5 THINGS TO REMEMBER TODAY:
1. The Lord is my shepherd. (Ps. 23:1)
2. I can do all things. (Phil. 4:13)
3. Be still and know God. (Ps. 46:10)
4. Walk by faith, not sight. (2 Cor. 5:7)
5. God is love and light. (1 John 4:8)
Team Canada GM Doug Armstrong on decision by Sidney Crosby to sit out:
“At the end of the day he felt it was best for the team that he should give that opportunity to someone else.”
“A very gut wrenching decision for him. It shows the character he has of stepping aside because he didn't think he could be at his best.”
Sid is the least selfish athlete in sports history.
This woman woke up at 4 AM in 20° cold, worked out for two hours, faced a packed college Monday… and her first thought?
“I woke up this morning. I’m healthy. I get to move my body. I get to learn. And above all—Jesus loves me. Not because of anything I’ve done. Just because I’m His.”
No complaints. Just tears of gratitude.
A beautiful reminder: The greatest privilege isn’t the workout, the degree, or the sunrise—it’s waking up known and loved by our Creator.
If you’re breathing today, you’re already blessed beyond measure.
Don’t let the noise steal your thankfulness.
He loves you more than you’ll ever grasp.
Quando Moisés estava exausto disse:
"Eu imploro-te que me tires a vida"
(Números 11:15)
Jeremias com profundo cansaço
emocional exclamou:
"Maldito o dia em que nasci! "
(Jeremias 20:14)
Elias com medo expressou:
"Basta, Senhor, tira a minha vida
(1 Reis 19:4)
Jó com dor insuportável proclamou:
"Por que eu não morri no ventre da minha mãe? "
(Jó 3:11)
A Bíblia não é um livro de heróis fortes.
É um livro de pessoas quebradas... que
Deus não abandonou.
Se hoje você também está cansado, confuso ou sem forças... lembre-se que eles também foram assim. Mas Deus levantou-os.
Sua vida não está pausada.
Ela não está perdida.
Ainda não está acabado.
Deus ainda pode escrever um capítulo que você não imagina. ❤️ 🩹🔥
I have never seen a contested catch like this ever be called anything but a catch. Even as a DB you know that if it’s even a Tie it will go to the WR. Can’t believe this decided the game.
I delivered pizza for 5 years. You learn a lot about people by how they open their front door. It was Christmas Eve. I was bitter. I wanted to be with my friends, but I needed the tips. My last run was to a motel on the edge of town. Not a nice place. I knocked on Room 104. The door opened, and a little girl, maybe 6, stood there in pajamas. Behind her, her dad was sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. The room was empty except for a few bags. “Pizza!” the girl squealed. The dad looked up. He forced a smile. He came to the door and counted out exact change. crumpled ones and quarters. “Keep the change,” he said. It was 50 cents. I handed over the box. It was just a small cheese pizza. “Merry Christmas,” he said quietly. I walked back to my car. I sat there for a minute. I looked at the $80 in tips I’d made that night. I thought about that little girl. I drove to the 24-hour grocery store. I bought a precooked ham, a pie, a gallon of milk, and a cheap stuffed bear. I went back to Room 104. I knocked. The dad opened it, looking confused. “delivery mistake,” I said. “Manager said this goes with the order. Bonus for the holiday.” He looked at the bags. He looked at me. He knew it wasn’t a mistake. His chin started to quiver. He didn’t say a word. He just reached out and shook my hand, gripping it hard. I drove home with $0 in my pocket. Best Christmas I ever had. The world is hard. Be soft.
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Joseph had some of the worst trauma in the Bible.
His brothers tried to kill him, and ultimately sold him into slavery. Betrayal by family. The people who were supposed to love you the most.
I can’t find anywhere in his story where he ruminated over his trauma, brought it up, used it as an excuse, sat in bitterness.
Yet today this is what we prescribe to people with trauma. We call them victims. Tell them to talk about it over and over. Etc.
And then they become bitter and self obsessed.
Joseph named his sons Ephraim and Manasseh.
Their names meant “Forget”and “move forward.”
It’s good advice
Why does God even want worship? Isn’t that… needy? I was rewatching The Chosen weeks ago, the scene with the Samaritan woman and that question wouldn’t leave me alone. Jesus says, “The Father is seeking those who will worship Him in spirit and in truth.” It hit me harder than usual. Almost made me teary.
And then an intrusive thought slid in: Why does He care so much about worship?
So I sat with it. And slowly, something started to untangle.
We live in a world obsessed with creators and ownership. Artists sign their paintings. Musicians copyright their songs. Companies defend their patents. Architects protect their signature designs. Not because they’re insecure. Because authorship matters.
We instinctively know that to erase an author’s name from their work is wrong, and to twist their creation beyond recognition is violation.
That clicked for me.
If flawed humans protect the integrity of what they make… how much more would the God who authored galaxies guard His?
Reality itself is His masterpiece. Every law of physics, every spark of beauty, every heartbeat, signed, authored, claimed.
So when Scripture calls God jealous, it’s not describing a fragile deity craving applause. It’s describing a Creator who refuses to let His signature be erased from what He made.
Not insecurity, integrity. Not ego, essence.
He is jealous for us, not of us. Because when creation forgets its Creator, everything breaks. Meaning unravels. Purpose distorts. Worship misfires.
God’s “jealousy” isn’t about Him needing attention. It’s about Him refusing to let us live on lies. He knows that life only works when it aligns with Truth. And He is that Truth.
So when Jesus says the Father is seeking worshipers, it’s not desperation. It’s love. It’s rescue. It’s the God who authored reality inviting us back into alignment with it.
Divine jealousy isn’t proof of God’s weakness. It’s proof of His love. A love that protects. A love that refuses to hand us over to counterfeits. A love that will not let His creation forget who made it.
The universe is a signed masterpiece. Erase the signature, and you erase meaning itself. God refuses to let that happen. That’s where I landed. And honestly? It made me worship more, not less.