Echoes Of Emotion

Today’s devotional shook me. Not in a dramatic way — but in a deeply spiritual, deeply personal way. I was led straight to Ezekiel 36:26–27, and the moment I read it, something inside me stopped. I realized that this wasn’t just a verse… it was my story . “I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh. And I will put My Spirit within you and cause you to walk in My statutes.” — Ezekiel 36:26–27 These two verses are the heartbeat of the New Covenant — the promise of divine transformation, the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, and the miracle of grace that empowers us to walk in God’s ways. And today, God showed me that I have lived this prophecy. I Had a Heart of Stone — And I Didn’t Even Realize It A heart of stone isn’t loud. It isn’t dramatic. It isn’t obvious. It’s numb. It’s guarded. It’s self-protective. It’s the heart that survived pain, disappointment, trauma, and lies — especially the lies spoken over me in childhood. I didn’t know it was stone. I...

There are moments in life that shake you — not because of who was involved, but because of what was revealed. Yesterday was one of those moments for me. My husband is grieving the loss of his father. Six days. Six days of shock, stress, fear, and trying to figure out what our future looks like. Six days of watching the man I love carry a weight no one prepared him for. And in the middle of all that, something was suggested to me that stopped me in my tracks. I was told that the “right” way to respond to my husband’s stress was with yelling… gashing of teeth… slamming fists… chaos… intimidation… flesh-driven behavior. But let me tell you something: That is not of God. That is not who I am anymore. That is not how I treat my husband. That is not how I protect my home. I love my peace. My husband deserves peace — especially right now. The last thing he needs is a wife acting wild, destructive, or disrespectful while he’s grieving his father and trying to hold our life together. What wa...

✨ Ashley Marie's Testimony ✨ On May 29th at 3 AM, I checked myself into SFBH in Plant City because I had been suffering with severe abdominal pain for a month. The pain was under my breastbone & above my belly button — the same pain I’ve had before with ulcers. I knew something was wrong, & I knew I needed help. They admitted me immediately after a CT scan showed a mass blocking my pancreas &gallbladder, & they needed an MRI to investigate further. By 10 AM, I was already in the MRI room. After that, the doctors told me something was blocking my bile & pancreatic ducts. They didn’t know if it was gallstones. They started talking about removing my gallbladder & even reversing my Roux‑en‑Y gastric bypass. That terrified me. I didn’t get weight loss surgery because I was overweight — I got it because I had severe GERD, so bad they warned me it could turn into cancer. The bypass saved me. The thought of reversing it broke me. I cried & prayed, “God, pl...

  This season of my life has been all about learning to praise, worship, & put on the armor of God. Last season I asked Him to draw near to me, to build a real relationship with me — & He did. This season, He placed me in choir. Every Wednesday night is practice, & since April 19th I’ve been joining them on Sundays too. I love worship. I love being in His presence. I love that He trained me up for this moment. But last night at rehearsal… I felt discouraged. I invited Jesus with me like I always do, & He showed up like He always does. He even sent me another helper — Patricia — the sixth person He’s sent to me since joining choir. She helped me with music, let me use her phone because I forgot mine, & she was such a blessing. But even with all that, I felt like my singing was off key. I felt like everyone could tell. My throat hurt. I felt like I didn’t belong. I felt like I couldn’t sing a note. & I wanted to leave. I wanted to quit. & this wasn’t the e...

 Today marks a milestone in my son’s life — & in mine as his mother. Kayson walked through the door after his powwow camp trip, & the very first thing he asked me was: “Is it normal to cry during worship?” In that moment, I felt the presence of God so strongly I almost cried myself. Because I knew — my son didn’t just cry. He encountered God. For three days before he left, I prayed over him: • “Lord, touch the places in him that need healing.” • “Remind him he is loved.” • “Let him feel the Holy Spirit.” • “Bring him home changed, different, set apart.” • “Let him walk in like Jesus is in him.” And today, he told me: • “I was worshiping in full surrender.” • “I was praising.” • “I felt something.” God answered every single prayer. Even the 1:18 AM phone call — the one meant to confuse me, discourage me, and steal my peace — was exposed. I know who that little boy is he lives in two houses down from me. He hates when Kayson makes friends. Because Kayson has a...

Last night shook me in a way I didn’t expect. At 1:18 in the morning , my phone rang. A child’s voice. A child accusing my son — my Kayson — of saying the N‑word and cussing. My heart dropped. Embarrassment hit me like a wave. Disappointment wrapped around me like a heavy blanket. For a moment, I felt like I failed as a mother. For a moment, I felt shame trying to climb onto my shoulders. But then the truth came. My husband called the camp director — the adult who actually sees my son, not a child calling in the middle of the night. And the director said: “Kayson has been a joy to have.” “He’s been kind .” “He gave another child his pants so that boy wouldn’t be embarrassed.” That is my son. That is his heart. That is the fruit of what God is doing in him. One lie from the enemy tried to take root — and God kicked it straight back to hell. I will not bow to Satan’s accusations. I will not let shame parent my child. I will not let fear tell me who I am. And I w...