Living freedom waiting day…

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I have long been fascinated by Holy Sarurday. The day between death and life. What happened? I read many people’s thoughts, opinions, and versions as they interpret scriptures this way or that. And I walked away more confused than I started.

And so this simple girl has found an explanation, or rather a peace, that fits for me. The Saturday, the in-between, is about two things. Patient endurance and captives set free.

I know captivity. I get it. Sin has thrown its powerful wet blanket over my heart more times than I care to count. It has covered me up. Left me depressed. Feeling shameful. Anxious. Afraid. Uncertain. Sin nearly destroyed my marriage. And almost crushed my heart.

Saturday for me is about knowing that I am human, but also that Him which is super human lives in me. If it were all about my sin, all about death, my story would end in suffering. There would be no hope and I might as well resign myself to sinful grave clothes with no intentions of a freedom song ever coming my way.

But He that is in me is greater. He speaks life and hope. This prisoner is set free, even in the midst of trials and temptations, by an internal monitor. The One inside who minds my heart and mind and reminds me when it’s time to move. The One who gives me power to victoriously throw the sin blanket off and move on set free. The One who takes my shame and ties it to the cross so I bear it no more. I am indeed set free by Him. And on this faithful Holy Saturday of in-between my heart begins to grasp what it meant to move me from captivity to breathing. From rejection to beloved. From sinner to sinless. From human idealism to supernatural God freedom.

Saturday is a Holy day. The day you are blind. The day you do not yet see victory with your eyes but feel it rising up in your hearts. A day of freedom faith. A life on earth lived in Holy Saturdays waiting yet for Him to call our name up to resurrection Sunday.

And what a beautiful day that will be. The day Christ snatches you from death to bring you out if the grave and home to Him. To dwell inside His home and heart. Set deeply in true whole freedom.

Holy Saturday, Lord thank you for this day. For teaching us to live and love. For allowing us chances to serve You Lord and throw sin blankets back to their thorny owner. To make known your name to those you make known to us. We love you Lord. This freedom waiting day is special.

“The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners…” Isaiah 61:1

The Good Shepherd…

sheepWhen he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice. John 10:4

The Lord is not silent. He does not place Himself on a pedestal awaiting our arrival and forcing obedience as He flaunts His power and sovereignty. He doesn’t shout orders from the heavens only to leave us of our own devices to obey. No, The Lord is our shepherd, walking the path with us. Before us. Beside us. Inside us.

He goes on out ahead of us. What a blessing to have God at the front of our trail. He scouts out the enemy, learning his shady schemes. Before we ever cross trial or temptation, He prepares our hearts, arming us with His Word and Spirit.

And aren’t we thankful for a God that keeps us moving? A God that smooths and marks our path with a direct line towards His glory. He could leave us be. Sheep in a pin, protected by fences and walls. No He is our protection, a moving wall of sustaining peace. We walk with Him. He gives us moments to share in His glory, to do His work, to surrender to His will and in so find our peace.

He teaches us to fall, and fall well. We traverse far more ground with our face against the dirt than we ever will with a head bent haughty towards pride.

Sometimes the most difficult parts of the path are the ones that lead us straight down. Even in the darkness, head in the sand, we can still follow Him. We need not see. We follow because we hear His voice. That is all we need.

You know His voice because He wants you. You know His voice because He knows your name. It is written in His book.

Can you imagine how your life would change if your ear was bent towards His voice the way His heart is bent towards you?

Where He could take you… The things you could see… The moments He could share with you…

 The heart barren and filled again by the voice of our masterful Shepherd. Our sovereign Lord. He laid down His life for you. Sweet sister sheep, you are the reason He rose from the dead. To be with you. To lead you. To love you well. To love you into eternity.

I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me— just as the Father knows me and I know the Father—and I lay down my life for the sheep. John 10:14

The good Shepherd. Bend your ear to His voice…and He will lead your heart home.

How to panic and totally freak out in 5 minutes or less…

So you want to know how to get stressed out in a hurry? One of the quickest ways to throw yourself into pure panic is to start and continue asking what if?

What if my husband no longer thinks I am attractive?

What if my child gets sick and never gets better?

What if we lose our house?

What if our car breaks down?

What if our roof caves in?

What if I go to work today and find out I don’t have a job?

What if thoughts are some of the most dangerous thoughts we can think. Why? Because they lead to stress, stress can lead to anxiety, and anxiety to depression and hopelessness. But what do we do when our minds can’t seem to leave the what ifs alone?

One thing we can do is imagine the worst case scenario. This sounds like it would be counterproductive, but actually imagining and playing out in our minds what it would look like if the worst case scenario unfolded helps us to realize that even if it becomes reality…we could make it through. Ask yourself, what is the worst that could happen in this situation? And then ask yourself, if the worst happens, do I believe God could bring me and love me through it?

Another thing we can do is modify our what ifs.

What if God is really who who says He is?

What if His promises are true?

What if He really will stay by my side and never leave or abandon me?

What does it mean if God is who He says He is and does what He says He will do?

It means that He is indeed the Savior. It means that you can trust Him with all the worry, anxiety, and stress that you face. It means that He will indeed give you peace the surpasses all understanding even in the midst of the storm.

What if He is indeed your Savior… What if…

Do you want to learn to trust God in your circumstances and stress less? I wish I could offer you an instant formula or cure. Unfortunatley, I cannot. But what I can offer you is the opportunity to participate in an Online Bible Study. A friendly neighborhood of women just like you. We will be studying God’s Word and using the book Stressed-Less Living by Tracie Miles. Curious? Click here for more information about the study and how to sign up.

What if participating in this study could be your first step towards living a less stressed life…what if…

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You gotta get out!!!!

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Those who go out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with them. Psalm 126:6

The thought of gardening is nice. I think of pink shiny water-proof garden shoes, a pair of yellow poka-dot gardening gloves, a wide-brim straw hat, and me bent ever so gingerly over my beautiful flowers…nurturing and loving them to life.

But my thoughts of gardening are far from reality. Gardening is hard work. Bending over can leave your back with a big ‘ole crick in it. Those water proof shoes get grubby and pristine gloves end up dirt stained. Even though I like the idea of gardening, and all the cute wardrobe accessories, I haven’t been willing to put the work into it. I just want the finished product.

 I came across Psalm 126:6 this morning, and I began to think not only about gardening, but about life in general.

“Those who go out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with them.” Psalm 126:6 NIV

If I want a nice garden, I have to be willing to do the work. If I wish to reap a harvest of joy, I have to be willing to go out and do the work, even if that means going out while I am weeping.

Perhaps joy seems elusive in your life. I can say I have been there, depression sapped me of joy for years. I wanted to overcome. I desired happiness and joy, but when I thought about what it would take to get there…about what I might have to do…the seeds I might have to sow…I was unwilling to go out. I wonder how man times we self-sabotage our joy because we aren’t willing to step out with seed?

I knew there were sin patterns that were kept me trapped in depression, but I was unwilling to give those up. I would not sow the seed of His Word in my heart.  I knew I needed to go to counseling to talk about my past, but I didn’t feel like getting out of my victim box and dealing with the raw emotions.  I knew I might need to try medication or dietary modifications to overcome the chemical imbalances in my brain, but I wasn’t willing to step into a doctor’s office. I refused to go out weeping. Instead, I sat in my house weeping, hoarding all the seeds of movement I had left. I didn’t want to waste them on efforts that might not produce fruit. And I wasn’t certain that any of these things would produce the fruit of joy in my life, so I sat in my house, depressed, and refusing to offer up seed to the Lord to see what He might be able to do. I was stagnated by fear, alone and afraid.

The idea of a joyful life is nice. It looks pretty, and maybe we even think it comes easy for some. That joy is just something that falls upon them. However, I beg to differ. Those who have a beautiful garden of joy have to be willing to do the work to obtain, maintain, and sustain happiness and peace even in the most tumultous seasons of life. So I ask you…are you willing to go out? Seed will never get sown, and a garden of joy will not grow unless we are willing to take steps guided by the Lord to find the joy He has meant for us to have. So go out, even if you go out weeping, and trust in the Lord’s promise. You will return, and when the harvest is ripe, you will carry sheaves of joy…more than you can carry.

Madame Rudepants…

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I love the spray sunblock. The kind that comes in a can. It’s so much easier to apply than the goopy lotion I remember from my childhood. Last summer as I began the daily spray down of my children at the pool, my eyes met an unfriendly gaze. The woman beside me was very irritated by the sunblock vapors and shot a nasty look out of her eyes. If looks could kill, you could have counted me out right then and there. But I smiled, shuffled my kids to the pool area, and returned to lounge in my chair.

A few minutes later Ryan popped over to ask me a question. Of course he was soaking wet, he had just gotten out of the pool. The woman next to me came unglued. She asked, well more like demanded, that I keep my wet children away from her because she didn’t want her book to get wet.

Part of me wanted to remind her that we ARE at a swimming pool and if one doesn’t wish their book to get wet, one should not bring said book to the swimming pool. Part of me wanted to tell Ryan to go rub his wet hair in the middle of the pages. Part of me wanted to snatch that book right out of her hands and chunk it to the bottom of the pool. But I resisted. I didn’t say a word, although I’m sure my face said it all, and we moved spots as not to continue irritating this obviously angry woman.

Have you ever been shot with someone’s rude arrows? It stinks, and it hurts my pride. Why shouldn’t angry pool lady want to sit by me and my wet kids? They are adorable! When someone is rude to me it makes me question my insides.

Is something wrong with me? Do I deserve their comments and outbursts? Is it my fault? Did I make a bad decision?

Usually the answer to these questions is no, but I still feel as if my confidence has been violated.

Psalm 64 speaks volumes to these types of situations. I encourage you to read the whole Psalm. But I will share a verse with you here.

Psalm 64:10, “The godly will rejoice in the Lord and find shelter in him. And those who do what is right will praise him.”

Earlier in the Psalm the Psalmist speaks about all the deadly verbal arrows that have been coming his way. And yet in verse 10 he reminds us of what we are to do if on the receiving end of someone’s verbal attack.

Take shelter in The Lord…His Truth.

Praise Him.

The shelter part is making sure we don’t internalize the untruth. The things we may begin to believe about ourselves when someone is rude to us. i can usually handle this part. But praise? I didn’t want to praise The Lord after Madame Rudepants made me move my pool spot. I wanted to sit in a stewpot of revenge ideas and anger. And that day, I did. But I could have chosen to praise.

When people hurt our feelings, praise the Lord in the midst. When their rude arrows come darting our way, hide in His shelter and thank Him for protection and provision. Madame or Mister Rudepants can shoot all the arrows they want, and yet when we take shelter in The Lord and praise, we can rejoice no matter what the circumstances.

The taste of strength…

When Kevin and I first married, I wasn’t exactly a cooking all-star. In fact, I would have been an excellent contestant for the Worst Cook in America. My cooking repertoire included spaghetti, sloppy joes, hamburger helper, and what my grandmother referred to as “Kraft dinner” (macaroni and cheese).

But Kevin and I couldn’t have been happier. I cooked up dinner in our tiny home and we enjoyed spending time together at our table built for two. One evening while seasoning the sloppy joes, the lid fell right off of my pepper shaker. I tried to salvage the recipe by scraping the pepper off with a spoon, but there was still a great deal left. I decided to proceed as normal hoping my husband might enjoy my slightly spicy version of his favorite meal. Maybe I would just tell him I “kicked it up a notch”!

As we began to eat, Kevin’s eyes said it all. They began to water, and yet he insisted that the meal still tasted good. I knew it didn’t, but I do love how my man gobbles up food even when the recipe doesn’t go according to plan.

Have you ever had a recipe go bad? Maybe it wasn’t even in the kitchen. Maybe your recipe for life went bad.

As I read the book of Ruth the other day, Naomi’s story struck me. She had it rough. Not only did her husband die leaving her a widow. Her two sons passed away quickly after that. I doubt Naomi had planned any part of this recipe for her life. Her words in the book of Ruth are some of the most emotionally charged scriptures I have ever come across.

“Don’t call me Naomi,” she told them. “Call me Mara, because the Almighty has made my life very bitter. I went away full, but the Lord has brought me back empty. Why call me Naomi? The Lord has afflicted me; the Almighty has brought misfortune upon me.” Ruth 1:20-21 NIV

As I studied the name “Mara” I found not only does the root word mean bitter, it could also mean strong.

Naomi had endured much sorrow and pain. I imagine anger and bitterness would have been difficult not to fall victim to. But Naomi’s circumstances, awful as they were, made her stronger. And just like Naomi, when life gets difficult, we don’t have to bow down to bitterness. Instead we can rise up in His strength.

How do we do find this strength? Colossians 1:10-12 says, “And we pray this in order that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and may please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, and joyfully giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in the kingdom of light.”

We are strengthened when we study His Word and grow in our knowledge of Him. We find strength in doing good for others rather than wallowing in our own pits of sadness, anger, or bitterness. And when we do these things, when we find our strength in the Lord, we find the endurance, patience, and joy that the Father has indeed given us as sons and daughters of God. We find our place in the Kingdom of Light even when life on earth seems cloaked in darkness.

This week, when a bitter taste enters our mouth, lets look for ways to turn that taste into the taste of strength. To rise up in His will and His Word.

Living the stressed-less life…

Happy Friday ya’ll! I want to give a big Texas welcome to everyone including my new friends visiting from Proverbs 31 Ministries Encouragement for Today devotions! I am grateful for the opportunity to fellowship with you as sisters in The Lord! In today’s devotion I shared about my battles with anxiety. And let me tell you, I have tried just about everything I can think of to deal with anxiety. Pedicures, hot baths, relaxing essential oils, breathing techniques… I even tried a few of my husbands suggested relaxation techniques. For him, getting out in the wilderness is part of the pathway to the stressed-less life.

In fact, I spent time with him, my two children, and my dog in the wilderness yesterday on a 6 mile hike. And while it didn’t do much for me in the way of stress relief, I did get a good exercise in the habit of crying out to the Lord! I cried out…

“Lord, PLEASE don’t let me fall down this 40 foot cliff!!!”

“Lord, give me grace, mercy, and silence those naughty words as I fetch this dog out of the cactus plant he seeks to ‘mark’ for the 50th time!”

“Oh Lord, why am I doing this? Oh yes, to spend time with my family. Help me be thankful for the blisters on my feet, the sticky dehydrated spit in my mouth, and the dirt in places dirt should never be.”

Yes, I cried out to the Lord frequently during the hike up to our destination.  I grumbled and complained and cried in every way imaginable. But when I got to the top and saw the picture you see below, I melted as I was reminded of the greatness of our God.

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This verse immediately popped into my head:

I love you, Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. Psalm 18:1-2 NIV

I was quickly reminded that no matter what, even when our stress relief techniques turn into stress-inducing triggers, God is always by our side. He is our rock, our salvation, and our stronghold. When I seek to live a stressed-less life – I need not look any farther than Him. Pedicures may calm me for a moment, running may help displace my anger, breathing techniques may get me through a difficult moment – but these things, although helpful, are not what I stand on. They are not what heals me or sets me free. Only Christ can do do that. My rock. My redeemer.

If you are struggling with stress, anxiety, and/or worry, or know someone who is, I want to extend a personal invitation to you. I invite you to participate in the Stressed-Less Living Online Bible Study with Proverbs 31 Ministries Melissa Taylor. All you have to do is visit this link, enter your contact information on the right hand side of the page to sign-up, and then purchase Stressed-Less Living by Tracie Miles. If you haven’t participated in an Online Bible Study before, and are curious how they work, I hope you will find the answers to your questions when you visit her page at the link above. This is a study you will not want to miss. I wrote the foreword to Stressed-Less Living and it is one of those books you will want to keep on your nightstand. Tracie offers life-changing, heart-renewing perspective that will lead you straight to the healing hand of the Lord even when circumstances seem out of control and peace seems impossible.

Thank you so much sweet friend for visiting my blog today, and let me pray for you before you leave…

Dear Lord, thank you so much for each and every individual who is reading this post and struggling with worry, anxiety, and stress. I pray that you will show your stress-busting peace-inspiring power in a mighty way. Lead us to the verses in Your Word that will bring rest to our hearts, understanding to our minds, and even if we don’t understand – a peace that surpasses all understanding – Your peace. Thank you for being our rock, our redeemer, and our salvation. In Jesus Name I pray, Amen.

Does He hear me?

To you, Lord, I call; you are my Rock, do not turn a deaf ear to me. For if you remain silent, I will be like those who go down to the pit. Psalm 28:1

The assurance that comes with prayers answered. Knowing our cries have been heard and our wounds will be healed. There is nothing greater. But to the one who’s prayers seem to bounce off the ceiling, can there be any greater sense of abandonment?

There is no deeper sense of loneliness than that of feeling abandoned by the Lord. Discontented and disconnected as it seems the Lord’s promises are not true, or perhaps true, just not true enough for us to see.

And in fact, isn’t that what hell is? The ultimate sense of abandonment by God. The deepest, darkest, loneliest pit. Complete and total separation from The Lord. Abandoned to our own resources with only the air and demons to hear our cries. Could there be any greater punishment…

But abandonment was not a possibility. God would not, could not, stand for it. Down to the bloody sacrifice if His own Son, God would not leave us separated from Him. He sent His Son and gave us a choice.

The same God, The Lord your Savior, speaks good over your life and mine. His all encompassing grace that saves us from the pit of destruction is indeed our first and most penitent prayer answered. It is a tremendous blessing already received. If our discontented hearts truly believe that The Lord All Mighty does not mind, or turn His ear towards our pain, cries, and requests, let us not forget the sacrifice already made. The sacrifice of His Son who’s grace has come down, snatched us from the pits, and set us upon the Rock.

Trusting in Him from this point forward is not a condition for salvation but surely a condition for finding serenity and peace on earth. Believing that He has redeemed us and called us by name is far little compared to what He can do when we trust Him to fulfill those callings. He has promised you nothing short of royalty, sweet daughter of The King. Royalty that indeed may endure suffering for a season, but promised joy comes in the morning.

I don’t want to doubt His calling or His answers. Although prayers at times seem to bounce back from the ceiling, surely they must ascend the heights to heaven. Or do we think there is a prayer filter where He hears our cries for salvation but nothing more and nothing less?

Surely He hears our prayers, every single one of them. We are not children doomed to a pit of misunderstandings. Rather we have a King who understands and hears our cries. He answers each request according to His sovereign will and purpose.

Perhaps the Psalmist, David, a man after God’s own heart, sings this truth the best of all…

Praise be to the Lord, for he has heard my cry for mercy. The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him. Psalm 28:6-7

Surely The Lord, our Rock and Redeemer, hears our cries and requests. The same God who has not abandoned you to seek salvation of your own accord has not abandoned you to stumble about this life on your own. Your heart is not abandoned to a pit dwelling existence. Your feet are placed firmly upon the Rock, He is the Rock, and on His promises we stand firm. Prayers may seem unanswered. But you can rest assured that the heart who cries out for mercy will be answered. He hears. And He doesn’t abandon or forsake the work of His hands.

She’s gonna be somebody…

Heart-shattered lives ready for love don’t for a moment escape God’s notice. Psalm 56:5b MSG

“I’m gonna be somebody”, she gurgles in what seems to be a maniac drug induced state. I met her on the street. The place she calls home. Her life riddled with suicide attempts, sexual abuse , STD’s, and random late night encounters. Beatings no one should have to take. Broken in so many places …my hope stutters.

I want her to be somebody. But the bloody baggage draining from her eyes makes me wonder if it could happen. Could she really be somebody? Or die on the streets after one to many drugs or men ravaged her body…

I don’t want this life for her anymore than she wants it for herself. But what will it take to pull her from the night…

I tell her she is loved by God. She asks me where He’s been all her life. When she was raped and torn and shooting up with needles, and I honestly don’t know what to tell her.

Years of intervention to heal her pain. Therapy. Drug treatment. Healthcare. A warm bed and food to eat. Perhaps if I could give her all these things, she might be willing to accept the gospel, but as of now she denies its truth. And I can’t blame her. How do you see the light when your whole life has been a shattered pit of darkness?

She can’t feel Him. She can’t see Him. There’s no instant rescue for her. But all I have to give I will give to her in this moment. They may seem like empty words. But in that moment I hope she felt a little less alone.

If the somebody she wants to be is simply a somebody who is loved, God can give her that. He can love her where she is. Nothing extra needed on her part. Simply acceptance.

His blood sees her wounds. And His heart was struck open for her. If it was only her, He still would have died for her. I pray someday she knows that. I can’t “fix” her. I can’t snatch her from her life and place her where I think she needs to be. God knows where she is. He’s her shepherd and He knows where to find her, and will continue to send her small glimpses of light. And she is going to be somebody, His daughter, who follows Him out of the darkness.

Let Him mind your spillage…

mouthIt was one of those Sundays. God’s presence overwhelmed me. Hosanna in the Highest echoed throughout the church auditorium. Chill bumps swelled on my arms. I felt self-conscious, but my hands just had to rise in praise. They couldn’t stay down. Not while in the presence of my King, the Holy One.

As soon as church was over it was back to daily, menial tasks. For one thing, the car needed to be washed. We decided to drive through the car wash on the way home, and I demanded my husband go to the one I liked best. It was trouble from the start. He didn’t select the wash I wanted, I couldn’t find exact change, and then I got irritated because he didn’t pull onto the wash platform in a way I approved of.

Okay, yes, looking back, it is apparent that I was having a rather freakishly controlling type of day. By the time we entered the wash, I had completely lost it. My tongue came unglued, and I lashed out at my husband in ways I hadn’t done in years. Over a car wash of all things.

When we got home, it was time for me to work on a message I would deliver the next week. I prayed for the Lord to bring me a scripture to speak about. And what did He take me to? James 3, the chapter on Taming the Tongue. Yes conviction dropped on my head like a ton of bricks.

All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be. James 3:7-10

My favorite part of these verses is the simple phrase “my brothers and sisters, this should not be”.

James is absolutely right! It should not be, but so many times it is! After all, it says right in the Word of God that not one of us can tame the tongue, the restless evil! So what do we do then? Are we doomed to a life of an unleashed tongue, slashing itself around, cutting whoever might be on the top of our hit list for the day?

If we depend on our own strength, we are indeed headed for failure. But when we rely on the strength of the Lord, when we honor Him by allowing Him access to our mouths and hearts, He can get this wild beast under control.

But how? How is He going to change things?

I believe one of the first steps in allowing the Lord to tame our tongue is to give him access to our heart.

Luke 6:45 says, “A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of.”

The mouth speaks what the heart is full of. It spills out. If we want to give the Lord control over our tongue, we must first give Him control over our heart. We must fill our hearts with His Word, His truth, so that He can mind the spillage of our mouths.

We must allow Him to look into the deep laden raw sewage that lies in the hidden places – the unforgiveness, anger, bitterness – and allow His Spirit to heal us, to change us.

I want to challenge you to go 24 hours without letting anything come out of your mouth that God did not put there. If God does not inspire it, if it is not pure-right-and lovely- don’t say it!

Will this be difficult? Yes! Every time you feel like saying something negative, write it down in a journal. When the 24 hours are up, go back and look at what you have written. What do the hurtful, negative words say about what is going on in your heart? What places do you need to allow the Lord access to?

He can come in and heal the hurt, anger, bitterness, rage, resentment, jealousy…etc… Take some time and pray about what you have written. Repent, and ask the Lord to show you how these places can be healed.

When you allow Him inside the hidden places, and give Him permission to work, you take one gigantic step to allowing Him to tame that beasty tongue.

Dear Lord, I pray for each and every woman who takes this challenge. I pray that you reveal the heart work that needs to be done so  you may have complete an total access to her mouth – that she may praise you, worship you, and speak your life into herself, her friends, her family, and even her enemies. Thank you Lord. We praise you because you are God over all of us, even our tongues. Give us strength and desire that we may continue to worship you, know you, and serve you. In Jesus Name I pray, Amen.