My Daily Med

Sunday, December 20, 2020. Have you ever praised God–singing and rejoicing–as you drive your car when suddenly, you feel you’re not alone? The fact is, you aren’t. God’s angels are there; right by your side. You may not see them, but they are there!

Your praise isn’t just an expression of your joy. You actually are doing battle in the spirit realm. While you are praising God–swoop!–the angels of God are stopping your enemy in His tracks. Swoop!–the angels of God are scattering your enemy!

From UrHere to the Father of My Children

For the health of my family tree, I write to say I forgive you and ask that you forgive me. We were two broken teens from broken homes and we had a broken marriage. You reached across decades and miles the night of July 7, 2018. I heard your voice for the first time since you told me, “I’ll take those boys from you because it’s the last thing I can do to hurt you.” Then I find you with your enabler brother doing a series on how to have a successful divorce. Both of you former preachers and I listened to the hypocrisy and dishonesty. I fought my way up out of that dark and dreadful night of doubting and praying. Two preachers and me. How could we be serving the same God??? So God says in my spirit, “You take care of your relationship with me. Let them take care of theirs. It is not your business.” I wrote this poem about our marriage. Please forgive me. I forgive you.

Ashes of Roses

I hold the

Heart-shaped box

Filled with

Dried rose petals

Whispering a prayer

I strike a match

To incinerate memories

Love killed

By words and blows

I walk

Out of the



Ashes of roses