♪I’m storming’ the gates of hell...
Tell the devil he don’t own my soul
I’m takin’ back what the enemy stole♪
Monday, June 9, 2025 (4:22 a.m.)
Holy God,
You blessed me again. Sleep. Joy. Laughter. Fellowship. Communication. Tree trimming. Listening. Learning. Honest. Open. Willing.
Father, thank You! Thank You for the love You have for each of us. Love that we can’t even begin to fathom.
Thank You for Your call for us to share Your love with others. Teach me how dear Lord.
♪I’m calling the angels down♪
Micah 6:8, “He has shown you, O mortal , what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.”
Thank You Father that You continue shaping and changing my heart. Making it so I am better able to love as You would have me love. Abundantly. Freely. Well (Romans 12:9-13).
Again I ask (Matthew 7:7a) You to teach me Lord. I desperately want to claim the victory You have for me.
♪In the name of the One who is peace,
The One who heals all disease
The only reason that I am free
That name is Jesus♪
Yes! The One who came that we might have life, and that we might have it more abundantly (John 10:10b King James Version). True life with everything we need (EasyEnglish Bible). Real and eternal life, more and better life than we ever dreamed of (The Message).
Blessed, Happy God. Thank You for the ways You change my thinking. Thank You for teaching me to think on the things that are lovely and admirable. True, honorable, right, pure, excellent and worthy of praise (Philippians 4:8 New Living Translation).
I want to get better at thinking “the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse” (The Message). You are the One to lead me through all of this.
Do all You must in, with, by, through and for me that I will come to represent You well. Use me as You know is best. I love, need, trust and want You Blessed, Happy God and Father. Keep teaching me I pray. Thank You. Praise You. Amen.
(376 words ~ 5:21 a.m.)
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