Where there is ambiguity in scripture, God desires we depend on Him for the answers we need and trust His divine wisdom for the ones we don’t.

What you eat matters. Yes, your level of activity matters. Yes, your exposure to toxic and harmful things matters! But, what if the unseen “matters” of the soul have as much to do with our health as the external ones?

When Satan is worshiped, his calling cards shows up in spades. The same can be seen on nights when covens and Satanic groups concentrate their curses, spells and worship of Satan.

Westerners have an intense dislike for pain and its processes. The thing with opioids is they don’t fix the problem, they only mask the pain and the issue continues unchecked.

“For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy law, and this is our solemn vow.”

Pressing in can make the difference in outcome and trust is not proved until we feel reason to doubt. That is why God calls us to worship – He knows it positions us to receive victory and divine strategy, strengthening our intimacy with Him as He brings peace to our storm.

God often invites us into ventures we would never have engaged in on our own. He brings us far outside our comfort zone so we learn to fix our eyes on Him as we walk out on the water!

Communicating is my forte, but often I do a better job with equines than humans. The other day, I worked with one particular youngster who had been pushed too far…

Has God ever given you a vision, then He “forgets,” and takes you in what seems like the full on opposite direction?

While suffering intensely from Lyme Disease, thousands of people prayed for my healing, and while I believe prayer, grace and David kept me barely alive, it was three years before Jesus miraculously healed me. If pain could be measured in distance, we would have circumnavigated the globe many times before that day of healing came.

My mind is churning like an over revved engine with all I want to talk to the King about today. I stride past the gate, and up the steps to the throne room, taking them two at a time in my haste…

Growing up, I used to hide to finish a book.  If Dad found me, his question was:
“Why don’t you find something productive to do please?”
I would grudgingly put down my book,  go outside and do some of the never ending chores the ranch produced.