Hurricane Michael One-Year Anniversary

October 10, 2019

43 0720190548While our nation lurches on with the media’s daily barrage of polarizing narratives, most have forgotten the struggle of millions recovering from 2018 disasters–a blizzard, a volcanic eruption, nor’easters, wildfires, earthquakes, tornadoes, floods, mudflows, and for those of us in the Florida Panhandle, a category 5 hurricane named Michael.

Today marks the first anniversary of Michael’s strike. I’m thankful and proud to be part of a community that has pulled together with kindness and fortitude to help each other in the recovery effort.

And yes, the restoration continues. As for my house, the chimney is repaired, and three-quarters of the roof was installed a couple months ago … still waiting on its completion. We have a long way to go before we are whole, but we’re thankful to be able to live in our home. Many are still living in trailers, RVs, and other temporary housing while waiting for contractors to show up and rebuild.

Despite the challenges, it’s a blessing to see how neighbors have become friends, encouraging and helping one another. I acknowledge and thank the One who gives all increase and growth in budding leaves in the trees, greenery in our landscapes, and unconditional kindness in hearts.

Here’s a photo-story of recovery in one neighborhood–ours. Enjoy, and peace to you.

Hurricane Michael Anniversary, Osprey Point

A Health Nut Is Born

September 7, 2019

no carb breakfast“I’m pregnant!” I announced to my friend, Pat.

“That’s great!” she said. And after a pause, “So what are you doing for your baby?”

“What do you mean?”

“To make sure it’s healthy. What are you doing?”

“Well, I gave up smoking before we conceived. Isn’t that healthy?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’ve got a lot to learn, girl.” Pat sauntered over to her bookshelf and cocked her head to read the spines. “Here ya go,” she said as she tipped a book out and handed it to me. “Read this … for your baby’s sake.”

As I looked at the back cover and flipped through the pages, I had no idea this would be my first book of many in a life-long learning adventure in the field of health.

Fast-forward thirty-four years. I no longer eat out all the time, especially at fast-food restaurants. I want to know what I’m eating, for crying out loud. Every trip to the grocery store is a lesson in nutrition as I read label after label. I take nothing for granted … as if my favorite brand of unsweetened almond milk will never change its ingredients. They change things all the time. All for the almighty dollar. Sales top nutrition in priority, diabetes and heart disease be damned.

If you happen to be at a supermarket where I’m shopping, I’m the lady wearing the dark-rimmed glasses, squinting to read the microscopic ingredients list on a jar of almond butter. “Sugar!” I exclaim in disgust while shaking my head and shoving it back on the shelf. “Why do they have to ruin it with sugar?” I ask no one at all.

Yep, that’s me, the “crazy” health nut. That’s what most people call me, anyway. I remember visiting a friend in Alabama who told me to make myself at home. So, I opened her pantry cupboard to find a snack. After perusing pancreas-assaulting sweetened cereals, unnaturally flavored chocolate chip and chocolate sandwich cookies, chemical-laden corn curled chips, and a host of other engineered foods, I stepped back and said, “Wow. There’s nothing here that I would eat.”

I didn’t realize how rude my comment was until the same friend came to visit me. She opened my cupboard and surveyed the columns of organic soups, wild-caught sardines, organic nut crackers, non-GMO corn chips, mixed nuts with sea salt, and steel-cut oats. “Wow,” she said. There is nothing here that I would eat.” Touché.

My husband watches me take my morning supplements and laments the bundles of dollars wrapped up in all those capsules. “But Dear,” I say. “would you rather I spend hundreds on these supplements, or tens of thousands on a hospital stay?”

“We have insurance,” he says.

“Sure. Insurance on pain and suffering that could have been avoided,” I counter. “Insurance on permanent medications that destroy your liver and rob your quality of life, not to mention shortening your lifespan.”

He shakes his head and scoops ice cream into a dish, slathering it with chocolate syrup.

That’s OK. He’s a work-in-progress. He’ll come around.

Such is the life of your slightly strange health-nut friend. She is on a relentless quest for discovering the truth about healthy living. She updates her cranial database with each new scientific discovery she finds, which might make you groan, “What is she into now?”

Nonetheless, on she goes–reading, learning, and spouting stuff you’d rather not hear while you’re eating your cheeseburger. Humor her, nod, and smile when she uncharacteristically swipes one of your french fries. Because she, too, is a work-in-progress.

Night to Honor Israel

April 9, 2019

Sometimes we experience something so moving we’ve got to tell others about it. Such was my experience this past Sunday night, so I wrote a letter to the editor, and they printed it …

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I want to thank the Panama City News Herald for covering Holocaust survivor Irving Roth’s recent speaking engagement at Naval Support Activity Panama City, and for mentioning he would also speak Sunday night during a Night to Honor Israel event. Pam and Larry Perry, Christians United For Israel (CUFI) Panama City directors, encouraged my husband and me to attend Sunday, and we brought some friends. So did many others. As First Assembly Panama City Pastor Phil Edwards opened the evening and thanked everyone for coming, he commented on the one-thousand-plus crowd. “How could that many people fit in this space?” I wondered. I turned to discover they had taken down the partition to accommodate the standing-room-only crowd. I wanted to document Bay County’s overwhelming response and support for Israel, so I walked to the back of the room and took photos of the packed assembly hall.

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Pastor Victor Styrsky, CUFI Eastern Regional Coordinator, performed a lively Hebrew praise song as everyone clapped in rhythm. Rabbi Samuel Waidenbaum of B’nai Israel Synagogue Pensacola thanked everyone for their support for Israel. I was stunned as a video showed soaring incidents of anti-Semitism on U.S. college campuses. Justin Pizzulli, CUFI on Campus Field Organizer, gave a recent first-hand account of a hateful, angry college demonstration against Jews and Israel. As a protester shouted in his face, he prayed. College students in attendance Sunday night were invited to apply for an all-inclusive scholarship to the annual CUFI Summit in Washington, D.C. in July.

When 90-year-old Holocaust survivor Irving Roth took the stage, I marveled at his passion and vigor as he told his horrific story of the rising anti-Semitism in Germany that transformed ordinary people, even dear friends, into despising the Jews. At age fourteen, German soldiers herded him into a cattle car with one hundred people—standing room only, with no bathroom, ventilation or windows—and imprisoned him at the Auschwitz death camp. Several of his family members were gassed and burned to ashes, including his older brother. At the end of World War II, he and 300 other boys, weighing an average of seventy-five pounds each, were rescued by American soldiers, whom Irving called his two Messiahs, one black and one white.

I shuddered to realize that soon there will be no more Holocaust survivors left to tell their story—to tell us that, yes, this planned extermination of the Jews did take place, and that circumstances leading to this tragedy are being mirrored today. Can it happen again? Irving Roth’s story was a startling wake-up call. It’s already happening. In the words of Edmund Burke, “All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.”

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The Power We’ve Got … If We Only Knew It

October 31, 2018

Under Our Feet

In the wake of Hurricane Michael, many people here in northwest Florida are still working their way through this trauma and heartache. I find that I am somewhat disoriented, forgetful, and tend to lose things. It’s difficult to know what day it is. It’s been three weeks since the storm, but in one way it feels like it only happened a few days ago. In another, it feels like months have passed. There’s a lot of work to do each day … and always more work than the hours each day will provide.

Through it all, God is so good, bringing people together to help each other. In our little corner of the world, Michael dissolved the animosity between conservatives and liberals. The rest of the country goes on as usual with a lot of divisiveness … and here we are, doing our best to help one another get through each day.

I’m so thankful for those who have reached out to help, for getting to know neighbors better, and for the blessing of being able to lend a hand. We are helping each other through the recovery process–in our homes, businesses, community, and hearts–one day at a time.

The Lord Jesus’ comforting words come to mind: “These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world (John 16:33).”

I was recently reminded of the God-given authority over all the powers of darkness, given to those who are in Christ Jesus. I’d like to share a teaching I did about it a while back, “Resurrection Enlightenment.” For those who have simply confessed Jesus as Lord and believe that God raised him from the dead (Romans 10:9-10), triumph over this tragedy and trauma is certain, because we are in him who has overcome the world. Give a listen if you’d like, and if you haven’t called upon His name, He’s waiting with open arms.

Resurrection Enlightenment

Unique Christian Writers Retreat

October 4, 2018

0503180628_HDRWithout knowing anyone who was going last spring, I registered and attended the Blue Lake Christian Writers Retreat, which was a life-changer for me. I learned my writing craft more deeply, made great connections, and met people who would soon become my dear friends and support team.

I now say without hesitation, sign up now for this unique, small-setting writers’ retreat on beautiful Blue Lake in Andalusia, AL. Space is limited, and now is the time to register with the Early Bird discount, before the holidays.

I discovered it was a beautiful lakefront camp-type setting, and I opted for my own room. I’m such a wuss when it comes to comfort, so I brought along my foam mattress topper and pillow, which proved to provide “happy as a clam” sweet sleep.

Marilyn Turk, the retreat coordinator, greeted me at the front door, which impressed me beyond measure. “With all she’s got to do,” I thought, “she’s here, greeting me at the door?” Yes, it was a foretaste of things to come.

One of the teachers, Susan Neal, greeted me at the opening meeting and asked me about what I was working on. She asked for my one-sheet, something I had learned about from the retreat’s preparation blog posts, and I sheepishly handed my first one-sheet attempt to her. She gave me encouraging comments about it, and I felt … well, like I was where I belonged. When I found out she was one of the award-winning teachers at the retreat, I was humbled … and thankful.

And so it went throughout the entire retreat. I dined and spoke with authors, publishers, agents … and budding writers like me. I even met Jennifer Hallmark, who invited me to write for her blog, Inspired Prompt.

Best of all, I discovered something I had been long seeking–a Christian writers’ critique group. Because of the connections and friends I made at the Blue Lake retreat, I am now a member of Word Weavers of Destin, FL, where I attend every month and get help and inspiration for my upcoming gratitude journal and devotional.

I always place a priority on having FUN while learning, and the teachers at the retreat did not disappoint. They were fun-loving, extremely informative, and eager to pour out their life experience to help us succeed in achieving our dreams.

What can I say? Great heart, great learning, sweet fellowship, and encouragement. You know you have a story to tell, a message to deliver. Learn your craft of writing more perfectly … in a peaceful, beautiful, and personal setting. Register now.


Easy Fermented Hot Peppers

September 29, 2018

jalapenos fermentedI used to be afraid of fermenting my own foods, but as with anything, practice builds confidence. I now have about a half dozen each of fresh jalapeno and hot banana pepper plants flourishing in my garden, providing lots of opportunities to make easy, probiotic-rich sliced peppers and hot sauce! A couple spoonfuls of fermented peppers or hot sauce go well with just about any meal, and have many benefits, as explained by Dr. Mercola at

“Traditionally fermented foods like grass-fed cheese, kefir, miso, natto, olives, pickles, sauerkraut, tempeh, and yogurt are some of the oldest and healthiest foods on the planet. The term “fermented” may sound unpalatable but this ancient preparation and preservation method — which involves breaking down carbohydrates and proteins using microorganisms such as bacteria, molds, and yeast — produces delicious food.

More importantly, these “functional foods,” contain probiotics that can be beneficial to your overall health. Beneficial bacteria in fermented foods help boost your overall nutrition, support digestion, and increase B vitamins, omega-3 fatty acids, digestive enzymes, lactase, and lactic acid.”

Easy Lacto-Fermented Jalapenos or Hot Pepper Sauce

Makes one 16-oz. mason jar of peppers.

Ingredients & Supplies:

  • 1 ¾ cup washed and sliced jalapenos (for less heat, remove some of the seeds after slicing, or use banana peppers; don’t slice peppers too thin – just a little less than ¼” thick for jalapenos, or up to ½” for banana peppers. (Use heavy kitchen gloves when slicing jalapenos, or double up on the disposable gloves!)
  • 1 large clove garlic, sliced
  • 2 ½ teaspoons unrefined, coarse salt (like celtic sea salt or kosher salt)
  • filtered water
  • one washed and rinsed 16-oz. mason jar with lid and band
  • zip-lock snack baggie
  • Extra brine for snack baggie: Put 1 ¼ tsp. of coarse salt into ½ cup filtered water and stir till dissolved. Set aside. (For larger quantities of peppers, mix 2 ½ tsp. coarse salt per 1 cup of filtered water. Set aside.)


  1. Place garlic, jalapenos (or any other hot peppers), and salt in a 16-oz. washed and rinsed mason jar (no need to sterilize with boiling method).
  2. Fill with filtered water, leaving about 1 inch of space at the top. Put on lid and band, and shake to dissolve salt. Open and pack down peppers under water.
  3. Place a small zip-lock snack baggie over the top of the peppers, and pour the extra brine into the bag, enough to fill to the top of the jar. Close the baggie, expressing the air. Close the lid, making sure the peppers and garlic are completely submerged. (The brine in the baggie is in case the bag leaks, so it won’t ruin your peppers.)
  4. Cover tightly with lid, then leave on the counter (away from direct sunlight) for 4 days, with a dish underneath, in case some liquid leaks. (If lid bulges too much, loosen to let it vent for a second, then tighten lid again, but it shouldn’t be necessary.)
  5. After 4 days, open lid over sink (because of pressure inside jar). Replace lid and place in refrigerator. (If you won’t be eating the peppers yet, keep the baggie in the top of the jar, to keep everything submerged.) Fermentation will be slowed down a lot with refrigeration, so the peppers will be good for quite a while. The hotness will mellow after sitting in the refrigerator for a while.
  6. Enjoy probiotic-rich fermented peppers with any meal! If you prefer, put peppers and the liquid in a blender to make a nice hot pepper sauce to go with meals.

After sliced peppers have been eaten, put probiotic-rich liquid in a squeeze bottle to pour over food as desired!

Reconciliation After Divorce

April 28, 2018

SCAN0541 bOnly God could heal my broken heart and restore my life, my marriage, and my family.

Steve and I were married 28 years when we decided to separate and eventually divorce.

We both made mistakes, and I grew more and more disheartened. My 50th birthday hit me like a ton of bricks, sending me spiraling deeply into depression. Studies have shown that women who were abused in their youth are at higher risk for depression leading up to and during menopause, and I had been physically abused throughout my childhood and teenage years.

Back then, all I could do was numb the pain. God delivered me from a world of drugs and dark despair at the age of 20 when I turned my life over to Him. I learned to forgive my parents, but I believe I still had lingering bitterness which I brought into my marriage.

Bitterness is a poison-tipped arrow piercing your own heart. It eats you alive from the inside out, even causing sickness and disease in the body. I believe I was projecting past hurt and bitterness onto my husband, and my health – mentally, physically and emotionally – declined. According to Hebrews 12:15, a root of bitterness springing up will cause trouble and defile many. When you’re bitter, everyone around you is impacted negatively, and in my case, it tore apart our marriage and family.

While separated and divorced, I discovered the grass was not greener on the other side, but brown and brittle. I was still depressed and filled with anxiety. I couldn’t sleep for weeks and months, feeling like I was losing my mind. I had lost self-confidence, and was filled with fear, which does indeed have torment (1 John 4:18). I still read my Bible and prayed, but felt like I was hanging on by a thread. I clung to God’s promise in Psalms 147:3, “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” I knew He would heal my broken heart … but how long would it take? I had seen countless miracles of healing and deliverance in my life, and I knew He would deliver me yet again.

In the summer of 2014, a friend texted me a link to a teaching and healing ministry. I clicked on it and listened with voracious hunger. The old proverb, “When the student is ready, the teacher appears,” came to life as I began to devour teachings every possible waking moment, flooding my mind with the light of God’s Word. I was coming to life again, as God restored my soul.


The miracle came unexpectedly. I started listening to a family series which turned out to be about marriage – something I wanted nothing to do with. In the middle of a teaching, God gave me revelation. In a moment of time, He showed me how destructive my divorce was – to my life, to Steve’s, to our marriage, our family, our extended families, our church, and even our local community. He showed me the things for which I had so much difficulty forgiving Steve were just mistakes he made … and they were forgivable.

In that moment, I genuinely forgave Steve, and God healed my broken heart. When God showed me the plank in my own eye (Matthew 7:3), I couldn’t even see the speck in Steve’s. I was filled with remorse and repentance for what I had done. When God gives repentance (2 Timothy 2:25), He also gives you an action to take, like “first be reconciled to your brother” in Matthew 5:24. I was suddenly filled with a sense of urgency to call Steve, tell him I repented, and ask his forgiveness. We hadn’t spoken for months, but I called and asked to have lunch with him.

We met the next day, and I explained what God showed me. I told him I repented and asked if he would forgive me. He said, “Yes.” When we got up to leave, something blurted out of my mouth which I hadn’t planned at all, “If you ever want to consider reconciliation, let me know.” We both stood there in silent shock at what I had said. He answered, “I’ll need to think about it.”

A few weeks later, Steve called and said he’d be willing to start dating again. We proceeded cautiously, with the help of a Christian counselor, learning to communicate openly with each other. The following spring we were married in the mountains of northeast Alabama, the setting of our first honeymoon over 31 years earlier.

We are now communicating on a deeper level than we ever thought possible, and have come to realize we are soul mates and best friends. It’s as if God helped us hit the “reset” button, with all things new in Christ (2 Corinthians 5:17). Is our marriage perfect? Well, if you bring two flawed people together, a perfect marriage it does not make. However, we can both attest our marriage is better than it ever was. Picture a triangle, with two imperfect people at each bottom corner, moving upward each side toward a perfect God. As each of them draws closer to God, they become more Christ-like, and draw closer to one another.

I now keep a gratitude journal and write in it every day. I have found this is a great key to happiness, eliminating any sense of victimhood or entitlement. I was once bitter and unthankful, blaming others for my discontent, but now understand I am the only one who can determine my own happiness – by remaining thankful. “Now thanks be to God who always leads us in triumph in Christ …” (2 Corinthians 2:14).Steve Judy wedding family

Reprinted from Go! Magazine Fall 2017


Scripture Valentines

February 13, 2018

Let Us Love One AnotherValentine’s Day back in grade school was often bittersweet. The kids with parents who cared and had the means were showered with enough tiny valentines and envelopes for the entire class. Others were able to bring in a handful to pass out to a few friends. Merciful teachers bought extra valentines to hand out to those who had none. As a result, popular kids were lavished with valentines, while the introverts shielded an obviously miniscule trove with their hands.

For the past few years I’ve passed out scripture valentines I made to anyone I encountered around Valentine’s Day. I can’t tell you how tickled I get with the reactions. I’ve never met anyone who didn’t at least let a small smile emerge. Others couldn’t thank me enough. Even those not familiar with the scriptures are happy to receive a valentine, no matter what it says. For some, I wonder if it’s the only valentine they’ll receive.

There are many free, printable valentines online, and I’d like to add mine to the mix. If you’re so inclined, feel free to print them up, cut them out, hand them to strangers … and enjoy the many reactions. For many who are exposed to so much negativity and criticism in this world every day, it’s comforting and encouraging to receive a gift … with a good word.

Have fun being a light in the darkness to those you encounter … and Happy Valentine’s Day!  Scripture Valentines 1  Scripture Valentines 2  Scripture Valentines Envelopes

Why Does God Allow Bad Things To Happen?

October 2, 2017

automatic weaponAt this writing, 58 are dead and over 500 wounded after the Las Vegas strip massacre. We pray for the grieving families and friends of those lost, and for the wounded fighting for their lives, which will never be the same.

Questions fill our hearts and the airwaves. How can we be safe going to any event? How was a man able to load his hotel room with heavy guns and ammunition? Wasn’t anyone aware of the descent of the gunman’s heart into darkness and evil?

Some will shake their fists at the heavens and cry, “What kind of God would allow this to happen?” “Why did He allow my husband / wife / mother / father / brother / sister / dear friend to die such a horrid death?” “Who wants a God like that?”

Sorrow and anger over such senseless violence are justified. However, before you lay fault at the feet of the Almighty God, know this – He is a God of love and light, in whom there is no darkness at all (1 John 1:5; 4:16). When He created mankind, He gave us the greatest gift – freedom. Freedom to choose to love Him. Freedom to focus on what is virtuous. Freedom to choose to hate him. Freedom to entertain evil imaginations. Freedom to yield ourselves to the god of this world, the prince of darkness, the father of lies, God’s arch-enemy, the devil, who holds the power of death (Hebrews 2:14).

This god of insatiable evil enslaves in darkness anyone who will let him. He makes them pawns to do his dark bidding. We may call it depression, psychosis, going off meds, despair or whatever, but underlying it all is the one who holds the power of death. He is relentless in deceiving people into falling for his damnable lies, blaming others for our misfortunes, and justifying evil acts of violence.

The true God of light who created us grieves greatly with us in our time of sorrow. This was not His will, and He did not “take” anyone. It is the devil who takes people in untimely death, and not the God and Father of the resurrected living Lord Jesus – who went around healing people and raising people from the dead. If it was ever God’s will to make someone suffer or to “take” them in a horrible, untimely death, then Jesus went around undoing the will of God.

It is time for men and women of God to take a stand for truth. Stop blaming God for everything that happens. Yes, He is sovereign, but don’t pervert the definition of sovereignty to mean that He is in control of everything and that nothing happens without His permission. That is a damnable lie, contrary to the scriptures – the Word of God.

Bad things happen, but it is because of the choices people make with the blessed freedom God gave to each of us – to honor Him with our liberty, or to choose evil imaginations, hatred, and the enslaving lies of Satan.

Jesus said in prayer about the scriptures, “Thy Word is truth” (John 17:17). There was a time in my life I didn’t believe in Jesus or the Bible at all. As far I was concerned, he was just a profound philosopher, and the scriptures were filled with allegories and fairy tales. But when I sat down to read the Bible, the God of this universe beckoned to my heart. He gave me a choice, whether or not to believe the claims his Son made. And I used my freedom to choose to believe.

Everyone has that choice. You are free to believe, or not to believe. I challenge you to read about Jesus in the Bible, and then decide. At least you’ll then be making an informed decision, and not a cowardly ignorant one.

God did not “allow” this to happen. He gave a man the freedom to choose, and that man chose murder, mayhem, and suicide. The devil celebrates this victory of darkness, and God grieves more than we can know. He grieves with the families and friends of those lost, and He stretches out His hand of healing to those wounded. Jesus is alive. He’s the healer of broken hearts and broken bodies. Healing is here. Choose healing … choose him.

Resurrection Power

September 28, 2017

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While pondering Ephesians 1:20 recently, the little word “when” set off fireworks in my mind.

Ephesians 1:19  And what is the exceeding greatness of his power to us-ward who believe, according to the working of his mighty power,

20  Which he wrought in Christ, when he raised him from the dead, and set him at his own right hand in the heavenly places,

21  Far above all principality, and power, and might, and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this world, but also in that which is to come:

This jarred my mind. Jesus had a lot of power when he walked the earth. He did even more extraordinary things after his resurrection, though, like changing his appearance, appearing and disappearing, etc.

God wants us to know “what is the exceeding greatness of his power to us-ward who believe, according to the working of his mighty power, Which he wrought in Christ, when he raised him from the dead … ”

God energized (“wrought” – put into operation) His mighty power in Christ when he raised him from the dead and set him at His own right hand in the heavenlies.

Yes, I thought (and still do think) that Jesus had a LOT of power during his earthly ministry. But now his heavenly ministry goes far beyond that. Instead of just being at one place at a time on the earth, he can now work within each of his saints via the Holy Spirit of Christ within. He ever lives to make intercession for each one of us. He gives gifts to the church — apostles, prophets, evangelists, pastors and teachers. He’s the mediator between God and man, and our advocate with the Father. All things are under his feet, and he presides over all the affairs of his Church.

It’s difficult to fathom the exceeding greatness of God’s power to usward who believe. I want to say, “Well, I have Christ’s power, but I don’t have his authority.” Yet, I can indeed walk with and in his authority, with the spirit working within. God is at work within me, both to will and to do of His good pleasure. He wants me to operate this exceeding great power which He energized in Christ in the resurrection.

Can this possibly be what Jesus was talking about when he said, “Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do …” (John 14:12)?


” … because I go unto my Father.” That happened when God “raised him from the dead, and set him at his own right hand in the heavenlies” (Eph. 1:20).

The term “resurrection power” has an entirely new meaning for me. I don’t fully comprehend it, but now I can begin to appreciate why Paul — who walked with extraordinary power — wrote in Philippians 3:10, “That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection … ” As much as Paul already knew, and as much power as he walked with, he still strove to know the Lord Jesus more deeply. He still wanted to know more deeply the power of his resurrection.

Just thinking about it … I am undone!

Dear Heavenly Father, please enlighten the eyes of our understanding that we may know Christ’s resurrection power in our lives!

Happy Resurrection … every day!

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