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Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
"Satan has deceived 1/3 of the angels, imagine what he is capable of doing with a generation that does not read the Bible."
-Charles Spurgeon
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
Seven signs of spiritual maturity:
1. You repent quickly.
2. You forgive freely.
3. You receive correction humbly.
4. You pray before you panic.
5. You obey Scripture over your feelings.
6. You care more about holiness than appearances.
7. You want Christ to be glorified more than you want to be noticed.
Christian maturity is not measured by how much you know, but by how faithfully you walk with God.
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
To the ones who feels the shift in your spirit today —
the weight, the trembling, the quiet awareness that something has changed,
do not let uneasiness settle in your heart.
“Do not be afraid, little flock” —Luke 12:32
What you feel is not chaos.
It is confirmation.
The hour is moving.
The Spirit is stirring.
The ground beneath the familiar is giving way, not to shake you apart, but to wake you up.
Some of you feel a pressure. Some feel clarity rising where confusion once lived. Some feel the veil thinning, the moment sharpening, the call becoming unmistakable.
This is not a threat.
This is a sign.
“And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.” —Luke 21:28
The shift is not meant to trouble you,
it is meant to align you, to steady you.
Let your heart rest.
Let your spirit listen.
Let the shaking become your confirmation that the Shepherd is near.
If you feel the shift, it is because you are being drawn. If you feel the weight, it is because truth is approaching. If you feel the moment, it is because the hour has arrived.
You are not losing your footing.
You are finding your direction.
The wise will understand.
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
No matter what happens, God is on His throne. He rules, He reigns and He is in control.
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
My father-in-law, suffering from an advanced case of bone cancer, asked to pray as we left his hospital room. He said three things to the Lord:
First, he thanked God for being good in all circumstances, even when it didn’t match our definition of good.
Second, he asked God to help him be a good example to others during his suffering.
Finally, he thanked God for the rich life of blessings he had been given.
I was blown away. This was a man who did not go to seminary. He couldn’t communicate the theology that I thought I had mastered so well. But in that moment, he revealed a deeper and richer understanding of the sovereignty of God than I ever had.
It’s probably the most powerful prayer I can remember.
It seemed that Bert had every right to complain, but he was joyful. He could have asked others to serve him, but he asked God to help him serve others.
Bert didn’t question God and ask “Why me?” He didn’t bring God into the court of his judgement and say, “Is this what I get after a lifetime of serving you?”
No, my father-in-law’s words were edifying. His tongue was pure. His vocabulary was God-honoring. Why? Because the sovereignty of God ruled in his heart, and out of the abundance of his heart his mouth spoke (Luke 6:45).
I am deeply persuaded that the primary reason we complain, grumble, and accuse is because the sovereignty of God doesn’t rule in our heart.
When people frustrate us, when our plans are thwarted, and when suffering enters our door, our lips dispense words laced with anger, bitterness, envy, doubt, confusion, and fear. All of these emotions are given room to grow when there is a void of rich understanding and belief in the sovereignty of God.
We have forgotten that God’s dominion is an eternal dominion and he does as he pleases (Daniel 4:34-35). We don’t remind ourselves that his judgements are unsearchable and his ways inscrutable (Romans 11:33). We have neglected to meditate on the truths that God rules over the specific details of our lives for his glory and our good (Acts 17:26-27, Ephesians 1:4-6, 20-22 and many more).
It’s easy for us to proclaim these truths during a Sunday worship service, but at street level, does the sovereignty of God really have deep roots in your heart?
That moment in the hospital was God’s revealing grace to me. He was not rejecting me or condemning me for weak theology, but rather opening my eyes, softening my heart, and wooing my soul to trust in him more.
May our Lord do the same with you today!
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
“The LORD lives, and blessed be my Rock; and exalted be my God, the Rock of my salvation!”
~2 Samuel 22:47🕊
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
Heaven is full of worship.
“Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty,
who was and is and is to come!”
- Revelation 4:8-11
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
How do you know God has actually forgiven you?
You confessed it. You meant it. You asked God to forgive you, maybe more than once. And yet it still sits there. It shows up when you try to pray, when you hear a worship song, when you lie awake at night. Part of you wonders if God is still holding it against you, quietly keeping the file open, waiting to see if you’ll really change this time. So you keep apologizing for the same thing, hoping that one day the guilt will finally lift and you’ll know it’s settled.
Here is what Scripture actually says God does with confessed sin. “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness,” 1 John 1:9. Notice the reason given. Not because you confessed with enough tears. Because He is faithful. Your forgiveness rests on His character, not on the strength of your feelings about it.
And He doesn’t just forgive. He removes. “As far as the east is from the west, so far does he remove our transgressions from us,” Psalm 103:12. East and west never meet; you can travel forever and never arrive. “You will cast all our sins into the depths of the sea,” Micah 7:19. “I, I am he who blots out your transgressions for my own sake, and I will not remember your sins,” Isaiah 43:25. The God who knows everything chooses not to hold it against you. There is no open file.
Remember the prodigal son. He rehearsed a whole speech on the way home, ready to beg for a servant’s place. He never got to finish it. “While he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him,” Luke 15:20. The father wasn’t waiting to be convinced. He was already running.
So why does the guilt linger? Often because forgiveness is a fact before it’s a feeling. The enemy loves to accuse what God has already acquitted. “There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus,” Romans 8:1. Not less condemnation. None.
Try this: the next time that old memory comes back, don’t confess it again as if it’s still unpaid. Thank Him instead. “Lord, thank You that this is forgiven.” Gratitude is how you agree with what He has already done.
You don’t have to keep carrying what He already took from you. You’re allowed to set it down.
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
A family of 14 was inside their home as a massive fire spread through the house. Several children were still fast asleep, unaware of the growing danger.
But as the fire spread, something strange was happening miles away. A father driving home with his 13-year-old son kept getting directed down an unfamiliar road by his GPS. Even after changing the route several times, it kept sending him back. Eventually, he followed it, with no idea what he was about to discover.
It happened near Lyerly, Georgia. Casey Sparks was driving home with his son, Cayson, when his GPS kept rerouting him. After following it, he noticed an orange glow on a nearby hill. As he approached, he discovered a house on fire and a teenager desperately fighting the flames with a garden hose.
Casey told his son to call 911 and rushed inside, shouting for everyone to wake up and get out. As the family scrambled to escape, he found a young girl in a hospital-style bed who needed help.
He scooped her into his arms and headed toward the door he’d entered through. But the flames had already engulfed the exit.
With the little girl in his arms, Casey found another door, carried her outside, and handed her over a fence to a neighbor. Then he went back inside to help the others escape.
All 14 family members survived. Their home was destroyed, but not a single life was lost.
Casey later said he believed God had directed him down that unfamiliar road for a reason. What seemed like a frustrating GPS detour had brought him to a family that desperately needed help.
Sometimes God puts us exactly where we’re needed, even when we don’t fully understand why.
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
“It was I who knew you in the wilderness, in the land of drought.”
~Hosea 13:5
Yes, Lord, You did indeed know me in my fallen state, and You did even then choose me for Yourself. When I was loathsome and self-abhorred, You received me as Your child, and You satisfied my longings. Blessed forever be Your name for this free, rich, abounding mercy. Since then, my inward experience has often been a wilderness; but You have kept me still as Your beloved and poured streams of love and grace into me to gladden me and make me fruitful. When my outward circumstances have been at the worst, and I have wandered in a land of drought, Your sweet presence has comforted me. Men have ignored me, and I have been scorned; but You have known my soul in adversities, for no affliction dims the luster of Your love. Most gracious Lord, I magnify You for all Your faithfulness to me in trying circumstances, and I deplore the fact that I have at times forgotten You and been proud of heart when I have owed everything to Your gentleness and love. Have mercy upon Your servant in this matter!
My soul, if Jesus acknowledged you in your lowly condition, be sure that you own both Himself and His cause now that you are in prosperity. Do not be puffed up by worldly successes, and do not be ashamed of the truth or of the poor church with which you have been associated. Follow Jesus into the wilderness: Bear the cross with Him when the persecution heats up. He owned you, O my soul, in your poverty and shame—never be so treacherous as to be ashamed of Him. Let me know more shame at the thought of being ashamed of my best Beloved! Jesus, my soul cleaves to You.
I'll turn to Thee in days of light,
As well as nights of care,
Thou brightest amid all that's bright!
Thou fairest of the fair!
~C.H. Spurgeon
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
Sometimes I just wish Jesus would walk into my kitchen, wrap His arms around me, and let me cry.
No explaining.
No pretending I’m okay.
No trying to find the right words.
Just me, standing in the middle of my messy kitchen, with tears running down my face, being held by the One who knows every single thing I’ve been carrying.
I wish I could hear Him say, “I know you’re tired. I know it’s been hard. I see you. And you’re not alone.”
Because some days, I don’t need advice.
I don’t need someone to tell me to be stronger.
I don’t need someone to remind me of everything I should be grateful for.
I just need to be held.
I need somewhere to put all the emotions I’ve been carrying while trying to be a good wife, a good mother, a good friend, and everything else life asks me to be.
And sometimes, I just want to cry without having to explain why.
But here’s what I’m learning about Jesus.
Even though I can’t physically see Him standing in my kitchen, that doesn’t mean He isn’t with me.
He hears the prayers I whisper while washing dishes.
He sees the tears I wipe away before my children walk into the room.
He knows when I’m overwhelmed, exhausted, anxious, or simply trying to make it through another day.
And He doesn’t need me to have it all together before I come to Him.
I can come to Him completely undone.
With a messy house.
With an overwhelmed heart.
With unanswered questions.
With tears instead of words.
Because Jesus never asked me to pretend I was strong enough to handle everything.
He invites the weary to come to Him and find rest. (Matthew 11:28)
And maybe that’s what someone else needs to hear today.
You don’t have to wait until you’re sitting in church or kneeling beside your bed to meet with Jesus.
You can meet with Him right there in your kitchen.
In the laundry room.
In the car.
In the middle of motherhood.
In the moments when nobody else realizes you’re struggling.
And while I may not get to physically fall into His arms today, I can still rest in the promise that He is near.
Sometimes my most meaningful prayers aren’t spoken with folded hands and perfect words. They’re whispered through tears in the middle of an ordinary Tuesday.
And I’m so thankful I serve a Savior who hears every single one. 🤍
Tiffany Jones
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
I watched as my dad slip away for two years until his end, from dementia, he was 92.
Dad was a cruel and hateful "Atheist" of a man, who heaped some terrible things upon his family and my sisters, of which I vowed at 12 to ki-ll him.
He stayed with us those last two years of his life.
Wheeling around the house, making demands and leering at my wife, which I put a stop to.
It was exhausting.
I watched as he started forgetting names and even where he was at.
One time he thought my family was a different family masquerading as mine.
Those two years, I read the bible nightly, mostly Psalms
and explained God's love for us and His hatred of sin.
I talked to dad one night recounting what he had done to my one sister and some of the other terrible things he had done.
I did that, as he was never told he was a sinner and it needed to be told.
I did actually tell him the gospel message and the sin of mankind because he came to me one day and asked me what changed me after I got saved.
Dad was genuinely curious.
The last two weeks of his life he started seeing things that he would reach out for.
Strangely, dad was still coherent and we would talk, though his voice sounded like he was coming from a different dimension or was in a tunnel.
One night I came to make sure dad was comfortable and to add some glycerin to his dried lips as he was taking in little water, and had stopped eating.
When dad exclaimed loudly "I'm so sorry for the bad things I've done."
I barely breathed and thought what is this?
I decided after some brief silent prayer, to share the gospel yet again with a man who never apologized in his life.
I asked dad do you want Jesus to forgive you of your sin?
Do you believe now as you lay dying, Jesus is truly the Son of God.
He said yes.
I led him in prayer and we talked some more and I left the room.
The following day as I entered His room he spoke first telling me "Jesus was the truth, He spoke truth."
Two days later dad passed on into the hands of Jesus.
I remember I cried like never before at the salvation of my dad, and the wonder of the salvation process.
I remembered the story of King Nebuchadnezzar and how in his insanity gave praise to God and God restored him to his former place.
My point?
Never give up praying for anyone for any reason.
God's grace extends to everyone.
Titus 2:11 “For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation for all people.
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
“From the ends of the earth I call to You when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I, for You have been my refuge, a tower of strength against the enemy.”
~Psalm 61:2-3🕊
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
Sometimes the most honest prayer is, 'Lord, I know what Your Word says, but I'm struggling to live it out right now. Please help me.'
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
You can know what the Bible says about God and still resist allowing His truth to transform your life.
True knowledge of God should shape our hearts, renew our minds, and influence how we live before Him and treat others.
The goal is more than knowing facts about God. It is knowing Him and being transformed through that relationship.
Romans 12:2.
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She was a little girl stolen from her home… and God used her to heal the man whose army took her.
Her name is never written.
Her age is never given.
The Bible only calls her "a little maid."
"And the Syrians had gone out by companies, and had brought away captive out of the land of Israel a little maid; and she waited on Naaman's wife." (2 Kings 5:2)
Think about that.
Taken from her land.
Far from her family.
Serving in a foreign house…
the house of the captain of the very army that carried her away. 😪
This is where most people begin to break.
This is where bitterness moves in.
"Why me? Why here? Why them?"
But look at her master.
"Now Naaman, captain of the host of the king of Syria, was a great man with his master, and honourable… he was also a mighty man in valour, but he was a leper." (2 Kings 5:1)
Great man… BUT.
Honourable… BUT.
Mighty… BUT a leper.
And the only one in that whole house who knew where help was…
was the captive girl in the kitchen.
Now look at this.
She did not keep silent.
She did not wish him dead.
She opened her mouth and pointed to God.
"Would God my lord were with the prophet that is in Samaria! for he would recover him of his leprosy." (2 Kings 5:3)
One sentence from a nobody…
reached the ears of a king.
Moved a general across nations.
And sent a proud man down into the Jordan.
"Then went he down, and dipped himself seven times in Jordan, according to the saying of the man of God: and his flesh came again like unto the flesh of a little child, and he was clean." (2 Kings 5:14)
And Naaman came back saying,
"Behold, now I know that there is no God in all the earth, but in Israel." (2 Kings 5:15) 👌
All of that began with a little maid
whose name the Bible never recorded.
Now the question is not about the little maid anymore.
It is about you.
You were taken to a place you never chose.
A job that feels like captivity.
A city far from home.
A season where nobody knows your name.
Now listen carefully.
God does not waste the place where you were carried.
"For who hath despised the day of small things?" (Zechariah 4:10)
"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose." (Romans 8:28)
You may feel small.
You may feel unseen.
But you could be the only one in that house who knows where the healing is.
Open your mouth.
WHERE I WAS CARRIED, GOD HAS PLANTED ME. MY VOICE WILL POINT MANY TO HIS HEALING, IN JESUS' NAME.
✒ © Tevin Macharia
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
There is a pattern in Scripture that, once your eyes are opened to it, you begin to spot it all over the place.
It’s the threefold sequence of BLESSING followed by TESTING followed by FAILURE.
It begins at the beginning. God blessed Adam and Eve in paradise, but then came the temptation in Genesis 3. The result? Failure.
God blessed Abraham and Sarah with the promise of a son through whom countless offspring would come, but rather than waiting for the Lord to fulfill his promise, they took matters into their own hands through Hagar. Once more, failure.
We see this same pattern in our Bible in One Year readings from 2 Samuel 9–11. David had been richly blessed by God. His kingdom was established, his enemies defeated, and the Lord had promised to establish his royal house forever (2 Samuel 7).
But then what? David lusted, lied, committed adultery, and murdered.
Over and over, God's people are blessed, tested, then fail.
Against this dark background, the events of Matthew 3–4 shine with hope and redemption. At his baptism, Jesus is declared to be the Father's beloved Son, and the Holy Spirit descends upon him. Blessing indeed!
Immediately afterward, the Spirit leads him into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil.
BLESSING followed by TESTING followed by….SUCCESS!
Where Adam failed in paradise, Jesus remained faithful in the wilderness. Where Israel failed during forty years in the wilderness, Jesus stood firm during forty days of temptation. He is the true Israel, the last Adam, the faithful and obedient Son.
And Jesus is not merely an example of how to resist temptation. He is our Savior, who has overcome temptation for us. Because he himself suffered when tempted, he is also able to help us when we are tempted (Heb. 2:18).
And there is our hope! Our salvation does not hinge upon our ability to withstand every temptation or remain faithful in every trial. If it did, we would all be fuel for the fires of hell.
It rests solely and completely upon Jesus Christ, whose perfect obedience and righteousness are imputed to us by faith. Where we have failed, he has succeeded. And through his faithfulness, we receive forgiveness, righteousness, and life.
Jade B ✝️🇦🇺 retweeted
“God, my Maker, who gives songs in the night.”
~Job 35:10
Any man can sing during the day. When the cup is full, man draws inspiration from it. When money is in plentiful supply, any man can praise the God who provides an abundant harvest or sends home a loaded ship. It is easy enough for a tuneful harp
to whisper music when the winds blow; the difficulty is for music to carry when no wind is stirring. It is easy to sing when we can read the notes by daylight; but it takes a skillful singer whose song springs forth when there is not a ray of light to read by. No man can make a song in the night by himself; he may attempt it, but he will find that a song in the night must be divinely inspired.
Let everything go well, then I can weave songs, fashioning them from the flowers that grow upon my path; but put me in a desert, where no green thing grows, and with what shall I frame a hymn of praise to God? How shall a mortal man make a
crown for the Lord without jewels? Let this voice be clear and this body full of health, and I can sing God's praise: Silence my tongue, put me on a bed of suffering, and how will I then chant God's high praises, unless He Himself provides the song? No, it is not in man's power to sing when everything is against him, unless an altar-coal shall touch his lip.
It was a divine song from Habakkuk that filled the night when he sang, "Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD; I will take joy in the God of my salvation."1 So, since our Maker gives "songs in the night," let us wait upon Him for the music. Chief musician, let us not remain songless because we face affliction, but tune our lips to the melody of thanksgiving.
~C.H. Spurgeon
1) Habakkuk 3:17-18
