Little Heartbeats.

Oh Daddy,

satan is hitting my little ones hard lately. Relationships, family, heartaches, hurts, disappointments, sin. You name it, he is trying it. Protect them Daddy, not from things hitting them because everything has the potential for growth or good, but protect them from backing down. They are warriors! Help them to stand and withstand. Help them to be bold and courageous! Help them to remember to pray. Never let them forget your power and grace. Never let them forget the way to the foot of the cross. And keep them on my mind and in my heart constantly so that i can lift them up in prayer. These are my little heartbeats. These are Your children.

Love, Me

Not the Usual.

This are usually letters to God on behalf of fellow saints, but tonight is a little different.


Dear Satan.

Back off! I read Revelation: WE WIN. And not only are you going to lose the war, i refuse to let you win these battles either. You will not destroy me, my youth, my friends, or my family. I will bow on my knees petitioning for my loves day and night if i have to. My God is mighty. My God is all powerful. My God is ALL GOOD. My God is holy, holy, holy. And we will stand. And we will fight. I hope you're ready.