O give thanks unto the Lord; for He is good: for His mercy endureth for ever! Psalm 136 KJV.

Sit with the Lord and ask him to sing a song over you. What song is it? What significance does it have to you? Does it speak to the season you’re in? I’ll go first: The Spirit of the Lord is singing “This Little Light of Mine” but it’s changed to “This Giant Light of Mine, I’m gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine, let it shine. Hide it under a bushel, no! I’m gonna let it shine! …don’t let satan “whhhhhhhhhh” it out. I’m gonna let it shine! Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine” My song used to be “This Little Light of Mine” the normal version, but He’s upgrades the light for His Kingdom purposes. To draw people to Him. Towards Life, love, and purpose!

The Gas Station That Changed Everything I was heading home from work one day when I stopped to get gas. I pulled in, took out my credit card, swiped it… Declined. I froze. I had just checked my balance the day before. I knew—without a doubt—that I had a thousand dollars left on that card. I knew because, besides the $27 sitting in my bank account, that credit card was the only money my husband and I had left. My husband had been unemployed for over a year. I had just started a brand-new career as a realtor. We had four kids at home. And we had just found out we were expecting another baby. We didn’t know when our next paycheck was coming—or if it was coming at all. But if you’ve ever had a credit card, you know the truth: that limit is not your money. At any moment, the company can check your credit, see the red flags—see the maxed-out cards, the minimum payments, the struggles—and lower your limit without warning. And that’s exactly what happened to me. That $5,000 limit? It became $4,000 overnight. And that day, it all caught up with me at a gas station. Honestly, it doesn’t even matter how we got there. That’s the point. Life hits all of us. It could have been addiction. A health crisis. A failed business. A loss in the family. A bad accident. In our case, my husband had tried to build something that didn’t work out. We went through our savings. Through our credit cards. Through everything. And I was carrying it all. It felt like I had my husband and four kids piled on a sled, and I was the pregnant woman trying to drag them up a snowy mountain by myself. Just trying to survive. Trying to be strong. Trying not to crumble. And if I sat down to rest, we would all slide back down the mountain. But right there—at the gas station, embarrassed and exhausted—I felt completely and utterly defeated. Not hopeless, though. Because even in that moment, I still had God. I still had the prophetic words spoken over me months before: that He would restore everything that had been taken,

Mark 1:11 “You are my Son, whom I love; with you I am well pleased.” Jeremiah 33:3 “Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.” Hebrews 11:11 “And by faith even Sarah, who was past childbearing age, was enabled to bear children because she considered him faithful who had made the promise.” John 10:10 “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”