My Fearless Faith Ministry

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08/29/2026

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08/24/2026

Lord, Your plans for me are better than my own, wiser, kinder, more beautiful than anything I could design if given complete control.

I hold tightly to my plans, convinced I know what's best, but my vision is so limited compared to Yours, my wisdom so incomplete.

Teach me to release my plans without resentment, to trust that when You redirect me it's not because You're withholding good but because You're offering better.

Better doesn't always look better at first, sometimes Your plans feel harder or slower or different than I hoped, but You see outcomes I can't imagine.

Help me distinguish between good plans of my own making and better plans of Your design, to have wisdom to know when to let go of mine to embrace Yours.

Remind me that every time I've surrendered my plans to You, looking back I've seen why Yours were better, how You knew what I didn't, saw what I couldn't.

Give me faith to trust Your plans even when they conflict with mine, to believe that better is coming even when it doesn't feel like it yet.

Let me live today with open hands, surrendering my plans to embrace Yours, confident that God's plans for me are better than my own, always.

In Jesus' name,

Amen.

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08/08/2026

Well Glory!

08/08/2026

“Wake us up, Lord!🔥🔥🔥🔥

The pastor says they sit front and center. The gay boys. Sometimes they hold hands. And some folks have said he should address the issue. But the pastor tells me he doesn’t know what to say.
There is the couple who are pregnant and not married. Walks in shame as her father a “Man of God”, physically slaps her legs while she is having morning sickness and the Boyfriend who is not wanting to marry her. But the pastor tells me he doesn’t know what to say.
And then there’s the man who sneaks in the back door. Fresh off the street. After the service starts. And leaves before altar call. The people sitting close complain about how bad he smells. Of beer and smoke and sweat. But the pastor tells me he doesn’t know what to say.
And then there’s the young mama who wears dirty clothes and lets her four children come in and eat all the donuts and drink all the watered-down juice. Some church staff say they “…eat like little pigs. Like they haven’t eaten in weeks.” While the Mama just stands there and lets them. And the elders say something must be done and said. But the pastor tells me he doesn’t know what to say.
And there’s the w***e sitting among the faithful. And everybody knows her. She sits with a painted-up face, cheap perfume, and a broken heart. And those who sit close, well, they all treat her for what they think she is. And at the last staff meeting, her name came up. Something must be done about her. But the pastor tells me he doesn’t know what to say.
The pastor is a good man. Holy and just. And he wants to do the “right and loving” thing. And he wants to “look like Jesus”. And he asks me if I have any thoughts on anything he could say.
Yes, sweet Pastor. I do. Start with this and say it Louder than any other words:
“Welcome to Church. This is a place of love and hope and safety and forgiveness. There will be food for the hungry. Living water for the thirsty. We are so glad you are here. You are invited. You are loved. Come on in—we’ve been waiting on you. Welcome here. We are the church.”
Say that. To the called and to the called-out. To the leaders and the greeters. To the dirty and the clean. We are all the same. We are.
May we blow the dust of religion out of our souls and choose affection instead. May our words and actions and reactions be a sanctuary for all.
Jesus broke many laws to love. So, Jesus, be our voice. Be the only words we should ever speak.I believe this with all my heart. Years ago we were kinder. Everybody looked out for one another. We need to go back to that. It takes us all. We gotta do better at looking out for each other instead of breaking each other down.
I'm going to make a bet, that out of my family and friends, less than 4 will take the time to put this on their wall. “
💚Who Are My four?💚

08/08/2026

Lord, sometimes the path feels quiet, and the shadows of the wilderness seem long. When I try to find my own way, and the noise of the world fades, it is here in the stillness that You draw me close. Father, thank You for not leaving me alone in my wandering, but meeting me right where I am with gentle grace.

"Therefore, behold, I will allure her, and bring her into the wilderness, and speak tenderly to her." - Hosea 2:14

Lord, teach my heart to listen for Your whisper above my fears. When my soul feels dry, let Your voice be the quiet assurance that anchors my spirit. Hold me gently in Your presence today, and remind me that Your love never fails.

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