Praying for the terrorists

It is so awesome to see so many people on social media united in solidarity for Paris. It is even more awesome to see so many people PRAYING for Paris. But I can’t sleep because my heart is so heavy with this question, of all the people praying for France, how many are praying for the enemy?
I know, it sounds crazy right?
Pray for the terrorists who kill HUNDREDS of people?!
Didn’t Jesus come to seek and save those which were LOST? Can’t we stand united in prayer for a revolution in the hearts of those who are led astray with hatred and power? Isn’t God able?!
We are under the impression that through war or retaliation WE are able. But it is NOT by might, NOR by power, but by HIS Spirit. HE IS LOVE. The greatest war we could rage is through prayer, being of one mind, one accord.
God brought to remembrance Proverbs 21:1, “The king’s heart is in the hand of the Lord, like the rivers of water; He turns it wherever He wishes.”
That means that the God of love is able to turn and cleanse the hearts of the wicked. For it is God’s will that NONE should perish.
It is so easy for us to pray for the good guys, but it is the bad guys who need our prayers the most.
We pray for those who have been attacked, but what if we prayed for the attackers? Perhaps if we unite in prayer for the enemy we wouldn’t find ourselves mourning loss, but rejoicing for that which was once lost.

Behave Like a Christian
9 Let love be without hypocrisy. Abhor what is evil. Cling to what is good. 10 Be kindly affectionate to one another with brotherly love, in honor giving preference to one another; 11 not lagging in diligence, fervent in spirit, serving the Lord; 12 rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation, continuing steadfastly in prayer; 13 distributing to the needs of the saints, given to hospitality.
14 Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. 15 Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep. 16 Be of the same mind toward one another. Do not set your mind on high things, but associate with the humble. Do not be wise in your own opinion.
17 Repay no one evil for evil. Have regard for good things in the sight of all men. 18 If it is possible, as much as depends on you, live peaceably with all men. 19 Beloved, do not avenge yourselves, but rather give place to wrath; for it is written, “Vengeance is Mine, I will repay,” says the Lord. 20 Therefore
“If your enemy is hungry, feed him;
If he is thirsty, give him a drink;
For in so doing you will heap coals of fire on his head.”
21 Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.

I encourage you to pray for the enemy!
God bless ALL of His creation!


Nope, I’m not always right…

I love music. It would be very rare to enter my home and not be greeted with the sound of song. I love singing as well. It would be very rare to find me working and not hear my vocal chords dance. My boys recognize this and delight in turning the stereo on for me. My oldest son, Deegan, took delight in informing me that I don’t know the words to all the songs, and sometimes I “get them wrong.” I had to laugh at his bold insight. I also had to confess, indeed I do get them wrong sometimes, I am just “not perfect” I said.

Simultaneously my boys sang, “Yes you are!”

As my Spirit leapt inside me, I saw the love God loves me with. Just as my kids see me as perfect (for now), so my Maker does also (always).

Sure, I sometimes get the words wrong; I make mistakes. But the love that abounds for me exceeds all that, and they never meet. They are as far as the East is from the West. (Psalm 103:12)

I also saw forgiveness. I am forgiven for being imperfect. I don’t have to dwell on the mistakes I make along the way. I don’t have to live in condemnation or fear. (Romans 8:1) Because though I get it wrong sometimes, I am perfect in His sight. (Colossians 1:28)

His sight is all I want.

Be encouraged this day my friends, you too, though you get it wrong sometimes, are perfection.

“God doesn’t make junk.” Ethel Waters

He makes perfection.

PS. He made YOU!

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The safe road


I love country driving.

Tonight was the perfect night for some. The sky was sending small, gentle drops. The last light of day was loitering about. I was in unknown country. I wanted to explore.

The part of town I am familiar with, is the prison and its surrounding block. It is a marvelous sight, but the life behind the marvel is daunting. I wanted to discover the country outside of those walls. I began to drive, turning up one back road I once was acquainted with. (I had slept in its corners one night in my car.)

I turned up the music and opened the sunroof. The trees along this country were thick and green. Farm fields were freshly laid with manure, the rows of beauty overpowering the smell. The farmhouses were picturesque. I was lost in the awe of it all. Gorgeous.

Before I knew it, I was deeper and deeper in the country. I loved it, but I wanted to be able to make it back. Cell service was sketchy. I began to fear, but for a moment. I was calmed with these words, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you where you need to go.” I said, “AMEN!”

I kept driving, relaxing in the beauty. My soul resting. Before I knew it, I was where I needed to be.

That drive, with all the favor of beauty, was a blessed reminder…I can be in foreign country and not fear. I can rest, trusting in Him to get me where I need to be. I am on the safe road. I don’t have to know where I’m going. I might have a dirt road or two. But, I don’t have to worry…I’m going where I need to be.

My hope is in…

Bible Reading: Isaiah 55:8-13 hope
I am known for being swept away in hope. Hope is exceptionally beautiful. Hope swoops in on a day of weakness and lifts you up in the strength of it’s arms. Hope floods the dreary darkness with untold wattages of light. Hope is a blessed friend.
As such a lover of hope, I’ve learned an invaluable lesson- be mindful of what you put your hope in. I, more often than not, was putting my hope in MY thoughts and in MY ways. This would carry me only so long until I was once again dropped in the gloomy darkness, sobbing, and wondering how I’d made it back to this place of despair.
That is until I found a far more brilliant hope, evermore beautiful than I’d known. It goes a little something like this, “O Israel, hope in the LORD; for with the LORD there is mercy, and with Him is abundant redemption.” (NKJV) I like how the NLV says it, “O Israel, hope in the LORD; for with the LORD there is unfailing love. His redemption overflows.”
I remember hoping for the great love of my life to swoop in and carry me away forever. I even put my hope in a specific person to fulfill that love. My hope was in MY thoughts, and so I made my own ways. My ways were not always pure, and sometimes my ways compromised my own deep, internal desires. My hope betrayed me. My hope was false.
It wasn’t until I recognized this, and I repented and surrendered, that my hope was redeemed. The unfailing love of my merciful Father swept down and delivered me to the arms of the great love of my life. NEVER did I think I would fall in love the way I did, but, His thoughts are not my thoughts, nor are His ways my ways. How I praise Him for that! Today, I am loved so greatly, and without compromise or impurity. I am loved with the love only God bestows.
My encouragement is this, you WILL face heartache, trial, and tribulation, BUT when your HOPE is IN THE LORD, it won’t, it can’t, betray you! “So shall My Word be that goes forth from MY mouth; it shall not return to Me void.” Relinquish your own ways, renew your thoughts, and hope in the Lord. “For you shall go out with joy, and be led out with peace..” This is where I want my hope. Amen.

“I can’t breathe”

“I can’t breathe,” the police are on my back
won’t leave me alone, it’s cause I’m black.
I didn’t do nothing, yet they’re out here again,
claiming I’m criminal, wanna take me in.
“I can’t breathe,” they’re holding me down,
head smashed to the pavement, in my own town.
Family is watching, my neighbors too,
helpless we are, there’s nothing to do.
“I can’t breathe,” I cry out, with barely a voice
It’s cause I’m black, and not by choice.
Too many brothers been locked away,
The new Jim Crow, taking it’s place each day.
“I can’t breathe,” locked up in my cell,
A cage ain’t no place for a man to dwell.
Protect and serve they claimed as their oath,
But not street people and the brotherhood both.
They’ll lie, cheat, and steal to protect their name.
Yes, some police kill without any shame.
“I can’t breathe,” in a system holding me down,
It’s unjust how they watch the black people drown.
Filling those high walls with the poor minorities,
“I can’t breathe,” won’t someone listen, please!!

I encourage you, “Let your gentleness be known to ALL men…” Philippians 4:5

In memory of Eric Garner and his beloved family.

I Can’t Breathe

Father Time, Time is the Fathers

My heart is filled with thanksgiving as I stand in my warm kitchen, making my youngest son his favorite egg dish. I take a moment to look out the window over the wintry landscape. The brown deer running up the hill, along the deep tree line, stands out against the white fallen snow. I am so thankful to live where I do.
My mouth opens in praise as I thank God for providing our home, the land it sits on, the wildlife that shares it with us, as well as the family who owns it and that have adopted us as their own. I praise God for having not only heard my prayers, but for being so attentive to my heart to also provide the things of His creation that I most adore. I began to speak of His overwhelming grace, and give thanks that my name, Samantha Grace, is a constant reminder of how abundant grace is in my life. I open my heart to receive this great gift He bestows to me.
But as I stood in praise, thanks, and grace, I also confessed how I want to live more for Him. I began praying, “God, please forgive me, and help me to redeem the time. Help me to manage my time better.” My lips were silenced as I softly and gently heard, “It’s not YOUR time.” My prayers and confession immediately changed.
I know this to be truth. Many times I have surrendered all to Him, and many times, one by one, He unveils areas in my life that I falsely believe to be surrendered. Time, is His. HE called me here for good works and purpose. (Ephesians 2:10) I don’t desire to walk around in my own will, wasting precious time. I want to be completely consumed in His will, redeeming HIS time.
I encourage you to step back a moment and ask God to reveal if you are redeeming His time, or taking it all for self.

Gods time

Always in love and encouragement,

Trust and Believe

Trapped in a den of lions? Are your Lions roaring, growling, ready to pounce, with mouth wide open? Perhaps you feel as though you’re about to be devoured. Maybe, the face of the lion, while distorted with blood thirsty anger, looks familiar. Maybe it’s the face of a friend, a spouse, or a co-worker.

Daniel found himself in a den of lions, for worshipping his God. A law had been signed and sealed that no one should worship anyone other than King Darius. Daniel, as he was accustomed, dropped to his knees three times daily to praise the Living God. When the Kings men found him on bent knees, they couldn’t wait to deliver him to the King, and ultimately to the lions.

Those happy and proud men who found Daniel breaking their law were sure his life sentence was signed and sealed.

But God!

There would be a delivering, but it wouldn’t be to death. You see, Daniel believed his God, (Daniel 6:23) and his God believed in him. “My God sent His angel and shut the lions’ mouths, so that they have not hurt me, because I was found innocent before Him…” (6:22) He, the Almighty, faithful, loving God shut the mouths of the lions, delivering Daniel.

He’ll deliver you too. Just belive. Trust and believe.

Peace be multiplied to you.

…For He is the living God,

And steadfast forever,

His kingdom is the one which shall not

be destroyed,

And His dominion shall endure to the end.

He delivers and rescues,

And He works signs and wonders

In heaven and on earth…


Don’t forget to fall to those beautiful knees and give, joyfully, praise to He who is worthy.