This morning I was struck by a sobering truth: knowing about God is not the same as knowing Him. I’ve read His names, heard His promises, and even recited them aloud. But head knowledge has never carried me through the storm—only His presence has. When the wind howled, He became my Refuge. When my heart broke, He proved Himself my Healer. When I felt surrounded, He came as my Deliverer. And when idols rose in my life, He revealed Himself as a Consuming Fire.  I’ve learned that trials are not barriers—they are invitations. God does not waste the fire; He uses it. Just as Moses trembled before the burning bush, Isaiah was undone at the altar, and Peter wept by the fire on the shore, I too have found that God’s flame refines rather than ruins. It doesn’t destroy—it prepares. But fire also demands a response. Holiness cannot be observed at a distance; it must be entered into with surrender.  For me, revival began when I finally stopped guarding my idols, my secrets, and my wounds. I laid them on the altar and let the fire fall. What once felt like shame, He covered with grace. What was fear, He replaced with peace. What lay in ashes, He transformed into beauty. And now I know—the fire does not come to consume me, but to consume what held me back.  Today I choose surrender over regret. I choose His flame over my chains. And I rise marked, not by my past, but by the hand of the Refiner.

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THE SECRETS THAT BIND

“For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest; neither any thing hid, that shall not be known and come abroad.” — Luke 8:17

Secrets are heavy chains in disguise. At first, they seem manageable—a hidden thought, a private indulgence, a concealed failure. But over time, what is hidden hardens into bondage. The soul grows weary, the heart becomes divided, and the joy of intimacy with God and others fades into shadows. Sin is never harmless when hidden—it multiplies in silence.

David’s story with Bathsheba is proof. For twelve months he lived in a fog of guilt. His psalm describes how his strength dried up, his soul groaned day and night, and the nearness of God felt like a weight instead of a refuge. That is what secrecy does—it drains life from the inside out. But the moment he broke the silence, when confession poured from his lips, grace rushed in. God never withholds mercy from the one who comes clean.

Satan knows this, which is why he hisses lies like: “If they knew, they’d reject you… If you confess, it’s over.” But the cross flips the script. Confession doesn’t end your story—it begins your healing. What you keep hidden robs you of peace. What you bring into the light, Jesus covers with His blood.

Think of the secret places in your life as locked rooms. Some may hold anger, shame, addiction, resentment, or hidden habits. Each locked door requires energy to keep shut. But when Christ is invited in, light floods the darkness, and the burden of guarding secrets disappears. The soul finally breathes.

Imagine dragging a suitcase everywhere you go. It’s packed with bricks, invisible to others but crushing to you. At first, you think you can manage it, but as years pass, it leaves you exhausted, bitter, and broken. Confession is setting that suitcase down at the altar, unzipping it in God’s presence, and watching Him replace every stone with His mercy.

Every secret you refuse to release becomes a foothold for the enemy. Every secret surrendered becomes a testimony of grace.

Prayer:  Lord, give me the courage to bring my secrets into Your light. Break the chains of silence that bind me. Let me trade my shame for Your mercy, my darkness for Your light, and my silence for a song of freedom.

Challenge: Confess one hidden sin to God today. If needed, share it with a trusted believer who can pray with you. Let go of the weight you’ve carried in secret, and let Christ carry it for you.

Carol Lawhead

Sheila Simmons – Surgery Tomorrow

James Parker

Kim McClain’s Mother 

Ann Stanley – Surgery Tomorrow

Andrea Nix– Friend of the Shellnutts

Angela Bryan’s Sister

Debbie Foskey – Home

Jessica Headrick – Pray As She Recovers From Surgery

Kim’s Sisters – Ann & Brenda  

Linda Mays – Rehab – Going Home Friday   

Danny Jarrard 

Darlene Wiggins

Doris Loyd

Dr. and Mrs. Davis

Eric Magnusson’s Mother

Eric Ward

Friend of Linda Hodge

Gayle Sparks

George & Linda Alexander 

James Burnette

James Garner

Jason Parker  

John McClain’s Mother

John Parillo

June Cronan’s Sister

June Davis

Kailey Bateman

Kathryn Raines

Lee Cronan

Lillianna Magnusson’s Mom

Linda Breedlove’s Sister – Sarah 

Lonzo Christian 

Lori Blount’s Mother

Mary Williams

Mary Williamson – Dana Jackson’s Mom

Mrs. Franklin 

Nora Allison

Rose Fuller – Pruitt-Monroe Nursing Home, Forsyth GA

Sadie Almand 

Scott Lanier 

Scotty Nix

Stephanie Seivers – Friend of the Shellnutts

Steve Michaels

Tom Witcher