Friends, there is going to be a time when we have had enough noise in our lives.

I know it’s hard to see what seems like evil is prevailing without judgment. But I am reminded of Psalm 91: 8
“Only with my eyes I will see the punishment of the wicked.”

That is a promise. But that shouldn’t mean we are to focus on it all the time. Doom scrolling the news, media and conspiracies is simply put, a distraction.

You can be aware, but be wise and guard your heart.

So, if you’re worried about it, and thinking…. “When will the truth come out, when will we see the wrong made right? When are these people going to be held accountable?”

I understand. I get roped into stuff sometimes, but then I think and ask God to place conviction on my heart if I start getting off track. It’s enticing to peek into the trappings of the conspiracies in this world.

Don’t you worry about it. It’s coming! The Lord knows! He certainly does!

Instead lift your head high, redemption is coming.

Focus on what God is calling you to do now, today.

A child of God doesn’t need to know everything that is going on behind closed doors in the world. We already know evil is present. We know things are kept hidden from us. We know things are unfair.

Be the example of the servant that is unflappable in the midst of chaos, uncertainty, and deception. You already know the truth where it counts the most.

Get into God’s Word! There will be a time God may call you to say something or do something at the right time, perhaps for someone who needs to hear the peace of God’s Word especially during these times.

Let us be reminded, we are not of this world. Fill your heart and mind with the things of God and His assignment and purpose for you.

Find a hobby, get outdoors, enjoy your present surroundings of God’s beauty. Be a blessing to others when they are feeling discouraged.

“I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.””
John 16:33 ESV

Ask God what is your assignment for today, not tomorrow, but today.

Blessings,
Paula
@CallToBattle

Testimony Tuesday

Folks, I keep seeing more and more video testimonials surrounding Charlie Kirk’s death and memorial.
I want to emphasize, this is not about Charlie Kirk…he was the catalyst for something greater.

This is about God moving, His Spirit moving through hearts of people who are grieving for a man that made a difference. What we are seeing is really people dying to self. Surrendering to something bigger than themselves. And realizing their need for a Savior. And for lukewarm Christians, to do more for the kingdom of God.

We saw how Charlie Kirk believed in His God.
He knew the risks, and did what he believed God called him to do.

Then…a miracle began. God had the last word.

We praise and worship our Lord God because He alone is worthy.
What a mighty God we serve!

Thank you Jesus!
May we continue to see the Holy Spirit work throughout the whole earth.

Hey friends I am reposting from @ThinMint channel a collaboration the Lord nudged us both about. Here is Kris's introduction post. I'm very excited and looking forward to having you join us as we pray for the heart of our nation in the coming weeks!🇺🇸🙏❤️

Blessings from the @CallToBattle Team

The ThinMint channel and the CallToBattle channel are pairing up to present our friends with an idea the LORD placed on our hearts at the same time.

We are designating Mondays as, “Vigilant Monday;” a time to pray and fast for our country.

This will kick-off on Monday, October 6th.

Each Monday Paula and I will take turns sharing what the week’s focus will be. We encourage you to share your prayers, songs, graphics, and encouraging words under the post.

We hope you join us, connecting with others who grieve for, but are hopeful for our country.


“Truly, I say to you, whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven. Again I say to you, if two of you agree on earth about anything they ask, it will be done for them by My Father in heaven. For where two or three are gathered in My name, there am I among them.”

Matthew 18:18-20

I love his enthusiasm!

https://youtu.be/1GDph15KeII?

Lyrics to the above song:

Only a Holy God
CityAlight

Who else commands all the hosts of heaven?
Who else could make every king bow down?
Who else can whisper and darkness trembles?
Only a Holy God

What other beauty demands such praises?
What other splendor outshines the sun?
What other majesty rules with justice?
Only a Holy God

Come and behold Him
The One and the Only
Cry out, sing holy
Forever a Holy God
Come and worship the Holy God

What other glory consumes like fire?
What other power can raise the dead?
What other name remains undefeated?
Only a Holy God

Come and behold Him
The One and the Only
Cry out, sing holy
Forever a Holy God
Come and worship the Holy God

Come and behold Him
The One and the Only
Cry out, sing holy
Forever a Holy God
Come and worship the Holy God

Who else could rescue me from my failing?
Who else would offer His only Son?
Who else invites me to call Him Father?
Only a Holy God
Only my Holy God

Come and behold Him
The One and the Only
Cry out, sing holy
Forever a Holy God
Come and worship the Holy God

Come and behold Him
The One and the Only
Cry out, sing holy
Forever a Holy God
Come and worship the Holy God
Come and worship the Holy God

Come and behold Him
The One and the Only
Cry out, sing holy
Forever a Holy God
Come and worship the Holy God

In collaboration with @ThinMint channel, today we kick off Vigilant Monday. Kris had mentioned the book by John Bevere. I've read this book and let me tell you, it will change you. Here is a short trailer about it.
https://youtu.be/-fzUVdV545A?

When I was little, I always thought Grandma was the best cook in the world. Her soups warmed the coldest days, her pies tasted like comfort itself, and her bread made the whole house smell like love.

One afternoon, I asked her why her food always tasted so much better than anyone else’s. She chuckled, wiped her hands on her apron, and said, “Because I put the secret ingredient in every recipe.”

I leaned in, wide-eyed. “What is it, Grandma?”

She tapped her chest with her wrinkled hand and whispered, “Love. That’s the only ingredient you can’t measure, but everyone can taste.”

At the time, I thought it was just one of her silly sayings. But as I grew older, I realized it wasn’t about cooking at all. It was about life.

Grandma’s love showed up in every little thing she did — the way she listened without rushing, the way she always had time for a story, the way she believed in me even when I didn’t believe in myself.

Now, whenever I cook for my own family, I find myself whispering her words: “Don’t forget the secret ingredient.” And I hope they can taste it too.

✨ Moral: Grandma’s wisdom reminds us that love is the true ingredient in everything that matters — in meals, in memories, and in the way we touch each other’s lives.☕️
~Restful~

My name’s David. I’m 81. My knees ache and my handwriting shakes, but every Wednesday, I still write letters. Not emails. Not texts. Just ink on paper, the way my father taught me.

For years, I wrote one letter a week to my neighbor, Mrs. Langley. She was 90. Her eyesight was poor, but she loved the sound of words read aloud. I’d slip the envelope under her door. Later, she’d sit by the window, wave her hand, and call out, ‘You make the day less lonely.’

Then, one Wednesday, her curtains stayed closed.

I knocked. No answer. The building manager told me she’d been taken to the hospital after a fall. No one knew when she’d come back.

I went home. Stared at my stack of empty envelopes. And then I kept writing.

But this time, I left the letters downstairs in the lobby. No name on them. Just a simple note: ‘If today feels heavy, take one.’

The next morning, half were gone.

By Friday, someone had slipped a postcard into my mailbox. A drawing of a cat. On the back it said: ‘Your letter made me smile. Thank you. — Apartment 3C.’

I didn’t know who lived in 3C.

The week after, someone else taped a little poem to the elevator door: ‘Your words feel like sunshine in the rain.’ Then, a child’s crayon drawing appeared in the lobby box: a stick figure holding an envelope, with the words ‘Letter Man.’

Soon, people began leaving their own notes. Recipes. Jokes. Encouragements. Some in neat noscript, some in messy handwriting, some just a single line: ‘I’m still here. You are too.’

It became a quiet circle of giving. No signatures. No expectations. Just kindness tucked into paper folds.

One month later, Mrs. Langley came home, walking carefully with a cane. She saw the little “letter box” in the lobby overflowing. She touched one note gently and whispered, ‘You kept writing.’

I handed her my newest letter. She laughed, eyes wet. ‘You always knew how to make the world less lonely, David.’

Now, every Wednesday, it’s not just me. Half the building writes. Some leave envelopes. Some leave drawings. Some leave nothing but take comfort in reading.

The postman even added a card once. He wrote, ‘I deliver mail all day, but this… this is the best route I’ve ever had.’

Last week, I saw a young neighbor tuck a note into the box. She told me quietly, ‘I don’t have family nearby. This feels like one.’

Here’s what I’ve learned:

Kindness doesn’t always need a voice. Sometimes, it’s just a piece of paper. A few words. A reminder: You matter.

It doesn’t have to be big. It just has to be given.

Because even the smallest note can carry the heaviest hope. And hope, when shared, has a way of finding its way back home.
~Restful~

Also an awesome way to spread the gospel.☕️