The Impossible

I am still learning about Gideon and preparing for our next study with the Charis House ladies. We will be doing Priscilla Shirer’s, Gideon Study . In order to prepare for leading this study, my personal study has to go a little deeper, and maybe in a different direction, in order that I can receive exactly what it is the Lord has in store for me through this study. I continue through the most basics of reading and that’s when He takes over.

The word impossible came to my mind as I was reading . . . . 


Then I thought on the miracles Jesus performed while on earth . . . 

woman at well

Every miracle Jesus did on earth, was done in such a way that God the Father would be glorified.

Nothing He did man could replicate. 

Every miracle Jesus performed was done in such a way that no man could ever receive glory for them. From the lame man that couldn’t walk to even touch the tip of his toe in the pool of water to the fish being multiplied to feed thousands to the blind seeing . . . to the woman at the well . . . a Samaritan – a woman that was shamed because of her lifestyle and yet He still came to her to offer her living water.

Eternal life.

Yes, our God is a God of possibles because He takes what man sees as impossible and makes them possible.

I’m reminded of the times He has performed miracles in my own life . . . the year our income was $5,500 and we never went without necessities. Or the time the doctor said you’d never have any more children, then God gave us two more. Or the time we were told we would be living in a camper for two years before we could get in a house and it was only seven months – oh the list could go on –

I don’t know what miracle you need in your life right now but what I do know is our Lord is a God of possibilities. When we see no way out He makes a way. When we see heartache, He sees a story of hope and redemption. He is going to move in such a way only He can get the glory out of our circumstances.

This morning, take the time and intentionally remove your hands from your circumstances – ask Him to take over and make a way.

Throughout this post I kept singing this song – music is so powerful. Take a moment – be still – raise your arms or stand with them wide open – expose your heart – make yourself vulnerable unto the Father – let the healing begin –

Do It Again

Father, this morning we bring you my impossibilities – my list alone is a doozie – jobs, insurance needs, relationship needs, release from giants, the needs of my children – I alone can keep you busy for decades – but you – you are the God of omnipotence. You are able to come and go and move this way or that and be all things to all your children. You don’t show favoritism, you show love and grace, even through the disciplining your love remains the same. I want to be more like you. Father, we surrender to you our list of “no ways” and ask you to make a way. Bring to our minds all the miracles you have already performed in our own lives – all the ways you have been faithful to us in our faithlessness. We give you the glory and honor for what you are about to do. We love you, Jesus, our King. Amen.

If’s and Then’s

I believe there is a fine line between head knowledge and truth penetrating the heart. When we only have head knowledge without the heart knowledge we leave ourselves open to pride, self acknowledgement, criticism, and doubt.

While having knowledge, wisdom, and understanding of scripture is important, having just head knowledge –  can be deadly.

I see many whose knowledge is great, but

the heart is hard, cold, bitter, revengeful, broken, and angry.

The heart has rejected the Lord. The thought of trusting Him when they’ve been hurt so badly paralyzes them.

And it breaks my heart. 

One scripture translation mentions the word heart 835 times. 

By the heart a man is judged – not by the number of scriptures man has memorized.

Where we put our treasure, there also will be our heart.

Guard your heart, because everything you do flows from it.

Create in me a pure heart, Lord, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.

Scripture tells us the Word will not return void so we have a hope that one day that head knowledge with penetrate the hardest of hearts and more life application moments will follow.

Life lessons that will become teachable moments for our children, grandchildren, and all those the Lord brings into our lives that need the same freedom we’ve received.

One teachable moment the Lord gave me years ago from a class Bible Study, was the If’s and Then’s of scripture – it taught me life application of scripture.

It taught me about good consequences.

All my life I had only been taught the bad consequences of my actions. It was instilled in my head and my behind. It was like a light bulb came on when I was taught that there are good consequences to our actions, not just bad, and that lesson penetrated my heart. It changed my heart forever.

It was so powerful for me that I now teach it to others.

Today, my continuous HOPE is in the one Who has remained faithful to me, even through my faithlessness. That He will continue to teach me life application moments and that He will not only increase my head knowledge, but more importantly my heart knowledge.

And I’m eternally grateful.


Know Your Engine

It’s a running joke in our home (but if you ask my husband it’s an aggravation that runs a fine line between obsessing and reality) that I listen to my car. I learned some very important key issues about vehicle care through my grandfather and my dad. Pappow always – ALWAYS – kept a gas mileage log on his vehicles.

Every one of them.

He instilled in me the importance of keeping a mileage log to help him maintain the engine.

I can hear him now, “If you start having a drop in your miles per gallon you know something is wrong with your engine.”

Then there’s my dad – he was big on detail. “Pay attention to detail he said.

Listen to your engine. Know your engine.

When you hear something that is different, pay attention to when it’s happening and how often. “Know your engine because that will tell you when something is wrong with it,” he said.

I had a recent experience where I knew my air conditioner was not working like it should. I monitored it. Even had a witness! But the mechanic said, “there’s nothing wrong with your air conditioner”.

Hmmmm . . . . 

Two weeks lapsed, and while the problem had continued during that time, it wasn’t until my husband was in the car with me that he REALLY believed something wasn’t quite right.

I took it back to the mechanic and after a more thorough search, a crack was found in my compressor which was causing a loss of Freon – hence the “hissing” noise I would hear on occasion AND the fluctuation of the air temperature inside the vehicle.

It’s not very often I am right about things, and while I am no mechanic and am ignorant to even how vehicles function . . .  I do know my engine.

You know, people often ask me how they can discern the voice of the Lord . . .

The answer is simple – know your engine. 


Bible Read Me

Come – Just As You Are

This is me.

All of me.



And Satan does not want me to share it.

He desires for me to be ashamed of my physical appearance.

He desires for me to hide.

He desires for me to be in bondage.

So for that reason, in order to put him back in check, in order to feel no shame – in order to chisel away one more link of that chain – that bondage – that has held me captive for so long – in order to be one step closer in this self worth journey – I share my story.

I have had many people ask me if I really colored my hair, changed make up, and went to a class on etiquette before the conference. I did not go through with any of them. I couldn’t. I knew the Lord was telling me not to.

I knew the Lord was telling me to go and just be me.

Who He made me to be.

With no shame.

Usually I have no problem speaking in public. It’s a gift God has given me. I can’t explain it. You would think a woman who gets lost on the pages of words and stutters in her reading would not be able to speak well- but God. He has used my physical body to lead devotionals, speak in small groups, speak individually, and to lead studies. But I could not shake the anxiety for this one. I couldn’t understand why I was so distraught over this particular session. I couldn’t make sense of it, until this morning . . . now, I totally get it.

I went exactly who I was in raw form.

I didn’t put on a false image of who I was.

I didn’t wear a mask.

I didn’t pretend to be someone I wasn’t.

And my Lord gets the glory in my story . . . through “His-story”

So this morning, I share my video.

Someone out there needs to know the redeeming power in Him.

Someone needs to know Jesus loves them EXACTLY where they are and how they look.

Someone needs to know there is nothing they can’t do that can’t be forgiven.

Someone needs to know they were loved so much He died for them.

Someone needs to know restoration can be made.

Someone needs to be free.

Someone needs to know they are valuable and worthy to our Lord.

Someone needs to know about a four letter word called Hope. 

So for you, and for you alone – I expose my heart – I make myself vulnerable to criticism. For you.

If it’s you . . .  I love you. And I’m praying for you. 

Come – Just As You Are



Two Hands

Since my youngest, now 12, was in the 1st grade I have continued, over and over and over to tell doctors she has every symptom her brother (diagnosed with Asperger’s) has.

In fact, some of her symptoms (like sensory and anxiety) are much more severe than her brothers, but I was told she is too smart and too social – that she can carry on a conversation – so she wasn’t on the spectrum. What I observed as a parent was her anxiety was so high she has faked life as being okay, especially at school. I eventually quit pursuing it and just did the best I could with what I had learned from my son.

Until this year.

 This past school year was horrible. But I thank God for it because she finally showed her true self. Many times this school year I had to physically drag her to the car to get her to school. Many times this school year I had to call guidance and the principal and ask them to come help me get her out of the car.

Finally. She is breaking free all the stuff that is inside.

 It was ugly.

She was yelling. Screaming – banging on the car – everything that had been bottled up in fear was coming out like lava exploding from a volcano.

But aren’t breakthroughs messy?

Family has seen what we had seen for years and we were left to jumble through – but the relief that someone else was seeing what was going on was freeing.

Yesterday Kaitlyn had to see a neurologist.  She has had headaches for years and over the past year some other things started taking place that were of concern. The neurologist we were supposed to see was 1 1/2 hours late. Another doctor came in and got the “run down” on why we were there (which was an appointment for headaches, ticks/spasms/etc, having lapse of time accountability, losing thoughts and getting lost – not knowing where she is in her own home, car, etc. so there are some obvious concerns). He spent time talking and asking questions – again – about what we were there for.

Once the neurologist came in and apologized the very next thing she said caught me by surprise, “Why hasn’t she been diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder?”

I couldn’t believe it.

I explained everything I have been told in the past; she is too smart and social. She then brings up Christopher. “Doesn’t she have a brother diagnosed Asperger’s? It seems she has every symptom her brother has. How could it not be recognized?”

I can only imagine what the look on my face said.

We talked for quite a while. Here are the facts, Kaitlyn’s IQ level is less than Christopher’s. Intelligence has nothing to do with Autism except most kids on the spectrum have extremely high IQ’s. Kaitlyn learns differently than her brother. Kaitlyn got her dad’s ability to look at something and process it in her head. She is quick like that. Christopher is slow and cumbersome like his momma. He is more visual like I am. They learn differently. Believe it or not she is not socially okay. Kaitlyn glances her eyes away from people just like Christopher does and doesn’t like to carry on conversations unless someone else starts it and even then she struggles with what to say next. The difference – God has given Kaitlyn this bubbly personality that she uses to cover up all the yuck she fights in the world.

Before we left the appointment yesterday we discussed the areas of concern that took us there. An EEG is being ordered to rule out seizures. The doctor has made it very clear Kaitlyn does not need to be in a public school setting and because homeschooling is not an option she has put in the request for a private school setting. There are scholarships we will apply for. There is one thing she is afraid of – itching. She dresses for comfort because of her sensory and in a uniform she will have to wear things that have buttons, seems, collars, and shoes.


She hates them. They make her feet itch and the end result of shoes brings on emotional outburst that seem unending.

At the end of her appointment, the neurologist added the diagnosis Autism Spectrum Disorder to the list of other symptoms she already carries. She said girls are very hard to diagnose, especially high functioning, but this is far more than anxiety or oppositional defiance.


After six years I had quit asking – I had given up – it wasn’t even on my radar to ask anymore.

But God –

I thanked her profusely for seeing beyond the reason we were there. Her response has stayed with me, “I have one. I live what you live every day. I recognized it right away because I live it also. Maybe that’s why God allowed me to be your doctor so I could see it too.”

God won’t waste a hurt y’all. I do not care what it is, I have seen what God can do and the way He crazily brings people in to my own life to bring in to fruition His plan. He is using my past hurts to help hurting women AND yesterday, He used a highly intelligent neurologist to see past the muck and the mire – she took a chance and treaded on waters that we weren’t even swimming in.

She recognized there was more going on because it is her life too.

God often uses other people, people not even on our own radar, to throw us a lifeline to keep us from sinking.

Don’t give up.

Someone needs your hope.


two hands

Thankful Thursday

Thank you, Lord for five hours of sleep. I’m tired but you can sustain me. I thank you for that. Thank you for the fan circulating in the room. Thank you for the dogs that are eagerly waiting for me to call them in the room. Thank you for entrusting me with the heart of the women in the Charis House. Thank you for how each one has impacted my life. Thank you for my kids. All three – and my grand babies. Thank you for my husband and son in law. Thank you for the tires on my car and for providing me with a dependable car. When I get grumbly today, quicken my spirit and show me more to be thankful for. Amen

HE Knows YOUR Name

Maybe in the stillness of the morning you wonder your purpose and if you really matter in the big scheme of things.

Or maybe your mornings are filled with kids fighting, babies crying while the dogs are barking at the squirrel, the floors are filthy, the sink is full of dishes, and that pile of laundry – oh it just needs to have its own name – and you are tired. You look in the mirror and wonder what happened to you because you don’t remember who you used to be.

Or maybe your marriage is in complete turmoil right now and you feel absolutely lost and alone. You’ve been betrayed by the man that was supposed to be your protector and best friend for life and you are hurting.

My sisters, it doesn’t matter the condition of your home or the turmoil that surrounds you –

I need you to know this very moment He is with you.

He is sitting right next to you on the couch – He has his arm around you. Or maybe you are sitting in your favorite comfortable chair or maybe just getting out of the bed today takes more effort than you have to offer – you think you are by yourself, but in reality you are sitting in your Abba Father’s lap and right this very moment He is running His fingers through your messy hair, and that tear that just fell down your cheek, His finger gently wiped it away. Or maybe you are in the bathroom, hiding so no one hears your cries of desperation. Not even the bathroom is safe to hide from our Jesus. He’s right there with you.

You are not alone. 

The God of the Universe – the One that hung the stars, the moons, the sun – He knows your name.

It is written on the palms of His hands. 

Where ever you are right now, turn off the television, let the kids cry, leave the dirty dishes – and just pause – listen to this song – let Him nourish you and comfort you through these words.

You Know My Name




Lord, our Lord,
    how majestic is your name in all the earth!

You have set your glory
    in the heavens.
Through the praise of children and infants
    you have established a stronghold against your enemies,
    to silence the foe and the avenger.
hen I consider your heavens,

    the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
    which you have set in place,
what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
    human beings that you care for them?
 You have made them a little lower than the angels

    and crowned them with glory and honor.
You made them rulers over the works of your hands;

    you put everything under theirfeet:
all flocks and herds,
    and the animals of the wild,
the birds in the sky,
    and the fish in the sea,
    all that swim the paths of the seas.

Lord, our Lord,
    how majestic is your name in all the earth!

Psalm 8



Let’s Go Diggin’!

Over and over God uses creation to speak His word.

It’s everywhere.

The birds of the air offers us assurance when we see one of these little ones flying before us with a worm hanging out of its mouth – that if He is going to provide for them oh how much more He will provide for us.

The sun shining, the moon’s radiance, and the measurement of our ocean’s tides remind us that our God is a precise God and that everything has its place.

The hills and valleys represent our seasons of rest and perseverance in the valleys while the mountains represent the wow moments when we see God’s hand move in our lives.

And then there are the gardens – my heart was so touched when the Charis House ladies blessed me with a bag of tomatoes, cucumbers, and bell peppers from their garden.

A garden they planted.

A garden they have pruned.

A garden they have had to upkeep – Where they have pulled weeds and where God has given them life application moments on the importance of digging deep into the heart to uproot the aches and pains that plague so many of us.

My heart was so moved when one lady shared about this monstrous root that she found. She shared how she didn’t see it until she had pulled away all the small tedious ones that were on top of the soil.

-The weeds that were obvious – ones seen with eye. You know – the outward result of something hidden deep down.- 

It wasn’t until all the little weeds were removed she was able to see the root – the one all the other little ones were grounded to.

“It was big, thick, and hard to pull up,” she said.

That root can represent anything –

for some it is the root of unforgiveness.

for some it represents rejection.

for some it represents bitterness.

for some it represents abuse.

for some it represents personal satisfaction/arrogance.

While that list could go on and on – more than likely there is one thing that started that deep rooted  pain – the one we have stuffed for so long – and most often than not, it is rooted in a single person.

It takes time to work through those layers.

It takes a courageous person to be willing to work through those layers.

It will hurt.

You will cry.

But the most amazing thing happens after the tears, and it’s called healing.

I started counseling shortly after my dad passed away. The layers of pain ran deeper than I ever imagined. That root is grounded deep in my heart. We have been working on all the weeds that were obvious – but now – oh boy – we have been digging in the soil to uproot a monstrous root.

It hasn’t been easy, but when God is ready to release us of something that has held us captive for so many years, He begins to move in awe-inspiring ways.

He begins to use people in your day to day life to say something that ministers life to your soul, and often times they have no clue they were just used to massage that heart muscle.

He begins to use strangers that speak words of life over you and they don’t even know you.

There have been billboards, songs on the radio, three minute devotionals – all geared towards the healing of my heart – massaging that heart muscle again and again.

When He is ready to set you free He will begin going to incredible measure to help you through the process – including sending an angel.

There was this person walking down the hallway – I swear he came from Jamaica! It was like he had just gotten off the plane – Jamaican layered clothes, hair – everything about him said, “Jamaica”.  We were passing each other in the hallway, our eyes met, and out of nowhere he said, “You are going to do great.” I have goosebumps just thinking about it. As soon as he said those words to me (wow I have some BIG goosebumps) I said, “Lord, was that an angel you just sent me?” And I never saw him again.

Digging up the deep seeded roots takes time. In our world of instant gratification we want it to happen quickly and on our time schedule, but what God has shown me through the years is the very things we have had to work hard for, the things we have to toil at, mull over, and constantly surrender over to the Lord, are the same things we experience the greater victories over.

We can’t do this on our own.

It takes truly trusting our Lord with your heart.

It means we must have more than a head knowledge of our Lord.

It means making ourselves vulnerable, but knowing our Lord will take that vulnerable heart and make it sensitive to others walking through the same pains and trials will eventually bring you comfort as you see 2 Corinthians 1:4 come to life.

“who comforts and encourages us in every trouble so that we will be able to comfort and encourage those who are in any kind of trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God” will make it 

So here is my question for you . . .

What has God done in your heart that you have kept to yourself?

That you have hidden – maybe because of shame? maybe because of pride? Or maybe you have listened to the lies of the evil one far too long and you believe your story could never help anyone. 

Oh my friend, our Lord will never waste our hurts. He can use them for good, not only the ones done to us by others, but also our own self inflicted pain.

As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good in order to bring about this present outcome, that many people would be kept alive [as they are this day]. Genesis 50:20

Oh Lord, we need you to heal our hearts. We need you to expose the depths of our souls in order for healing to truly begin. Give us courage, Lord, when we are afraid. Embrace us with comfort by your strong presence or send us a friend to wrap their arms around us so tightly that we would know that hug was from you. We praise you, Lord, for your creation and how you speak through it. Use our battle wounds for your glory so that others will be saved. We love you, Amen.


As I was praying and typing out that prayer a song came to mind. Maybe you, too, need a miracle – don’t give up. He hears. This song can be used in so many ways and in so many circumstances. In your hour of desperation – when we throw up our hands and truly surrender – then He can move.

 I Need A Miracle

These Are My People

“Give me a group of people to double my joy and divide my grief.” Shaun Pillay

When the Minister of Evangelism said those words last night it penetrated deep.

I’ve looked for the precise words to describe how the ladies at the Charis House have affected my life – and that was it.

These ladies are incredible.

They are real.

They are raw.

They are vulnerable.

They are genuine.

And they encourage me and hold me accountable as much as I do them.

Once I FINALLY surrendered to leading the Bible Studies for the Charis House, the first thing the Holy Spirit prompted me to do was make myself vulnerable.

He whispered, “If you aren’t real with them they won’t reveal their hearts to you.” In turn-

I had to be real.

I had to be raw.

I had to expose parts of the heart that made me vulnerable.

So that became my baseline.

My prayer is that the Holy Spirit will keep me vulnerable and humble so they can relate and receive what He is saying through me.

Yesterday one of the ladies said, “Ms Stacey, are you okay?”

I tried to gap her off but because she knows me – my heart – she didn’t let it rest.

When they see the Lord refining me (on self worth) and they see the Holy Spirit working,  it makes not only recovery real but it shows a continuous sanctification process.

It shows the Lord doesn’t let go just because things get tough.

Even after nineteen years of sobriety..

It makes growing in the Lord a real thing, not a stagnant relationship of convenience.

It makes recovery and a new life relatable.

These ladies –

They laugh with me.

They challenge me to be better.

They accept me.

They embrace me.

They pray with and for me as much as I pray with them.

The “get” me.

They are my people.

The scriptures tell us in Ecclesiastes 4:9 & 10 that two are better than one for when one falls the other will pick the fallen back up.

The relationships being formed here are lifetime relationships.

Women must encourage women.

We must be supportive and speak words of life over one another and stop comparing ourselves against each other.

Satan’s name means division.

If he can divide us then he achieved his goal.

It’s easier to take down one woman of God than an army of women for God.

I. Am. Magnificent.

My heart hurt the first time I heard him say it.

How could he know God loved him in his head and not be able to fully grasp it in his heart?

I couldn’t understand it . . . at first – 

After diving deeper in the conversation I learned he never knew good touch by his father.

His father never spent time with him.

His father never told him he was proud of him.

And his father never told him he loved him.

Because of those circumstances he just could not grasp how very much our Creator adored him.

At that moment, my heart began breaking for the man before me.

It became and continues to be my fervent prayer that God would show him how much He loves him and adores him.

In my personal wresting with this, trying to comprehend how in the world someone could believe something in their head and know what scriptures says but not believe it in their own heart, the Holy Spirit decided to put me in check.

“You don’t believe you are valuable, Stacey.”
You don’t believe you are worthy of my love. Stacey.”
You don’t believe you are beautiful. Stacey”
“You don’t believe you are incredible. Stacey”
“So what’s the difference between what he is struggling with and what you are  struggling with? You both know these things through scripture but because you have been traumatized with rejection your entire life and given false definitions of love and success, you believe you have no value. Why do you think it is so important to you to build other women up? To tell them they are valuable. To tell them they are beautiful. To give hugs and gentle touches so they know good touch. To speak words of life over them. You do that because you don’t ever want another woman to believe about herself what you believe to be true about yourself.”

Gosh Lord, it’s like you know me – how can I argue with that?

I couldn’t.

The same way I have been praying for my precious husband – for God to show him how much He adores him, is how I began to pray for myself – that God would allow me to see myself how He sees me. Now satan tried to scare me on that one because let’s face it, our Lord sees the inside deepest parts of our souls and sometimes that can be nasty dirty, but I know God wants me free from the lies that have held me captive for 46 years so I have continued to pray that simple prayer, “Lord, Let me see myself how you see me. Show me through your eyes.”

Since I began praying that prayer God would opened my eyes to even more heartache though.

Maybe you can relate?

You too know what scripture says about you – that you are fearfully and wonderfully made, that God has created you for a purpose and that it is a good purpose, that you are the apple of His eyes, that you are beautiful, that you were on His mind when He was on the cross, that YOU were worth dying for – and yet you can’t fully grasp that in your heart either because you too have been exposed to the sexism and the ugliness of the world.

Fear of rejection and lack of control fuel your mind and body.

And you hurt.


So you stuff it down a little more and throw on that fake smile and plaster on that make up to cover the pain and you keep telling yourself  and others, “I”m fine,” but it really isn’t fine, is it?

Oh my friend, our God is a big – BIG – God. He can take your pain. He wants us – you – to be free of the hurts of our past.

I attended a recent speaker’s training conference and we had to give a five minute speech that would be recorded so we could  promote ourselves for speaking opportunities. One of the speeches was on self worth and how women compare themselves to others.

My how she nailed it.

In fact, much of what she said was in my speech but when I got up there I forgot half of it – no lie – but God arranged it so I would be the recipient of His word that morning.

The word God had given her was magnificent.

He wanted all His girls to know they were magnificent.

We sat in pairs, looking each other in the eyes and spent a few moments speaking words of life over our partner.

But then – then – she did the unthinkable.

She had us speak them over ourselves.

And I couldn’t do it.

Instead, I cried. I felt like my heart was coming out of my throat.

On my ride home from the conference the Lord decided to bring that word back up. He wanted me to say it, so much that He began to drive me nuts over it.

My response, “Fine, I will say it but it doesn’t mean I believe it.”

“I. Am. Magnificent.”

“Whew. Okay – that wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, but just because I said it doesn’t mean I believe it, Lord.”

(God wants us to be honest with Him ladies. He wants us to come to the Throne of Grace boldly and cast our heart at His feet – I go to Him with everything – and He wants you to go to Him with everything too. It’s okay to be honest with our Creator. It truly is freeing.)

There have been several times He has prompted me to say “that word” since the conference.

What He is putting in to fruition what it coming – He is preparing me, massaging my heart muscle to be free from the lies I have believed all my life.

I was reminded of a quote by Manley Beasley that my pastor has used several times,

Faith is counting it as if  it is, 
when it is not so, 
in order that it may be so.

In my prayers I have also been praying, “Lord, help my unbelief.” Not only for myself, but my husband, and for you.

It is my heart’s desire that you know you are beautiful.

It is my heart’s desire that you know you are loved.

It is my heart’s desire that you know you are of great value to our Lord and to me.

It is my heart’s desire for us to be free – free from rejection, hurt, anger, and unforgiveness.

We can only do that through Him.

It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. Galatians 5:1

Many years ago I was struggling with forgiving myself. Let’s face it, I hurt a lot of people. I was a new believer in Christ and I fell right in to the trap satan laid before me. I believed if I forgave myself for all the horrible things I had done, not only to myself, but my daughter, my family, other people’s marriages, and more that I would be justifying what I did. That I would be saying what I did was okay. Through a period of time where I lived in heavy bondage, I finally reached out and asked some tough questions. The answer I received was used to set me free.

“If you say you can’t be forgiven for your sins then you are calling God a liar because scripture says you are forgiven.” 

I walked in freedom that day – I learned to reject satan’s lies that day.

Do you see the parallel though to that story and this story of self worth?

For us to say that we are not loved, that we are not beautiful, that we are not valuable, that we are not important – well – we are calling God a liar.

And it’s not God that is a liar – it’s Satan – and he presents himself in many forms – the biggest – as fear. 

Today, and every day, I want you to tell yourself – whatever it is you are not believing about yourself what God says about you – whether it’s about His love, His grace, how He adores you, maybe you don’t believe God could truly use you – or maybe you need to not only know but believe you too, are magnificent – speak it out. Even if you don’t believe it at first, just get comfortable saying it. And one day, I know you will believe it because God is going to begin massaging that heart muscle of yours just like He is mine.

In this song, fear is referred to as “he”.

He is referring to satan. His very name means division – if he can divide our hearts then he has separated us from truth.


Father, set us free today. Help our unbelief’s. Give us courage to speak words of life into our own hearts, not as an arrogance, but as a masterpiece of you. Let your fire fall and love be all we hear. Quicken our spirits. Forgive us Lord, for believing the lies of satan. We want to be free. Cast us free. Set us free.  Amen.