Day trip to hell.


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I entered the dark cavern without hesitation. Shadows abounded, giving little reprieve for my weary eyes. The grey attendant, 9 feet tall, accepted my presence as routine and guided us to our destination, the open cell.

I stumbled backward as my eyes surveyed the horrifying and ritualistic behavior in front of me. Her bleeding hand raised a massive hammer. Again and again, she painstakingly pounded potato after potato into sheets. These bloodied sheets were stacked endlessly in room after room of the maze-like dungeon, floor to ceiling. Not a space remained between her creations. Her face bore maniacal glee, frozen in this state she continued her beloved work never once glancing up to acknowledge our presence.


Horrified I cried out to the Lord, “What is this madness, what is she doing?”

“On the earth, she is committing the atrocity of slander and gossip. She pounds out every last drop of pleasure that she receives in another’s pain and misfortune. Judge and executioner of her fellow travelers, she tears down the Kingdom of God and is actively engaged in the kingdom of darkness. Unaware, she is the enemy’s diligent worker.

She is a day visitor to hell. Her time on earth is not yet done; she is not yet condemned to this for eternity. She can turn from her ways, confess her sin, and enter into an agreement with the Kingdom of God and all that I have for her.”

Desperately I fell at His feet. I could not understand this horror, wanting it to stop but helpless to do so. “What do I do Lord? Is there anything I can do?”

“Stand in the gap for her. Confess her sin and ask that I bring her to a place of repentance. I can move her heart, I know her and love her more than you do. Release her to Me, I know just what to do.”


I am not naïve enough to believe I am innocent. I too have built up Satan’s kingdom with my sin. I have participated with the enemy and his agenda for tearing down the redeemed people of God. I have unknowingly gone on day trips to hell.


Prayer: I confess my sins. I engage in actions and words that tear down the Kingdom of heaven and promote the work of the enemy. Please forgive me. Search my heart and know my ways so that you might cleanse me. Reveal to me the places I have agreed with the enemy and neglected the Truth, the Word— Jesus Christ. Each person I encounter or speak of, I will call forth their God-given destiny and giftings and refuse to agree with the enemy’s plans for their life. God is greater than all sin and has conquered the enemy at the cross. All of Your Word is true I surrender to Your Word and will. Have Your way within me. I Love You, Lord, Amen.


1 John 1:8-9 New International Version (NIV)

Do not claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.

What does chicken have to do with it?

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“Ugh” I lay my head down on the steering wheel. The cold rain spits on my windshield blurring the view of the over-crowded Walmart parking lot. I want to cry.

My four-year-old from the backseat blurts, “What’s wrong?”

“We forgot to pay for the chicken.”

“Okay.” she gleefully announces as she throws off her shoes and demands a drink of water.

“Honey we have to go back into the store.”

“Why mama?”

“We can’t take the chicken without paying for it that’s called stealing.”

The thought of wrestling her back into her shoes and coat before braving the cold spitting rain seemed so horrible. I stopped and thought Why do I need to go back in?  Why is it so important not to steal even if you got away with it? It’s just a chicken. No one knows? Certainly not my oblivious daughter.

So I asked the Lord to help me to understand why sin even little ones are so horrible.

“Because when you choose to sin you choose to spit in the face of Jesus who paid a horrible price for your sin. Do not belittle the great work of the Cross.”

Somehow the misting rain didn’t seem so bad anymore.

Prayer: Thank You, Jesus, for teaching us so much in the little things. Continue to teach us and bless us with Your wisdom.  You give us real-life object lessons to teach our children. Help us to take full advantage of these moments. We repent of the times we have not. Thank You for Your mighty work on the cross. Continue to teach us the full knowledge and power of the cross and Your wonderful blood. I praise You with all my being.  Thank You, for the cross.  Amen.


My cup overflows!


Psalm 23:5-6

You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord


Prayer: Lord Jesus, thank You for the overabundance that you have freely given me. I praise You for inviting us to live our lives in relationship with You.  Thank You, for never leaving me or forsaking me. Amen