Exolom

05/28/2026

Let our King be lifted high!
HOSANNA!
and New Breed

05/27/2026

05/20/2026

"Brothers and Sisters, do not slander one another..."
James 4:11
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05/20/2026

PART TWO

That is why scripture warns us:

“Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth; keep watch over the door of my lips.”
Psalm 141:3

Notice that David did not ask God to guard his enemies.
He asked God to guard his mouth.

Because he understood that an undisciplined tongue can destroy in minutes what took years to build.

Some people have lost relationships because of their tongue.
Lost trust because of their tongue.
Lost peace because of their tongue.
Lost credibility because of their tongue.

Not because they lacked talent.
Not because they lacked gifting.

But because they never learned how to master what came out of them.

And the truth is…
what you say about others often says more about you than it does about them.

So before you speak, ask yourself:

Does this sound like wisdom?
Does this bring healing or division?
Does this reflect the nature of God or the impulses of my flesh?
Am I speaking to help… or speaking to hurt?

Because every word plants something.

Words can be seeds of life.
Or seeds of destruction.

They can heal rooms…
or poison atmospheres.

And eventually, whatever is in the heart will find its way to the lips.

So guard your tongue carefully.

Not just because people are listening.

But because Heaven is too.

And when God changes a heart…
He also changes the language that flows from it..

05/19/2026

The way you speak about others reveals what is living inside of you…

Because words are never accidental.
They are echoes.

Echoes of what has been stored in the hidden chambers of the heart.

You can learn a lot about a person by listening to how they speak about people who are not in the room.

Listen carefully.

The tone.
The bitterness.
The sarcasm.
The constant criticism.
The need to expose.
The hunger to diminish someone else just to feel elevated for a moment.

It all reveals something deeper.

Jesus said:

“For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of.”
Luke 6:45

In other words…
your mouth eventually leaks whatever your soul has been carrying.

A wounded heart speaks wounds.
A jealous heart speaks competition.
An angry heart speaks destruction.
An insecure heart constantly measures itself against others.
A prideful heart becomes a courtroom where everyone else is always on trial.

But a healed heart…
speaks differently.

A healed heart knows how to correct without cruelty.
How to speak truth without tearing people apart.
How to disagree without becoming dishonorable.
How to handle offense without poisoning everyone around them.

Because mature people understand something immature people do not:

You do not have to destroy someone else to prove your value.

Anybody can criticize.
Anybody can gossip.
Anybody can magnify flaws.

It takes no anointing to tear people down.

But it takes character to guard your tongue when emotions are high.
It takes wisdom to remain honorable when you have every opportunity to embarrass someone.
It takes spiritual maturity to refuse to let pain turn your mouth into a weapon.

Some people speak from conviction.
Others speak from contamination.

And if we are honest…
sometimes what comes out of us has less to do with truth and more to do with unresolved hurt.

Because people who are bleeding internally often make others bleed verbally.
TO BE CONTD...

05/18/2026

Happy New Week!
Jesus Loves You.

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05/18/2026

Hallelujah! Praise the one who set me free.
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05/18/2026

The Person I Am Now

I am not who I used to be, and I mean that with every molecule of gratitude in me.

The person I was before surrender was merely surviving. The person I am now is truly living deeply, joyfully alive in a way I could not have invented or initiated on my own.

I haven't gotten there yet; I'm still striving hard. Surrendering to Jesus did not remove the storms from my path, but it changed who is in the boat with me.

I have come to see and know the difference between facing difficulty alone and facing it with the Author of the universe, who happens to have a history of calming seas. He is in my neighbourhood. He has calmed my storms, many times than I can count.

I'm sharing this story not because I have arrived, but because someone reading this might be on that same floor currently, with empty hands, heart hollowed out, with nothing left to fight with.

I want you to know that; God will meet you where you are right now.
You do not need to be first perfect, you don't need to have the right words, posture, or a certain level of faith. You just need to open your hands.

Today, I want you to know that, "Surrender is not the end of your story. It is the first point of the truest version of it. The one God has been wanting to write with you all these while."

Let go of your pain, Let go of your shame, struggles, and Let God!
He is willing to hold you now. He always will...

05/14/2026

God is Awesome.

05/14/2026

The Sacred Work of Being Made Whole

I came to understand that, restoration doesn't arrive in one dramatic instant. Rather, it unfolds across countless quiet mornings, each one a renewed decision to remain open, believe, return to scriptures, and allow it to dismantle and rebuild every false idea I had told myself. God didn't return to me the life I had lost, but something far more fitting.  The life I was always designed to inhabit.

The bitterness I had carried for so long did not leave because I wrestled it away. It loosened its hold as something deeper and real moved in to occupy the space it had claimed. Fractured relationships found their way back toward wholeness, abilities and callings I had suffocated beneath layers of fear and shame rose up again, like things long buried finally given air. Laughter returned unforced and unclouded as though joy had never abandoned the threshold, only stood just beyond it, confident the door would open in time.

He did not merely return what had been taken. He restored what I had never possessed, an identity no longer shackled by shame, a heart no longer divided against itself, a horizon no longer darkened by what lay behind me.

The familiar verses I had absorbed over a lifetime began to carry a weight they never had before. "I will restore to you the years that the locust has eaten." For so long, I had heard that as a word spoken to others, about circumstances remote from my own. Now it read as something intimate and precise addressed to exactly this season, to my life. Nothing is discarded in God's economy; not a year surrendered to ruin nor grief quietly endured.

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