A Mother’s Faith

She didn’t have much to give to me growing up

It was her love for her Savior

I inherited from her

No one I know love’s Papa more than she does

I remember her smiling through tears many times

As she would became one, with the bible stories she would share with me

Her face would light up, 

explaining to me a scripture, a teaching, a word from her King

Her God became real to me and my family

As we got a glimpse of what He meant to her

One by one

We came to know this King she adored

Early in the morning she would intercede for us

Prayer was her safe place, next to her King

Together they would fight many enemies unseen

Generational curses were cut off

While favour replaced it

We would get the prize 

While she wore the scars

Of laying it all down and paying the price

Her love for His word took me places, 

that I have never been

Seen through her teary eyes 

I had to believe

In a God that I could not see

but only felt through her deep love for Him

She gave me the greatest gift 

A mom can give her children

To love God with all her strength and to cling to His Word

She transfered His love onto all that she come into contact with

Religion was out by the door

She embraced intimacy with her King

She was enslaved by His passionate love for her

She could not let go

Through her prayers we were brought to our knees

To make the King of her heart

Part of our every move

My fondest memories were watching her worship

She would became one with her King

Oblivious of those around

She would go places I have never discovered

Today my favorite position is to worship and to wait on my King

It will be my greatest reward

If one day my children would look back smiling

Remembering a mom who mirrored God’s grace and heart to them

~ Ebigale Wilson 

Thank you to all the moms, mentors, guardians, aunt’s, friends, who still believe that the greatest gift we can give the next generation is a relationship with their Heavenly Father. 

Thank you for passing the baton of faith, to your own children and the next generation.

Deuteronomy 11:18-19

Fix these words of mine in your hearts and minds, tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your forehead.

Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.

How Do You Define A Mom 

Not all who have given birth are mothers, and not all who don’t give birth are childless.  

Today let us celebrate not just moms but also celebrate the foster moms, step moms, mentor moms, dad’s that stepped in as moms, single moms and spiritual moms. 

 May we also not alienate or forget those women hoping for a child, mourning for a child, chose to give up a child, regretfully aborted a child, or never ever wanted a child.

 Just because you may not be a “Mom” as the world defines a Mom, you are no less celebrated or loved today.   
                   ~ XXOO Michelle Bollom 





Train can mean to teach a particular skill or type of behavior through practice and instruction over a period of time.



Proverbs 22: 6 “Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.”



When I became a parent, I began to appreciate all parents more. Parenthood, although one of life’s greatest blessings- can also be one of life’s greatest challenges. When you become a parent, you aren’t given a manual that gives you step by step instructions on how to parent a child. In fact, every day you are learning as your child is growing.    


Because, I wanted to be the best parent I could be, I began to reflect on things that contributed to my foundation. I thought about the many things that were instilled in me that molded my values, developed my character, and shaped the person I am today.


My assessment was narrowed down to the 4 P’s below. We should teach our children to: 

1. Pray– When we teach our children to pray, we are teaching them how to develop a personal relationship with GOD. We are also teaching them about the importance of casting all cares, fears, obstacles, and situations to him. Additionally children learn that they can unlock GOD’s power through prayer and conversation with him.  


2. Praise– We should teach our children to praise god and to also give others praise. When we teach children the power of praise and worship, we teach them how to love and express gratitude to GOD. We teach them how to open their hearts to letting the spirit fill them. When children praise GOD that are adding covering over all aspects of their lives. When children learn how to praise others, you plant the seed of servant leadership. You nurture the idea of honoring, appreciating, and motivating other people.


3. Promote– We should teach our children to promote the well-being of others. Biblical we are called to serve and help others. Fostering a Christ-like behavior is necessary for a fulfilled life. When children learn to serve and promote others at an early age, they learn the importance of aligning with something that is greater than them.


4. Pamper– We should teach our children to pamper themselves. In life, so many of us help others but often neglect pampering ourselves. To pamper yourself, helps you to learn about the importance of self-care. When we teach our children how to pamper themselves, we teach them the importance of the relaxing of one’s body, the renewing of one’s mind, and the rejuvenations of one’s spirit.


There is so much negatively going on in today society. Children need our support, they need our guidance, and they need our training. You don’t have to be a parent to influence a child. I was told it takes a village to raise a child. Yes, but it takes the power of GOD to offer sound instruction to our children to keep them protected and covered. When we teach children the 4 P’s we equip them to be powerful. When you are in a position to teach a child, I challenge you to show them how to embrace one of the 4 P’s- your life will never be the same and neither will theirs. When we train our children right, when they are older, they will not turn from it. I know- I am a product of it!  


Today, we need you to take a stand to train a child right. I DARE you.



Dear God,

Thank you so much for showing me how to be an example for children. Thank you for helping me to connect deeply with you so that I can portray your love and instruction for all children. Moments when I fall short- please ignite your power to keep me properly aligned.  


Commit to the challenge. I DARE you.

           ~ Lereca Monik 

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Get All Excited 


Have you ever noticed that christians seem to go through cycles or periods of excitement? Recently during a time of open worship I was thinking about how I seemed to have let my level of excitement slip. I wondered, “Why does that happen? Is it possible to maintain that zeal for God? I am pouring my heart out, why do I not feel as excited as I was a few months ago?”

Then God spoke to me and said “Because it’s not about you and how you feel. Simply being able to know me should be enough for you. It is all about Me. You need to feel excitement? Remember who it is that you are worshiping.”

That was such a wake-up call for me that even if I don’t “feel” like it, He is always worthy of my praise. It’s not about how I feel when I am with Him. It is a privilege for me to be able to even know Him. I can’t allow myself to become accustomed to His presence. That doesn’t mean limiting the amount of time I spend with Him in order to make it “more special.” It means I need to pursue Him even harder, spend as much time with Him as I can, but have the discipline to never lose sight of the fact that He is God. He is good and perfect. Being able to even speak His name is an honor and privilege. 

 I am not worthy of His presence. He is more than worthy of mine.

                              ~ Dana Smith 


Conceiving Conception

Never to hear those words addressed

To me a million times

Never to see their smiles

Beaming up at me

Lovingly wonderfully made in my own image

Never to speak their names

Hear their voice

Soothe their cries

Tell them stories

Answer why

Never to hold them close

Tuck them in

Scold when wrong

Praise encourage and applaud

Never to clutch them to my breast

Nourish them 


Then relinquish

Never to sing lullabies

Kiss goodbye

To see my child in my husband’s arms

Rocking him or her

Holding with such care and love

Adoring this miracle that we have created

I weep inside at this mere thought

Deciding that my minds made up

Never say never

I hear a whisper at night

Mama and daddy

Spoken with delight

As I close my eyes and imagine

Conceiving their conception
❤️ Krystal Lynne 


My Saving Grace 


For as long as I can remember, I’ve had faith. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had trust. If one knew the history of my life, they would wonder how this little girl escaped the clutches of the enemy and rose above the curse that was surely attached to my childhood. My self-diagnosis ……. God.

One of the earliest memories I have, which happens to be one of the last childhood memories of my mother, is well before kindergarten, which at that time started when you were about six years old. I remember my mother, coming to the back yard as I was standing on the highest place I could find. I strove to find the closest place to God I could ……… a 4×4 piece of scrap wood I had put on an overturned 2 quart pot my mother had given me to “mix” ingredients for mud pies. 

Out of the blue, she appeared. She stood at the back door with this weird look on her face, a puzzlement to me that looked like a swirl of love and question. I wondered if I was in trouble. She raced to me and gave me the biggest hug and the best kisses a kid could ask for.  She said, “Mrs. Cratz from across the street just called and said you were singing at the top of your lungs!” I thought for sure I was in trouble, despite the hugs and kisses. If I had disturbed the neighbors, it was surely a serious offense. My mother said, “Mrs. Cratz said you were so beautifully singing, “At the Cross,” that she was moved to tears.” I would imagine there was no beauty in the notes at the belting of my song, perhaps it was simply the words. 

I later learned, I was four years old.

Directly across the street from our little house, was a small Baptist church. When I say “across the street,” I mean about 8-10 adult paces. We lived in a very tiny town. This was my place of refuge. I loved God. I loved the people who loved God, and apparently, by the time I was four, I was dressing myself in my finest and attending church by myself. I remember one time I couldn’t find any clean underwear, so I wore my brothers, haha. I was scolded for this when I got home, but it was worth not missing Sunday morning church! Oh, how I loved those songs! They spoke to me, ministered to me. At the time, I didn’t know why. I didn’t realize the circumstances I was in were abnormal and potentially life altering. I just knew, I loved God!

This was my saving grace.

Life happened, as it unrealistically does. I went through some hard, horrible, and terrible things. They were not exclusive, my siblings experienced them as well and in no way have I ever felt singled out, like I was the only one, or had feelings of “poor pitiful me.” 

Save your pity for someone who needs it, I’m an overcomer!

Then I was married. Then I had kids. Still, my burdens were light. As I worked my way through my horrors as a child, I sought God, my heart needed Him. Before I ever knew salvation, He was all I had ever known. Marriage brought new challenges, but my children brought new opportunities. A gift, a second chance to change that curse of childhood, to do better. I was committed. I was determined.

As a young adult and mother in the Christian community, I would often hear older folks say, “I wish Jesus would just come back now.” I admired and looked up to these people, but in my heart, I didn’t feel the same. That made me feel guilty, lacking spiritually somehow. In truth, I wanted to see my three handsome boys become men. As a homeschooling, dedicated mom, I wanted to see the fruits of my labor come to pass. I wanted to see marriages, grandchildren ……. I wanted to see my babies flourish. I knew this was a selfish thing, somehow, somewhere. But I couldn’t deny, it was how I truly felt.

Today, almost twenty years later, so much has been experienced since the days of naivety and innocence. My view has changed drastically. 

My son, nine tender years of age, asks me, “Isn’t Jesus coming back soon, Mama?” 

The days of levity and carefree illusions are past. Sam sees what I see. We both see what the elders of my day must have seen. Devastation on a personal level, of drugs and sin in those we love. I see siblings struggle with past issues that has led them down a different path. They have often asked me how I turned out so normal when everyone else seems to be such a mess. I used to feel guilty about that, honestly. And hey, I’m not really that normal. I’ve strayed, made mistakes, done some really stupid things, but I’ve always had God. And that’s what I tell them.

On the news Sam sees innocence lost in that beautiful twelve year old girl forced to execute a Christian at the hands of masked, horrid men, proclaiming god’s will. He sees a Godless people, forcing the Godly to prove their right, prove their faith, and fight for their freedom. It disturbs his spirit and makes him angry.

My son, is truly the son of his mother.

In my youth, when I could not justify for my personal, selfish reasons, the feelings of my elders ….. Now I pray ….. NOW, as they did. “Jesus, come quickly!” I beg forgiveness for my selfish and worldly desires to see my children reach maturity. To not have one more day I worry about my heartsick loved ones, to not have one more feeling of insufficiency, to know that not one more Christian, one more person, is taken, or sacrificed for their belief in MY JESUS ……. To BE with God, converse with Noah, and walk with Jesus …… Now THAT my friends, is living!

And so, many years later, I realize ….. at four years old, Jesus held me close to his breast, cared for me, protected me. For that was when, “I first saw the light. And the BURDENS of my heart rolled away.” Burdens I didn’t even know I carried.

I thank you Father, that You took my burdens ever so young. You showed me grace. The plan of the enemy was thwarted and I have been repaid 100 times over. Thank you Father, for your saving grace. 

It was there by faith, I received my sight.

~ Sandra K. Yates 

Strong Girl

Once upon a troubled time, along life’s bumpy road,

A woman found herself alone, beside a heavy load.

Burdens tossed, abandoned; she stood in disbelief 

And for a moment, dropped her head and sobbed amid her grief.

But tears, she learned, did nothing to make the burden light

And so she reached, and grabbed the burden – tugged with all her might.

It barely moved, she didn’t have the strength that it would take

To carry such a burden; there was so much at stake.

“What do I do?” she whispered, peering through the mist

But alas, no one appeared.  She was alone in this.

“Chin up, jaw firm, eyes ahead!” This chant became her theme,

And suddenly the load was not as heavy, so it seemed.

She put her back beneath the weight, and slowly then, it moved

And she began to walk along.  Her own strength she proved.

With every step, her strength improved, and she began to smile

Her confidence began to grow with every passing mile.

The brilliant sunshine warmed her face, then faded into night

But she kept walking, knowing with the dawn, there’d be more light.

The night was long and very dark, and danger lurked nearby

The woman kept on walking, scared to death but head held high.

The storm would come, the wind would blow, and whip the load around

Sometimes she cried and yelled aloud; sometimes she made no sound.

And all the while the strength that once was too hard to obtain

Grew and grew and she stood taller, strong beneath the strain.

The road could be so merciless, sometimes a storm’s attack

Added to the burden that she carried on her back.

Another weight, another task, a trial to be borne

She cried and staggered, almost falling, discouraged and forlorn.

“But wait,” she said, remembering, “I’ve walked this road a while,

And I have gained a lot of muscle, along each grueling mile.”

And so she put her back again, against the load she bore,

And much to her surprise, it lifted, easier than before.

The days wore into weeks and months and soon, when troubles came

She would eye the trouble, smiling, “Are we doing this again?”

Travelers who met her, as they journeyed on her path,

Would say, “How do you do that?” and she would simply laugh.

“I want to say I do not know but that would not be true.

I simply keep on walking, just the way you do.”

You might know a woman who seems to be so strong

She didn’t plan to be that way, but then, walking along

She very simply chose to live in joy instead of pain

She may not even think of it too much, unless there’s rain

Or storms, or falls, or bruises, but just as she’s done before

She’ll stagger, gain her balance, and carry on once more.

In her heart, although she’s strong, she’s still so much a girl

Strong girls bring the best of strength and sweetness to the world.

So if you are a strong girl friend, I know you understand.

If you know one, you don’t have to ask to lend a hand.

Just pray for happy traveling, and a mostly sunny sky.

And if you like, snap a salute when she goes marching by. 

~ Alane Roberts 

There Are Angels Among Us 

Angels can be defined as a spiritual being superior to humans in power and intelligence, an attendant spirit or guardian, a messenger or a harbinger. 
“Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.” Hebrews 13:2
This week, I felt burdened by the growth that is taking place in my life.   Growth is uncomfortable because you are often required to move into a place you have never been.   I really needed God to send me a comforting word and he did.  This week God sent me two angels with two profound messages.  
If I asked you to describe an angel, most of you would describe the angel as having these attributes: peaceful voice, wings, white robe, and beautiful.
Well the angels I met were old, dirty, and smelled like alcohol.   Quite frankly they were both homeless men and I would consider them strangers; not friends. Needless to say they both had a powerful message for me.
I pulled up to the corner store after work to get something sweet to snack on and he asked about Lereine (my daughter).  I shared with him that she was at school.  He then began saying to me.  Your only worry in life is her! Your only worry in life is her! Your only worry in life is her!  This got my attention considering my petition to God revolves around being in bondage with things that are not relevant to growth in my life.   I have been working on breaking free from generational chains that have cursed my family and I want the cycle to end with me.   
His next statement was profound- You are my today, She’s my tomorrow, and yesterday is gone!   
At that moment, I knew that God was telling me to put the past behind me and to move into the future with boldness.  He basically confirmed that I no longer need to feel confined by the chains of the past. 
Angel #2
I pulled up to another corner store the next day to pump gas.  Of course, my guard was up because this time my daughter was in my car and it was dark outside.  The angel slowly approached my car and yes I thought (without saying it). I don’t have anything for you.  Well God had a different plan.  He said let me share something with you, God wants me to give you this message. Of course, initially I was thinking yeah right and I instantly began judging this man based on his outside appearance, until he opened his mouth!  
This is what he said….
Life and death could never coexist?
Life is eternal and death is the final destination?
If life were to make love to death would death feel love?
Would love for death cause life to die?
Would life impregnate death with the will to live?
What a message.  God is again telling me to choose life!  Okay God I hear you!  I am choosing life, and I am walking into a life free from chains and the bondage of my past.  
God sent a stranger in the form of a homeless person to get my attention.  I entertained a homeless person to only learn that he was my angel.  I am so thankful that my heart was willing!  I am so thankful for my angels.
Just a thought!  Has God been trying to give you a message?  Have you been unkind to those that are not within your pedigree?  Are you judging someone because they appear to be ungodly?  If you have been, I challenge you to reconsider how you view strangers.  That stranger might be your angel and he or she might have a message that will change your life!
Dear GOD,
Thank your willingness to always surround me with you love. Thank you for encouraging me to entertain those that do not fit my criteria.  Thank you for helping me see that all people can be used as a vessel to show your mercy on us all.   Thank you for putting angels in my life to be your messengers, when I subtly need to hear from you.  
Commit to the challenge.
  I DARE you. ~Lereca Monik 

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Great Are You


You give life, You are love
You give life, You are love
You bring light to the darkness
You give hope, You restore
Every heart that is broken
Great are You, Lord
It’s Your breath in our lungs
So we pour out our praise
We pour out our praise
It’s Your breath in our lungs
So we pour out our praise
To You only
Great are You, Lord
All the earth will shout
Your praise
Our hearts will cry
These bones will sing
Great are You, Lord

I played this song for myself early one morning before getting my home prepared for prayer time that I’d be having with friends later. That morning I felt convicted of treating my husband lovingly only when he does what I want him to do. I felt the words conditional love rise up in me. Greet me happily in the morning, take out the trash, put your stuff away before my friends come over, help me with the kids; all these requests before he can even brush his teeth in the morning because I’ve already been up for two hours.

Well, God reminded me of a few powerful words from this song a couple of hours later as I was praying for one of my sweet friends. “Great are you Lord.” Really, You are great. We can ask You for what we need. You will supply…in abundance. I want to pour out praise to You because You’ve already given and done so much for me. I also thought of ‘great is thy faithfulness,’ as I felt prompted to tell my friend to remember God’s faithfulness as she struggles to let her daughter make her own choices. Remembering His faithfulness helps us relinquish control. We can trust Him.

My friends and I spent a couple of hours sharing and praying that day in a new family room in my home that my husband spent quite some time pondering the design, the style, paint and furniture. All of those things that I don’t have too much interest in. He made it all happen. I was very thankful for that space to have friends over and pray.
Later that night, I played the song again. Whoa. For real. Great are You Lord. Great are You, that You showed up in that room my husband pretty much designed just for our enjoyment and comfort that day. Great are You that You met some major needs that day just during our prayer time. Great are You Lord, that You granted my friend even more boldness that very day and she led a friend to Christ! We will pour out our praise, our hearts will cry and our bones will sing, Great are You Lord.

Great are You Lord that You show up in big ways amongst a handful of housewives seeking a touch from You, desiring to be filled up with Your greatness, Your breath in our lungs.
~Stephanie Wanic

On your feet now—applaud GOD! Bring a gift of laughter, sing yourselves into His presence.
Know this: GOD is God, and God, GOD. He made us; we didn’t make Him. We’re His people, His well-tended sheep. Enter with the password: “Thank you!” Make yourselves at home, talking praise. Thank Him. Worship Him. For GOD is sheer beauty, all-generous in love, loyal always and ever. – Psalm‬ ‭100‬:‭1-5‬ MSG

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