’s like a special signal I’ve come to recognize because it’s so unique.

I’ll be in a deep sleep, but my eyes will suddenly fly open, I’ll be wide awake and when I turn to look at the clock, sure enough, it’s 4:32 a.m. precisely.

I’ve learned that this means “Get up, I want to spend time with you.”  So, I quickly get out of bed (before I doze off again!), grab my bathrobe, notebook and Bible and make my way upstairs to my living room couch.

Sometimes, my heart is immediately burdened with something or someone and I begin to pray.  Other times, I’m led to the Scriptures and the Lord has a special word, direction, strategy, or promise for me about a situation I’m wrestling with.  I always write these down and date them so I can come back later to see how He’s acted in that situation.  This list provides me with a amazing record of His faithfulness and it helps build my trust in His character, strength and grace.  I also try and memorize the Scripture verses He gives me, and as I repeat them to myself throughout the day, they remind me that God is working on my behalf.  What a comfort this is!

On occasion, he wakes me because He knows the day ahead will be full of trouble, that the enemy is planning an assault and I must put on my armor and call down protection over myself and my loved ones.  Sure enough, within a few hours, a storm breaks, but because I prayed, it is less severe and we are able to get through it faster.

I admit that there are times I am too tired to get out of bed and I miss these private sessions.  Then, when the day unfolds and trouble comes, I always regret not being ready because I know God was waiting with the provision had I been available to receive it.  These are the times I confess to Him that I am a weak and wobbly sheep, I ask for His forgiveness, and trust that His grace will be sufficient for my every need.

He never disappoints.

“The Lord is near to all who call on Him, to all who call on Him in truth.  
He fulfills the desires of those who fear Him.  
He hears their cry and saves them.
The Lord watches over all who love Him.”
(Psalm 145:18-20)


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The Power of Prayer In Church https://spiritbeats.com/2756/the-power-of-prayer-in-church/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=the-power-of-prayer-in-church https://spiritbeats.com/2756/the-power-of-prayer-in-church/#respond Thu, 18 Apr 2013 17:52:34 +0000 https://spiritbeats.com/?p=2756 Friends, we may not all be pastors, elders and deacons, but many of us are church-goers.

Watch this video about the importance of prayer for the health, direction and divine inspiration in your church.

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A Hawk in the Morning Mists https://spiritbeats.com/2715/2715/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=2715 https://spiritbeats.com/2715/2715/#comments Wed, 17 Apr 2013 22:38:30 +0000 https://spiritbeats.com/?p=2715
One morning, when the early mists still hung in the air, I saw from my living room window, a magnificent hawk perched on a tree in my neighbor’s yard.  The sight was so beautiful, a poem arose from within me.



Soft curtains of rain fall from Heaven,
kissing the earth, now rich brown,
gently drinking its fill, smiling and satisfied.

The hawk perched on the eucalyptus branch,
calm and imposing, surveying, contemplating.
He shudders, the rain drops falling from his feathers.

Though damp and wet, he is suited to his habitat.
A creature of the hills and tees, of the earth,
able to weather the storms and sunshine,
the cold and the heat, the wet and the dry,
for the number of days allotted to him.

The morning is a picture:
God’s ample and gracious provision,
gently delivered to bless the earth and its inhabitants.
They asked for it not and yet it was given,
just what was needed, so good and complete.
God’s creatures, shaped to fulfill their destiny
as God clothes, feeds, directs, and provides.

What an eloquent display for me this morning
as I gaze at the green canyons outside,
at the bouquet of natural life that moves through the seasons,
so amply cared for.
Rich green, new grass, leaves and birds,
dry hills and heat,
dormant promise of what is to come.
Animals, insects and birds,
births and deaths, cycles and seasons,
just outside my window
and inside my heart, my home, my life.

So many dreams, struggles, and milestones
watered, pruned, cared for, loved,
harvested, then put to rest.
some gently, others rudely, suddenly wrestled to the ground.

Yet, His loving arms always there to catch,
comfort and hold, to sing lullabies, strengthen and renew.

The hawk pulls back his wings, ready to take flight.

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The Promise of Breakthrough https://spiritbeats.com/2702/2702/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=2702 https://spiritbeats.com/2702/2702/#respond Mon, 08 Apr 2013 16:29:09 +0000 https://spiritbeats.com/?p=2702 Planning, shaping, pressing in, waiting, and holding firm to a vision can be hard, even exhausting, as the weeks turn into months, and months into years.  Think of Sarah and Abraham who had to wait 25 years for the promise of a son to be fulfilled.

Whatever you are holding out for, groaning inwardly for, Scriptures encourage us, to “not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”  (Galatians 6:9)

To help us endure, Isaiah 40:30–31 reminds us that strengthening and refreshing come from the Lord, for “even youths grow tired and weary and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary; they will walk and not be faint.”  What a promise!

But there is more.  At times, we will have to fight for our minds, hearts and lives, and certainly to keep our visions alive, for every vision will be tested. Ephesians 6 warns us that “we wrestle not with flesh and blood but against principalities and powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.”  Every Christian has enemies whose mission is to thwart our path at every turn.  We must not only know what weapons God has equipped us with to fight, but also how to use them so we can be victorious.

Pastor/author John Piper offers this treasure of instruction:

“Prayer is a walkie-talkie on the battlefield of the world.  It calls on God for courage (Eph. 6:19).  It calls in for troop deployment and target location (Acts 13:1).  It calls in for protection and air cover (Matt. 6:13; Luke 21:36).  It calls in for fire power to blast open a way for the Word (Col. 4:3).  It calls in for the miracle of healing for the wounded soldiers (James 5:16).  It calls in for supplies for the forces (Matt. 6:11; Phil. 4:6).  And, it calls in for the needed reinforcements (Matt.9:38).

“This is the place of prayer– on the battlefield of the world.  It is a wartime walkie talkie for spiritual warfare, not a domestic intercom to increase the comforts of the saints.  And one of the reasons it malfunctions in the hands of so many Christian soldiers is that they have gone AWOL.”

I pray this blesses and strengthens you on your journey.   “And, after you have done everything, stand firm.”  (Ephesians 6:14)

In Him we are more than conquerors!




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