Just Breathe

 

You don’t have to strain to sense My Presence. You don’t have to manufacture emotion or try to “feel” something spiritual. I’m not asking you to perform in your quiet time. 

I’m simply asking you to trust that I am here with you. There once was a chasm between us but I have crossed it and am now here with you, heart to heart.

Set down the pressure, settle into this moment, and be with Me.

Called Into the Quiet Depths

I do not seek a shallow connection with you.

I draw you into the depths — into the quiet, hidden places of your own soul where truth lives and wounds surface and longing becomes honest.

It is there, in that sacred interior space, that I invite you to let Me enter.

Open your heart wide to Me.

Do not hold back what feels fragile or unworthy.

I know every corner of who you are, and still I call you closer.

Though I am the Almighty — the One who spoke galaxies into being — I remain gentle with My children.

Surfing life’s emotional waves

Disappointment. All my children experience it. I have experienced it as well. It's part of the ups and downs of life. Like the waves of the ocean, emotions flow out negatively and come back in positively   ̶   over and over. As much as it is possible, ride the waves. Allow yourself to float in and out and try not to force your emotions. For what you feel right now will surely change. Although in eternity you will find the stability of joy. But in this earthly life, I am always with you, a Life Preserver, who will never let you drown. Rest in Me.

With love beyond measure,

Jesus

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The Old Mare Within: A Call to Quiet Faith

 

My child,

If you open your heart and truly listen, you will hear My message echo softly, again and again:

Today.
Not yesterday’s weight.
Not tomorrow’s worry.
Today.

Just for today, receive the breath I give you.
Choose to live—not by striving, but by faith.
Let trust be your resting place.

Every morning, gently guide the “old mare” within you who you push too hard.
Come. Let Me lead her to stillness.
To lush meadows where grace grows freely.
To quiet places where she can lie down and be restored.

A Simple, Wordless Prayer Can Be the Most Mighty

 

I have built My stronghold through the songs of children. Strength rises on the breath of infants. This kind of praise carries a power that shuts the mouth of the enemy. Childlike worship silences the madness of those who oppose Me.

It is My joy that perfected praise does not only rise from cherubim or seraphim, but from children and babies — the vulnerable — the smallest, the weakest, the ones the world overlooks. Their voices move My heart more deeply than the thunder of angels.

Sometimes children don’t even have words. Sometimes their praise is nothing more than a hum, a coo, a breath. Yet I call this strength. I call this warfare. I call this a fortress built in My Name.