The Spirit had given me spiritual eyes to see in that moment. I reach out my hand, place it on her, and begin to pray. I didn’t have any magical words. I stumble through it, rambling a bit here and there, but trusting that the Lord is hearing my prayer. I pray for healing. I reiterate what the Spirit had just spoken to me. I rebuke any evil spirit of sickness in the name of Jesus to leave. I declare that she’s a daughter of the King, washed in His blood, and none of his enemies can touch her. I finish with praising Him for who He is and what He will do…

Brett and I may have walked a red carpet last month to celebrate the completion of a ten-year film project, Disciples in the Moonlight…

While we are awed by God’s grace and faithfulness and are privileged to be used by Him in this endeavor, it didn’t mean as much as another red carpet moment…

What would motherhood look like if I changed my perspective on the sinful heart struggles of my children? What if I viewed the bad and ugly, that very thing that is driving me crazy, as possibly the very thing that Jesus uses in them for His glory?