3 Things We Can Do When Life Hits Like an Emergency

I’ll never forget the day when I had to call the paramedics for my mom. She had a terrible fall several years ago – gashing her forehead and finding herself deeply confused and disoriented.

It was the beginning of one of the most difficult and scary seasons of our lives. (I thank God and marvel to this day that she is still with us and doing so well.)

But God gave me a powerful reminder that specific day that I would need throughout the coming months. Wisdom I still think of to this day. Hope directly connected to what happens when you call 911 during an emergency.

They keep you talking. Until they know help has reached you, the EMS dispatchers keep the conversation going. Not only does this help them assess the situation, but it also helps keep you focused and calm.

And this is what we need to do when life hits like an emergency.

We need to keep talking.

1 – Keep talking to God. Pouring out our prayers. Pouring out our hearts. Pouring out every thought, fear, and emotion.

2 – Keep talking to wise, godly people. Talking to people who have been where we are. Talking to the ones we know will always point us back to hope. Talking openly and honestly to someone we know we can trust.

And …

3 – Keep talking to ourselves. Preaching truth to our own hearts. Speaking Scripture out loud so our ears can hear it and our souls can receive it. Getting loud if we have to so we can drown out the voice of the Enemy.

We need to keep talking while help is coming. Because it is. Help is coming.

I could not SEE that help was on its way that day with my mom. But it was. As soon as I asked for it, things were set in motion to release the help we needed. The ambulance was already set up and ready to go. We just needed to call.

And oh, friend… I know you can’t see it yet, but as soon as you cried out to God, things were set in motion. The provision He already had ready was sent on its way. I can’t promise you it will show up exactly how you want or as early as you want. I can’t even promise it will look like what you’re expecting. But help is coming.

And those sirens on an ambulance? They don’t just signal for people to get out of the way because there is an emergency. They let the person waiting know help is almost there.

So this is what I’m praying for you today… that you’ll keep talking. That you’ll trust help is coming. And that your ears will catch the sound of the hope headed your way.

If you haven’t heard TobyMac’s new song “Help Is On the Way,” I’ll link to it here. Listening to this song is what inspired me to finally sit down and write this post that has been stirring in my heart for years.

I’m not saying any of this will be easy or pain-free. We still had to walk through the hard not only of that day with my mom, but the many days that came afterwards. But He provided for us and helped us during that season in ways that still humble and amaze me. Even in the midst of our pain, God is good. And we can rest assured in the knowledge that He is a God of provision. A God who loves us.

Wherever you are crying out from today, He sees you. He hears you. And He knows how to best help you.

Keep hanging on, friend. Keep talking. His help is on the way.

{Psalm 40:1-3; Psalm 116:1-9}

Love & Prayers,
Kimberly

When It Feels Like God Is Keeping Things From You

Sometimes it’s hard not to feel a bit confused and frustrated by God’s ways. Maybe even hurt. When we tentatively hold out our dreams and desires and ideas to the One who can make them come to pass in an instant, only to be met with “wait” and “not yet” and sometimes even a deeply painful “no.”

But instead of feeling slighted by God because He seems to be “keeping” something from us, what if we chose to feel loved by Him?

It’s truth that washed over me as I sat with Psalm 121:

“I lift up my eyes to the hills.
From where does my help come?
My help comes from the LORD,
who made heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot be moved;
he who keeps you will not slumber.
Behold, he who keeps Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD is your keeper;
the LORD is your shade on your right hand.
The sun shall not strike you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all evil;
he will keep your life.
The LORD will keep
your going out and your coming in
from this time forth and forevermore.”

And it’s that word that shows up in some form five times. God’s reminder to us over and over and over again in this passage that He keeps us.

He is our Keeper.

As tender as that is to think about, I have to realize there are going to be times when being kept safe by Him means He’s going to need to keep some things from me. Things I may desperately want but that He knows aren’t best. Or that it’s just not time. Or that they truly aren’t safe or wise in the long run.

Is it still hard in the waiting and surrendering? Yes. Does that mean we have to stop asking and praying? Only if we feel Him firmly but oh so tenderly impressing on us that He wants us to let it go.

And this is where trust comes in. This is when peace offers to surround us, seep into us, and settle us down to our bones. When we choose to remember that our God sees things we don’t see and knows things we don’t know and loves us beyond what we can ever comprehend.

We are seen by Him. Loved by Him. Safe in His care.

He is our Keeper. Our good Father. Our beautiful and abundant portion.

Oh, that we would want Him more than anything we feel like He is keeping from us today.

“The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.” Psalm 16:5-6

Let’s keep trusting Him, friends. Let’s keep delighting in Him.
Kimberly

The God Who Started a Good Work in My Children Is Able to Complete That Good Work

I don’t know how you feel like you’ve done when it comes to passing your faith on to your children.

I know it can feel overwhelming and confusing at times. I imagine, like me, you sometimes wonder if you’ve done enough. Especially as our kids start getting ridiculously close to being full-blown adults out on their own.

But I bet you’ve planted more seeds than you realize – with the prayers you’ve prayed, with the ways both quiet and bold you’ve chosen the ways of Jesus, with your Bible sitting out open, with your hands lifted or your tears falling as you worship Him at church or in the middle of an ordinary day.

And I want to encourage you with a passage of Scripture the Lord used to encourage me recently. Words that remind me it’s not all on me. That their faith doesn’t rest on 20ish years of me getting it all in and getting it all right and that’s the only hope they have.

In 2 Timothy 1:5-14, we read that faith was passed down from Lois to Eunice to Timothy – flowing from grandmother to mother to grandson. But family wasn’t the end of Timothy’s faith story. Then the Lord sent him Paul, the apostle addressing him in this letter. In Paul, Timothy had someone to spur him on in his faith and his calling. Someone to remind him of truth. Someone to call him out and up to more. Someone with faith Timothy could emulate.

Lois and Eunice had done their best to sow into Timothy for years upon years. And then the God who promised to complete the good work HE began in Timothy brought Paul into his life. (Philippians 1:6)
And I can’t tell you how much I love this. The God who began a good work in my girls? He knows how to complete that good work. He knows who to send their way and when.

Paul reminds Timothy in this letter to “hold fast the pattern of sound words” which he heard from Paul. The word for sound in Greek used here means: “to have sound health; i.e. be well (in body); figuratively, to be uncorrupt (true in doctrine): – be in health; (be safe and) sound, (be) whole(-some).” And to this, my heart says, “Yes, Lord! Send sound people with sound voices and sound theology into my girls’ lives.”

Maybe you’re fretting today about where your children are with Christ. Perhaps you feel shaky in your faith, and so you worry about what you’re passing on. Sweet friend, I get it. But God is able to complete the good work He began in us AND the good work He began in our people. And today, we can pray that He will send them Pauls.

This is my prayer. I know your story is different from mine, so feel free to make it your own. Pray it for your tiny people. For your teens. For your fully-grown adults. You can even write a prayer for yourself. ❤️

Father God, thank You for my parents and my grandparents who made sure I heard about You from a young age. I’m so thankful they helped me meet You. And I thank You for the faith-filled people You have continued to bring into my life over the years that have shaped and sharpened me. People who have even helped prepare me for the high calling of parenting and pointing young hearts to You. I confess I needed this reminder that it doesn’t all rest on me. I can trust that You will complete the good work You began in my children. And I’m asking You today to bring “Pauls” into their lives, Father. Bring them mentors, friends, and teachers who will see the gifts You’ve placed in them and call those things out. People who already walk by faith in strong, solid ways they can learn from. Word-fed, Spirit-led people of wisdom and grace who are firmly rooted and growing in Truth. People who will help my children grow in ways that perhaps I can’t as a mom. People who will love them, pray from them, and help shape and sharpen them. People who won’t let them settle for less than Your best. People who will help them be brave. People who will equip and encourage them to live true to the Gospel, true to Your calling on their lives, and true to You – helping them know beyond a shadow of a doubt they are loved by You and safe in You. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

May we continue to trust that the God who began a good work in our children is able to complete that good work in our children. And may our children abide in Him and surrender to His holy work in them.

Love & prayers, friends,
Kimberly

Hope for the Overthinkers

I was talking to a friend recently about the crazy that goes on in my head. How I’m forever trying to choose the exact right thing.

I don’t mean morally.

I mean, what is the exact right thing I should do with this day? What is the exact right next book I should read? What is the exact right Bible study or book of the Bible I should go through? What is the exact right decision for this and that and everything – big or small.

Her reply?

Wow. That sounds exhausting.

And you know what?

It is. Because trying to function from a place of fear is always going to be exhausting.

And I’m just now realizing how I’ve been living like the love of Jesus is a safety net. Like the wide and high and long and deep love of Christ (Ephesians 3:14-19) is there to catch me if I somehow step off of this tightrope I’m forever on. Which could sound comforting. But it’s actually quite paralyzing.

It’s this mentality that there is one and only one right step in front of me, and I had better pick well, or I’ll fall. I’ll fail. Will He rescue me? Yes. Of course. But I so long to live a life that is pleasing to Him. And I dread the pain and the mess of mistakes. Pridefully, the embarrassment of them, too.

Thankfully, the Lord is tenderly helping me see that His love isn’t a safety net. It’s solid ground beneath my feet. And I’m not walking on a tightrope. He has set me in a broad place. He has delivered me because He delights in me. (Psalm 18:19)

And I’m typing these words out for my fellow overthinkers. For my friends forever trying to discern that exact next right step.

What if there isn’t always just one right choice? What if we seek to live with excellence but at the same time receive and rest in the love and grace and mercy of Jesus Christ? We have more freedom in the Father’s love than fear wants us to know.

“Yes” to praying. “Yes” to listening the Spirit’s leading. “Yes” to making the best choices we can with the wisdom we have. But may we also know today that the ground beneath our feet is solid. It’s ground we’re meant to root in, find stability from, and feast our souls upon as we grow.

We aren’t circus performers walking on tightropes. We’re sons and daughters standing in grace. (Romans 5:1-2) We are loved. We are safe. And this ground we’re standing on… it won’t give way. (Matthew 7:24-25)

“He brought me out into a broad place; he rescued me, because he delighted in me.” Psalm 18:19

“When hard pressed, I cried to the Lord;
he brought me into a spacious place.
The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid.
What can mere mortals do to me?” Psalm 118:5-6

Praying for us all as we learn to both rest in Him and move freely with Him,
Kimberly

Sitting Like a Child, Not a Guest

God has been addressing some areas in my life where I struggle to truly live as His daughter. Because while I say with my mouth I believe I’ve been adopted into His family, I live more like I’m always trying to earn my place.

And He gave me some thoughts surrounding my kitchen table that blessed my heart recently. I wanted to share them with you today.

When we have guests over to our home for dinner, we make a place for them. We pull in extra chairs. We even give up our seats temporarily so they can have somewhere to sit. We invite them in and say, “Sit here for a while with us.” But they know that, ultimately, those seats aren’t truly theirs.

This isn’t how it is with God and our invitation to sit at His table, though. We hear that we’re invited in, called close, but it’s not just for a temporary and occasional seat. We’ve been made a part of His family – all because of Christ.

We are His children, and our position is fixed. Set. Our own.

It makes me think about my daughters and their position at our table.

My girls don’t wake up in the morning wondering if they have a seat for that day. They don’t walk in after school unsure of where they will sit for dinner. They just go to their spot! It’s theirs. One they don’t have to think about earning day after day after day. It’s theirs because they are mine. Because they are their father’s.

Each one has their own seat where they are welcome. Where they belong. Where they will be seen. Fed. Talked with. Listened to. Laughed with. Delighted in. Encouraged. Loved.

The same is true for us! We don’t have “guest seats” at the Father’s table. He’s not just occasionally making room for us. We don’t have to call first before we show up or wait for an official invitation. We have a place. Our own space. A seat forever and always ours if we’ll keep choosing to come back to it.

Our position is secure. His love is sure.

What rest it would give our hearts if we truly believed in and lived from our place as sons and daughters today.

“See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!” 1 John 3:1 (NIV)

“But when the set time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those under the law, that we might receive adoption to sonship.Because you are his sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, ‘Abba,  Father.’ So you are no longer a slave, but God’s child; and since you are his child, God has made you also an heir.” Galatians 4:4-7 (NIV)

“For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, ‘Abba! Father!’” Romans 8:15 (ESV)

“You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
forever.” Psalm 23:5-6 (ESV)

Here are some questions you can sit with over the next few days if these words resonated with you:

• How does it make me feel to know that God isn’t haphazardly or occasionally making room for me, but that He has a personal, purposeful, permanent space for me at His table?

• Do I truly live like I’m a loved son or daughter, or am I continually trying to earn His love?

• Have I been sitting and lingering with Him recently, or do I constantly cram down quick “meals” and run?

• And if you didn’t feel like you had a safe and welcome space at a table growing up, you may want to ask: Do I know that God’s love for me is safe and good? Do I feel welcomed by Him? Where do I need to invite God in to heal my view of being “parented” by Him?

Much Love, Friends,
Kimberly

What One of My Favorite Restaurants Is Teaching Me About Writing and Ministry

Sometimes the Lord has to help me take a step back and see my life from a different view. Because feeling small and hidden in a world that celebrates going big and being noticed can, quite honestly, feel discouraging some days.

And what the Lord has had me considering, oddly enough, is restaurants.

One of my favorite places to eat in my hometown is a small café that the world at large has no knowledge of called Mon Amie. My daughters adore their crepes. Me? I can’t seem to get enough of their breakfast bowl. It is divine.

You can’t just show up there any old time, though. Their hours are short and specific, and they’re closed on Mondays and Tuesdays. But when they are open, their tables are typically full because the food is so good.

Why am I telling you this?

I’m starting to see my value as a writer who identifies with this kind of restaurant. A fact that’s giving me both freedom and hope.

Freedom in that I don’t have to be “on” all of the time to be a blessing. I don’t have to wear myself thin trying to serve up something good all day, every day.

Hope in knowing that – in a world full of well-known chain restaurants and swanky, award-winning, five-star restaurants – we also need and love our little local places. The ones that don’t have to be world-famous to serve up delicious food. Food people are nourished by, enjoy, and look forward to eating.

And I just wonder if someone else needs to hear this today in the midst of wherever you’re tempted to feel minuscule or label yourself unimportant.

What if “small” is a good size for you? What if it’s the best fit for your purposes and your design? What if it isn’t something to try to press past but something to settle into and thrive beautifully in instead? What if what you do would lose some of its flavor and you some of your joy if you had to go big and stay big? What if what you see as limits are good and kind parameters that actually allow you to keep doing what you’re doing with excellence and love?

We don’t have to be “world-renowned” to produce good and needed things. To feed stomachs and souls. To sincerely bless lives. Keep doing what you do with excellence, friend. And know that more people than you realize are grateful you keep showing up faithfully in your café-sized corner of the world.

“God has given each of you a gift from his great variety of spiritual gifts. Use them well to serve one another.” 1 Peter 4:10 (NLT)

Much Love,
Kimberly

The Unwrapping of the Most Glorious Gift

Jesus showed up wrapped up. Perfect divinity wrapped in flesh. Wrapped in strips of cloth. Wrapped in the tender love of an earthly mother’s arms.

But a gift isn’t fully a gift until it’s been unwrapped. Until you see what’s inside. Until you know what the giver intended for you to have.

And wasn’t this the whole of Jesus’ life? This slow unwrapping of salvation. This gradual unveiling of eternity. Tiny corners being pulled back so we could get a peek at the fullness of God residing inside.

Glimpses of glory given over mealtimes and prayer times and crowded hilltop times of teaching. Miracles and majesty mixed in with the mundane and pain of our hurting and broken world.

Until the day man tired of Him, felt threatened by Him, foolishly thought the unwrapping of Him would be the end of Him. And so they tore through His flesh. Ripped through tender skin that felt every blow. Felt the sting of the whip. Felt the piercing of both crown of thorns and crucifixion nails.

A body unwrapped. Hanging naked and bleeding.

A life poured out. A King who could have demanded to be served, but instead showed up serving.

A gift our Enemy thought he was destroying. But the full unwrapping? That is a gift’s releasing!!

And even when they tried to wrap Him back up – surrounding Him once again with strips of cloth, placing His lifeless body within a borrowed burial tomb – our greatest Gift… He could not be held! He would not stay wrapped! No grave could hold the grace of God that had been poured out!

Jesus…

The One who showed up Immanuel, God with us.

The One who willingly gave His life, God torn for us.

The One who defeated sin and death, reigning now and forever victorious.

Oh, how I pray we let Jesus wrap our world-weary hearts in His peace this Christmas. I pray we let hope stir within us and joy flow back out of us. And I pray we remember these sweet and humbling truths as we unwrap each and every gift this year. We have a Savior who came down for us. A King willing to be wrapped in flesh for us. A Gift of love that didn’t stop short but was fully and completely unwrapped.

Oh, that we would praise Him.

And, oh, that He would help us live and love more like Him.

Praying so many hearts recognize and receive the glorious gift of Jesus this year. Merry Christmas, friends!

Kimberly

What if 2020 Has Good Things To Send With Us?

I know how very much we may want to be done with 2020. How tempting it might be to write it all off. Wipe the slate clean. Chalk this year up as a painful waste.

But if we do that, I’m afraid we’ll miss the heart of the Father. Our God who is a giver of good gifts.

I believe every single day holds gifts from Him. Even the hard ones. Those gifts may not come packaged like we want or expect. But God is good. He is with us. And that means each day holds something we can be thankful for.

Will some days (some entire years) take a bit more effort when it comes to seeing those gifts? Of course. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t there.

I can’t help but think about one of my dearest friends. She’s had different booths over the years at consignment shops and antique malls. And she fills those spaces with the most amazing treasures. I can glance up from where I’m sitting right now and immediately see three Cathy “finds” that grace my kitchen.

People often ask her how she stocks her booths so well. It’s because she looks. She purposefully, faithfully, continually goes out hunting for treasures. Both the already beautiful and the fully-discarded that needs a little love.

She’s a finder because she’s a seeker. And I want to be sure I end this year a lot more like her. Because I don’t want to leave 2020 empty-handed. I want to recognize and take with me all the gifts and treasures this year held. I hope you do, too.

So, where do we start looking? Here is a list of a few places we can begin:

*Prayer journals
*Personal journals
*Sermon or podcast notes
*Our own social media posts from this year
*Underlined quotes from books we’ve read this year
*Song lyrics that moved us
*Specific passages of Scripture that came alive to us like never before
*Photographs from this year
*Kind cards, notes, emails we may have received this year
*Milestone events
*Even those extra hard days He promises He can use for good

What are a few of the immediate gifts that would make your list? Write them down. Feel free to share them with me! But don’t stop there. Dig deeper. Search longer. Pray and ask the Lord for eyes to see.

Our God is not a waster of time or tears and especially not entire years. And no matter how dark this year may have felt, there are treasures to be found. It’s just the nature of our God. He is the giver of good things and the One who works all things together for good.

Let’s not run from this year too fast, sweet friends. Let’s linger a little longer, look a little closer, and take every treasure we find with us.

“I will give you the treasures of darkness
and the hoards in secret places,
that you may know that it is I, the Lord,
the God of Israel, who call you by your name.” Isaiah 45:3

“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” James 1:17

Love & Prayers,
Kimberly

Bigger on the Inside

If you know my family well, you know we skew a bit geeky. Star Trek, Star Wars, and, most recently, Doctor Who.

I realize I may have lost more than a few of you. I also realize none of these shows openly point to Jesus. I promise I’m not handing out TV recommendations. I’m just a crazy woman who loves to keep her eyes and ears forever open to the Lord over here hoping you’ll stick around. Because there’s something I’ve been praying that I would love to share with you, and you don’t have to be a sci-fi fan or watch any of these shows to get it.

I’ve been praying God will make me bigger on the inside – like the Tardis and King Solomon.

If you’ve ever watched Doctor Who, you know about the Tardis. It doesn’t look like much on the outside. Just an average, unimpressive, blue Police Box. But on the inside? This powerful time machine the Doctor travels in is massively bigger with room upon unexpected room.

And Solomon. He is a king who prayed for wisdom, and 1 Kings 4:29 says, “God gave wisdom to Solomon and very great discernment, as well as breadth of understanding, as the sand which is on the edge of the seashore.” (LEB)

That phrase “breadth of understanding” is literally “width of heart.”

Breadth of understanding. Width of heart. He was bigger on the inside!!

Solomon, with his finite mind and fragile human frame, held more wisdom, knowledge, and understanding of our infinite God than anyone else. Sadly, he didn’t always choose to live by that wisdom. But knowing what God granted him leads me to this … 

I want to be bigger on the inside. I want to retain the things God shows me. I want to use what He teaches me well so He can keep revealing more. I want to know Him and experience Him at an ever-deepening level. I want to remember Scripture and the connections He helps me make. I want entire LIBRARIES in my soul, all about Him.

Not so I can spout off facts. Not to be puffed up pridefully. I want to live for Him. I want to have access to the wisdom I need to live each day well. I want to have hope I can grab hold of for myself and others. I want weapons ready at hand for fighting my real Enemy. I want His Holy Spirit empowering me, convicting me, encouraging me, teaching me, and reminding me of Truth. I want to live like I have the infinite Spirit of God in this finite body … because I do.

Psalm 119:34 in the Amplified version reads, “Give me understanding [a teachable heart and the ability to learn], that I may keep Your law; And observe it with all my heart.”

Yes, Lord. This is what I want. Width of heart. Breadth of understanding. Bigger on the inside.  Every room filled with more and more of You.

“But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.” 2 Corinthians 4:7 (NIV)

“By wisdom a house is built, and by understanding it is established; by knowledge the rooms are filled with all precious and pleasant riches.” Proverbs 24:3-4 (ESV)

“The Lord God has given Me
The tongue of the learned,
That I should know how to speak
A word in season to him who is weary.
He awakens Me morning by morning,
He awakens My ear
To hear as the learned.
The Lord God has opened My ear;
And I was not rebellious,
Nor did I turn away.” Isaiah 50:4-5 (NKJV)

“For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom every family[a] in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.” Ephesians 3:14-19 (NIV)

If this is what you want, too, I’m praying for you today, friend. I’m praying God will make us all bigger on the inside.

Kimberly

Let There Be Light

How many rooms in our homes do we typically want lights in? All of them, right?

Kitchens, living rooms, and even our closets.
Bedrooms, bathrooms, and also our basements.

Even if we were building a brand-new home and wanted to save some money, I don’t think any of us would say, “You know what, let’s just not worry about having any lights in any of the rooms or even any electricity so we can plug in some lamps.” Not now. Not today. Not when we have access to power and light like we do.

Because we want to see. We need to see. Especially when things get dark.

And, oh my goodness, how this simple thought has spoken to my soul.

It has left me asking myself how many “rooms” in my heart and mind and life I want lights in. Just a few spaces and places? Or do I want every corner flooded with hope and Truth?

Psalm 119:130 says of Scripture, “The unfolding of your words gives light; it imparts understanding to the simple.”

God’s Word turns on the lights. Not only does it help us see Truth and hope where our minds have been darkened, there are those times when this passage connects to that passage, and we have “lightbulb” moments. He helps us make connections that bring light and clarity so we can see clearer. Our outlook becomes brighter.

This is part of why we need the whole counsel of God’s Word – so that He can help us make more and more connections that allow for more and more light. And the more light there is within us, the brighter we can shine in this world. So, the light of Christ within us coupled with the unfolding of His Word that keeps turning on more lights?

Brilliant. Beautiful. Needed in my own heart and needed in this world.

Here is my prayer today:

Yes, Lord. This is what I want. I want the Truth of Your Word to turn on the lights in me. Every corner of my soul flooded with wisdom and Truth. Darkness dispelled and hope shining bright. Holy Spirit connections changing the whole of me. No door closed to You. No space off-limits. In my soul, I declare it, Lord – let there be light. And let me be a light in a dark and hurting world. In Jesus’ name, amen.

“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” Psalm 119:105

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” John 1:1-5

“You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do people light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.” Matthew 5:14-16

Forever grateful for the light of His Word,
Kimberly