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
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
❤7
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?
https://youtu.be/-fzUVdV545A?
YouTube
The Awe of God: The Astounding Way a Healthy Fear of God Transforms Your Life — Official Trailer
Get my new book “The Awe of God” on Amazon: https://amzn.to/3ZPo4J6
Get my new book “The Awe of God” on Messenger International: https://store.messengerinternational.org/products/the-awe-of-god
__________________
If you look at the men and women in Scripture…
Get my new book “The Awe of God” on Messenger International: https://store.messengerinternational.org/products/the-awe-of-god
__________________
If you look at the men and women in Scripture…
❤9💯1
Forwarded from Filling Our Cups With Hope
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~
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~
❤24
Forwarded from Filling Our Cups With Hope
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.☕️
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.☕️
❤24🥰2
Forwarded from Daily Bible Devotionals
Media is too big
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
I will not quit
I will not give up
I’m tired, but still here
And God, I trust you, even when it hurts
@dailybibledevotionals
I will not give up
I’m tired, but still here
And God, I trust you, even when it hurts
@dailybibledevotionals
❤13🔥2
Testimony Tuesday
Good morning friends.
Today’s testimony is about carrying the root of bitterness.
I know that in my own heart I’ve had to deal with this problem personally.
There are truths in the following video that spoke to me and have had to learn over the years.
A quick personal testimony for me is when my stepfather passed away in July of 2019 I had thought I had dealt with unforgiveness and bitterness towards him for all the abuse myself and my siblings suffered with while growing up.
I thought those feelings would end with his death. It did not. I did forgive him several years prior after my mom passed, but there was still some lingering undefined roots of bitterness that surfaced every now and then.
A week prior to his death my stepfather asked for all of us kids and grandkids to gather around him because he stated he had something he wanted to tell us. We had all been there to help take care of him during his last days.
My expectation was that he was finally going to apologize for the way he treated us. In anticipation we sat in his living room and gave him our undivided attention to see what he had to say…it was not what I expected.
He began to tell us about a monument that he all wanted us to go visit off of hwy 395 in California. He shared a story about a tribe of native Americans who were unjustly slaughtered a long time ago. I couldn’t even tell you what tribe. He was telling us we should go there and visit the site that was located behind a gas station off the highway.
There was no apology. There was no repentance of any kind. There was no, “I love you.” There was no, “I’m so proud of you kids.”
Nothing.
Although we quietly listened, and respected him. His grandkids respectfully promised him they would visit the site when they returned to So California since it was on the way back from Nevada where he lived. (I never personally went to the site, because I lived in the opposite direction in the Pacific Northwest. Perhaps one day I will)
I was a little disappointed, but not surprised.
He passed away peacefully in his home July 31, 2019 . My sister and I were asleep when the aide came to wake us up and tell us he had passed.
Fast forward two years, and we were still cleaning up my parent’s estate. Though he left a large mess for us to deal with, I was forced to think about some painful memories during that time.
God began to remind me of the lingering unforgiveness I had in my heart. But, it was a process even when I thought I had completely forgiven him in the past long before he passed. My heart was still wounded, and exposed to those memories.
I wanted so badly to hear those words from the man who raised me since I was nine years old. But it never came.
When I saw this video, one of the freeing things I’ve heard was that, it is a process. The truth in this woman’s testimony hit home with me.
Forgiveness doesn’t always mean there will be reconciliation. The point is, being in bondage to bitterness will only torment you with no solution to be free. So, I knew what God wanted me to do. He’d rather I be reconciled to Him alone. I finally let my stepdad go. I was no longer a slave to him or the feelings I felt, nor the anger and bitterness.
What defines us is not our expectation of what we think we deserve when someone has wronged us, but what God has already done for us. He is enough!
My prayer for those of you that have suffered with unforgiveness or bitterness is that, allow God to do the heart surgery you need. He will take over your crushed heart of pain, and the torment of slavery to all that was wrong. It may be, that you will need to do this more than once, even daily for a while. But, had it not been for God to forgive our own sin, none of us would be any better. I pray you find true freedom from the bondage of bitterness and unforgiveness through the only burden lifter of God’s tender mercy and grace.
And yes, I know I am free because Jesus Christ did it for me.
Be at peace.
Blessings,
Paula
@CallToBattle
Good morning friends.
Today’s testimony is about carrying the root of bitterness.
I know that in my own heart I’ve had to deal with this problem personally.
There are truths in the following video that spoke to me and have had to learn over the years.
A quick personal testimony for me is when my stepfather passed away in July of 2019 I had thought I had dealt with unforgiveness and bitterness towards him for all the abuse myself and my siblings suffered with while growing up.
I thought those feelings would end with his death. It did not. I did forgive him several years prior after my mom passed, but there was still some lingering undefined roots of bitterness that surfaced every now and then.
A week prior to his death my stepfather asked for all of us kids and grandkids to gather around him because he stated he had something he wanted to tell us. We had all been there to help take care of him during his last days.
My expectation was that he was finally going to apologize for the way he treated us. In anticipation we sat in his living room and gave him our undivided attention to see what he had to say…it was not what I expected.
He began to tell us about a monument that he all wanted us to go visit off of hwy 395 in California. He shared a story about a tribe of native Americans who were unjustly slaughtered a long time ago. I couldn’t even tell you what tribe. He was telling us we should go there and visit the site that was located behind a gas station off the highway.
There was no apology. There was no repentance of any kind. There was no, “I love you.” There was no, “I’m so proud of you kids.”
Nothing.
Although we quietly listened, and respected him. His grandkids respectfully promised him they would visit the site when they returned to So California since it was on the way back from Nevada where he lived. (I never personally went to the site, because I lived in the opposite direction in the Pacific Northwest. Perhaps one day I will)
I was a little disappointed, but not surprised.
He passed away peacefully in his home July 31, 2019 . My sister and I were asleep when the aide came to wake us up and tell us he had passed.
Fast forward two years, and we were still cleaning up my parent’s estate. Though he left a large mess for us to deal with, I was forced to think about some painful memories during that time.
God began to remind me of the lingering unforgiveness I had in my heart. But, it was a process even when I thought I had completely forgiven him in the past long before he passed. My heart was still wounded, and exposed to those memories.
I wanted so badly to hear those words from the man who raised me since I was nine years old. But it never came.
When I saw this video, one of the freeing things I’ve heard was that, it is a process. The truth in this woman’s testimony hit home with me.
Forgiveness doesn’t always mean there will be reconciliation. The point is, being in bondage to bitterness will only torment you with no solution to be free. So, I knew what God wanted me to do. He’d rather I be reconciled to Him alone. I finally let my stepdad go. I was no longer a slave to him or the feelings I felt, nor the anger and bitterness.
What defines us is not our expectation of what we think we deserve when someone has wronged us, but what God has already done for us. He is enough!
My prayer for those of you that have suffered with unforgiveness or bitterness is that, allow God to do the heart surgery you need. He will take over your crushed heart of pain, and the torment of slavery to all that was wrong. It may be, that you will need to do this more than once, even daily for a while. But, had it not been for God to forgive our own sin, none of us would be any better. I pray you find true freedom from the bondage of bitterness and unforgiveness through the only burden lifter of God’s tender mercy and grace.
And yes, I know I am free because Jesus Christ did it for me.
Be at peace.
Blessings,
Paula
@CallToBattle
❤18🙏2
“See to it that no one falls short of the grace of God and that no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many.”
Hebrews 12:15
“For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.”
Galatians 5:1 ESV
Hebrews 12:15
“For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.”
Galatians 5:1 ESV
🙏9
Forwarded from Filling Our Cups With Hope
We say we trust God, but so often, we live like it all depends on us.
We try to control outcomes, protect ourselves from pain, and manage every detail so life won’t fall apart.
But the truth is, you were never meant to carry what only God can hold. And until you let go, you will never know the deep, unshakable peace that comes from choosing surrender over control.
And that type of surrender doesn’t come natural to us.
It’s the boldest act of faith. It says, “I believe Your will is better than mine, even when I don’t understand it.”
So I just wanted to set a little reminder for you today, that you don’t need to have all the answers about what’s ahead. You just need to hold fast to the One who goes before you.
Peace begins where striving ends, and trust takes over.
What you place in His hands, He strengthens. What you surrender, He sustains. And when you yield to His will, you find the rest that you have been searching for. ☕️
~Amy Klutinoty ~
We try to control outcomes, protect ourselves from pain, and manage every detail so life won’t fall apart.
But the truth is, you were never meant to carry what only God can hold. And until you let go, you will never know the deep, unshakable peace that comes from choosing surrender over control.
And that type of surrender doesn’t come natural to us.
It’s the boldest act of faith. It says, “I believe Your will is better than mine, even when I don’t understand it.”
So I just wanted to set a little reminder for you today, that you don’t need to have all the answers about what’s ahead. You just need to hold fast to the One who goes before you.
Peace begins where striving ends, and trust takes over.
What you place in His hands, He strengthens. What you surrender, He sustains. And when you yield to His will, you find the rest that you have been searching for. ☕️
~Amy Klutinoty ~
❤12🔥2
Forwarded from Lord, What Do You Want Me To Know Today?
Me: “Lord, what do You want me to know today?”
God: “Come to Me in earnest surrender, laying down at My feet all those things that hinder you from being available to Me when I call you to work on what I’ve given you to complete for My kingdom purpose in your lifetime.
“Trust Me to help you handle those things that slow you down and trip you up. I have better plans for you than to leave you stuck in a rut of just surviving; let Me show you the greater things you can accomplish with the very resources I’ve already given you. What I'm looking for in you is a heart of humble submission, willing to be shaped and molded by My hand, so that you may become more usable to Me and more resilient for the journey I intend to take you on.”
Ps. 84:12 (NIV) ~ “Lord Almighty, blessed is the one who trusts in you.”
God: “Come to Me in earnest surrender, laying down at My feet all those things that hinder you from being available to Me when I call you to work on what I’ve given you to complete for My kingdom purpose in your lifetime.
“Trust Me to help you handle those things that slow you down and trip you up. I have better plans for you than to leave you stuck in a rut of just surviving; let Me show you the greater things you can accomplish with the very resources I’ve already given you. What I'm looking for in you is a heart of humble submission, willing to be shaped and molded by My hand, so that you may become more usable to Me and more resilient for the journey I intend to take you on.”
Ps. 84:12 (NIV) ~ “Lord Almighty, blessed is the one who trusts in you.”
❤15🔥2
Welcome to our second week of the ACTS prayer model. This week we focus on Confession.
Again we want to direct you the helpful Bible Hub app.
Confession
After Adoration, the next step is Confession, acknowledging our sins and seeking forgiveness. Scripture emphasizes the seriousness of sin (Romans 3:23) and our need to repent. Confession fosters humility and openness before God: “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and righteous to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness” (1 John 1:9).
In (Daniel 9:5-6), Daniel’s prayer includes detailed confession of wrongdoing, demonstrating the necessity of honestly admitting guilt. Confessing sin is not simply recounting failures; rather, it is agreeing with God about our moral state and dependence on His grace, ultimately leading to restoration and fellowship. The manunoscripts of both the Old and New Testaments consistently highlight confession as an integral aspect of genuine prayer (see Leviticus 5:5, Psalm 32:5).
Again we want to direct you the helpful Bible Hub app.
Confession
After Adoration, the next step is Confession, acknowledging our sins and seeking forgiveness. Scripture emphasizes the seriousness of sin (Romans 3:23) and our need to repent. Confession fosters humility and openness before God: “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and righteous to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness” (1 John 1:9).
In (Daniel 9:5-6), Daniel’s prayer includes detailed confession of wrongdoing, demonstrating the necessity of honestly admitting guilt. Confessing sin is not simply recounting failures; rather, it is agreeing with God about our moral state and dependence on His grace, ultimately leading to restoration and fellowship. The manunoscripts of both the Old and New Testaments consistently highlight confession as an integral aspect of genuine prayer (see Leviticus 5:5, Psalm 32:5).
❤6