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Warren Lavallee is a follower of Yeshua with a passion for seeing the Body of Christ united in Spirit and truth. As the author behind 133.church, Warren writes to call believers into deeper fellowship with God and with one another, inspired by the heartbeat of Psalm 133. His writings are marked by a love for Scripture, a pursuit of holiness, and a longing for revival rooted in prayer and intimacy with the Lord. Warren believes that true unity comes when we seek the face of God together, laying aside every division for the sake of Christ. Through every essay, devotion, and prayer, he invites readers to pursue more of God and to live fully surrendered to His purposes. When Warren is not writing, you’ll find him engaged in prayer gatherings, speaking life into churches, and encouraging believers to walk faithfully with God. His greatest desire is to see the Church become one again — a living testimony of God’s glory in the earth.
Seek the Lord, The Pursuit

Life in the Father’s House

There Is No Place Better

“See how great a love the Father has given us, that we would be called children of God; and in fact we are!”
—1 John 3:1 (NASB)

Come home, beloved. There is no place better than Life in the Father’s House. The ache in your heart, the weariness in your bones, the battle in your mind—all of it finds peace in the Father’s house. You were not made for the far country. You were not designed to dwell among the swine of shame and regret. You were made for communion, for sonship, for joy. And that joy is not a fleeting feeling. It is the presence of the Father Himself.

There is healing, there is grace, there is joy, but there is the presence of the Father.

When the prodigal son arose and returned, he did not find a cold reception. He found a Father who ran. “But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion for him, and ran and embraced him and kissed him” (Luke 15:20, NASB). That is the image of the Father—watching, waiting, running to meet you before you even finish your apology.

When the Father sees you coming home, He doesn’t wait on the porch—He runs to embrace you. There is no place better. 🕊️

In the Father’s house, nothing is missing. “The Lord is my Shepherd, I will not be in need” (Psalm 23:1, NASB). You are not tolerated in His courts—you are treasured. Life in the Father’s House means the voices of condemnation cannot follow you into His presence. The accuser is silenced. “There is now no condemnation at all for those who are in Christ Jesus” (Romans 8:1, NASB).

And yet, the greatest gift of the Father’s house is not peace, or provision, or even pardon. It is presence. “Better is one day in Your courts than a thousand elsewhere” (Psalm 84:10, NASB). There is no place better, because there is no Person greater. He is the prize. His nearness is the treasure. In His presence, “is fullness of joy; in Your right hand there are pleasures forever” (Psalm 16:11, NASB).

You may feel unworthy. But your worth was never the price. The blood of Yeshua is. He gave Himself not only to rescue you from sin, but to bring you into the house again—to dwell, not visit. “For through Him we both have our access in one Spirit to the Father” (Ephesians 2:18, NASB). It is Life in the Father’s House that offers this belonging.

Don’t let shame keep you from the doorway. Don’t let failure chain you to the porch. The Father is not inside waiting for a cleaned-up version of you. He steps out to meet you, robe in hand, ring in reach. You do not need to earn your place—you need only to come. “The one who comes to Me I certainly will not cast out” (John 6:37, NASB).

In the Father’s house, every room holds redemption. Every corner echoes with songs of mercy. Every meal is a feast of restoration. And at the center of it all is the Father Himself—rejoicing over His children, dwelling among them. “I will be their God, and they will be My people, and I will dwell among them” (Revelation 21:3, NASB).

So stop running. Stop performing. Stop hiding. You were never created to live apart from Him. Come to the place where the lights never go out, where the door never closes, where love never leaves. Come to the Father’s house and experience the true essence of Life in the Father’s House.

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O house of my Father, Your gates call me near,
Where mercy flows freely and love casts out fear.
Your voice I will follow, Your presence my song—
In the home of my God, forever I belong.

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Prayer

Father, I hear You calling. I know the world cannot give me what You already have prepared for me. I let go of my shame, my striving, my sorrow. Wash me in Your mercy. Cover me in Your love. Let me live not as a wanderer, but as Your child—resting, rejoicing, and returning to You daily. Let my heart stay anchored in Your presence. There is no place better. In Yeshua’s holy name, Amen.

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La Vida en la Casa del Padre: No Hay Lugar Mejor

“¡Mirad cuán gran amor nos ha otorgado el Padre, para que seamos llamados hijos de Dios; y eso somos!”

—1 Juan 3:1 (NBLA)

Vuelve a casa, amado. No hay lugar mejor. El vacío en tu corazón, el cansancio en tus huesos, la batalla en tu mente—todo encuentra paz en la casa del Padre. No fuiste creado para el país lejano. No fuiste diseñado para habitar entre los cerdos de la vergüenza y el remordimiento. Fuiste hecho para la comunión, para la filiación, para el gozo. Y ese gozo no es una emoción pasajera. Es la presencia del Padre mismo.

Hay sanidad, hay gracia, hay gozo, pero está la presencia del Padre.

Cuando el hijo pródigo se levantó y regresó, no encontró una recepción fría. Encontró a un Padre que corrió a su encuentro. “Y cuando todavía estaba lejos, su padre lo vio y sintió compasión por él; y corrió, se echó sobre su cuello y lo besó” (Lucas 15:20, NBLA). Esa es la imagen del Padre—vigilando, esperando, corriendo a encontrarte antes de que termines tu disculpa.

En la casa del Padre, no falta nada. “El Señor es mi pastor, nada me faltará” (Salmo 23:1, NBLA). No eres tolerado en Sus atrios—eres atesorado. Las voces de condenación no pueden seguirte hasta Su presencia. El acusador es silenciado. “Por tanto, ahora no hay condenación para los que están en Cristo Jesús” (Romanos 8:1, NBLA).

Y sin embargo, el mayor regalo de la casa del Padre no es la paz, ni la provisión, ni siquiera el perdón. Es Su presencia. “Mejor es un día en Tus atrios que mil fuera de ellos” (Salmo 84:10, NBLA). No hay lugar mejor, porque no hay Persona mayor. Él es el premio. Su cercanía es el tesoro. En Su presencia, “hay plenitud de gozo; en Tu diestra, deleites para siempre” (Salmo 16:11, NBLA).

Puede que te sientas indigno. Pero tu valor nunca fue el precio. La sangre de Yeshúa lo es. Él se entregó no solo para rescatarte del pecado, sino para traerte de vuelta a la casa—para habitar, no solo visitar. “Porque por medio de Él los unos y los otros tenemos nuestra entrada al Padre en un mismo Espíritu” (Efesios 2:18, NBLA).

No dejes que la vergüenza te detenga en la puerta. No dejes que el fracaso te encadene al umbral. El Padre no está adentro esperando una versión pulida de ti. Él sale a tu encuentro, túnica en mano, anillo al alcance. No necesitas ganarte tu lugar—solo necesitas venir. “Al que viene a Mí, de ningún modo lo echaré fuera” (Juan 6:37, NBLA).

En la casa del Padre, cada habitación guarda redención. Cada rincón resuena con cánticos de misericordia. Cada comida es un banquete de restauración. Y en el centro de todo está el Padre mismo—regocijándose por Sus hijos, habitando entre ellos. “Y oí una gran voz que decía desde el trono: ‘El tabernáculo de Dios está entre los hombres, y Él habitará entre ellos; y ellos serán Su pueblo, y Dios mismo estará entre ellos’” (Apocalipsis 21:3, NBLA).

Así que deja de huir. Deja de actuar. Deja de esconderte. Nunca fuiste creado para vivir lejos de Él. Ven al lugar donde las luces nunca se apagan, donde la puerta nunca se cierra, donde el amor nunca se va. Ven a la casa del Padre.

Faith

Peace in the Storm

Why Jesus Slept Through the Chaos

In Matthew 8:23–27 (AMP), we witness something both startling and beautiful—Jesus sleeping in the storm. While waves rise and seasoned fishermen cry out in fear, Yeshua remains at rest. His sleeping wasn’t neglect—it was the stillness of perfect authority.

Picture it: the boat is rocking like a cradle in a hurricane. The disciples are soaked, shouting, gripping the sides, probably losing track of which way is up—and Yeshua? He’s asleep. Not meditating. Not pretending. Actually asleep. The kind of sleep you only get when you’re completely unbothered.

Let that settle in.

“And suddenly a violent storm arose on the sea, so that the boat was being covered by the waves; but Jesus was sleeping” (Matthew 8:24 AMP). There’s a holy irony here. The disciples thought they were dying, but the Lord of heaven was catching a nap in the bow. His slumber wasn’t careless—it was confident. He wasn’t ignoring them. He just wasn’t worried.

And that’s the heart of this passage. Jesus isn’t just Lord when the sea is calm—He’s Lord while it’s raging. His peace doesn’t come after the storm ends. His peace walks into the chaos, lies down in the middle of it, and dares the wind to challenge His authority. This demonstrates how Jesus Sleeps in the Storm, illustrating His unwavering peace.

The disciples didn’t yet understand this. “Lord, save us, we are going to die!” (v. 25). It wasn’t just a prayer—it was panic wrapped in a plea. And when He got up, He didn’t start with the storm. He started with their hearts: “Why are you afraid, you men of little faith?” Then He turned to creation and told the winds and waves to be still.

And they obeyed.

The same voice that shaped the oceans in Genesis now speaks to their fury and brings “a great and wonderful calm” (v. 26). Not a pause. Not a break. A complete, glorious stillness. Because when Jesus speaks, even storms kneel.

But don’t miss what changed first: not the weather, but the disciples’ view of Him. “What kind of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey Him?” (v. 27). That’s the real revelation here. He didn’t just calm the sea—they saw His majesty in a new light. Faith grows best in stormy soil—that’s the essence of Jesus Sleeps in the Storm.

We’re all going to face storms. Some hit hard and fast. Others drag on, wave after wave. But the question is the same: do you believe the One in your boat is greater than the storm around it? Do you believe that He can rest, not because He doesn’t care, but because He already reigns?

“Peace I leave with you; My [perfect] peace I give to you… Do not let your heart be troubled, nor let it be afraid” (John 14:27 AMP). That kind of peace doesn’t come from the world. It comes from the One who sleeps through storms because He already holds the outcome.

The next time you’re panicking and wondering where God is, remember this scene. He’s not pacing the deck—He’s resting in full authority. Jesus Sleeps in the Storm, showing us that’s your Savior. That’s your King.

So go ahead and wake Him with your prayer—but don’t forget to let His peace wake something in you too.

The waves may crash, the wind may roar,
But Christ asleep is peace and more.
His calm rebukes my anxious cry—
He reigns beneath the storm-tossed sky.

Prayer

Yeshua, I admit it—I panic easily. When life crashes over me, I forget who is in the boat. But You are not overwhelmed. You are not shaken. You rest in power, and I want that kind of peace. Speak over my storms today. Teach me to trust not in what I see, but in who You are. I welcome Your authority, Your stillness, and Your humor in my chaos. Let Your peace flood every place where fear once lived. In Your name, amen.

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Prayers

True Prayer and the Cross

Crawling onto the Altar of Surrender

Beloved, hear me: true prayer does not begin with words. It begins when the soul bends low and the heart breaks open before the Lord.

Many pray, but few surrender. We talk much. We ask much. But the kind of prayer that moves Heaven is the kind that empties the self. It is not polished. It is not always eloquent. But it is raw, real, and costly. True prayer is born at the foot of the Cross. And it demands something of you.

When Yeshua said, “If anyone wishes to follow Me, he must deny himself, take up his cross daily, and follow Me” (Luke 9:23 NASB), He was not inviting you into comfort. He was calling you to die. Not once, but daily. He was calling you to the altar.

This is where true prayer and the cross meet.

You must crawl up on your own cross. Not just to endure hardship, but to lay down your will. To crucify the flesh, silence your striving, and say with Yeshua in the garden, “Not My will, but Yours be done” (Luke 22:42 NASB). This is the language of true prayer.

We don’t often speak of the cross like this. We prefer victories, blessings, open doors. But the Cross is the door. And the way into the presence of El Shaddai is paved with surrender.

Have you crawled up there lately? Have you died again today?

True prayer sounds less like petitions and more like groans. It is the Spirit interceding for you “with sighs too deep for words” (Romans 8:26 AMP). When you run out of things to say, you begin to pray rightly. The altar of your heart catches fire when the wood of your pride is broken.

This is where Heaven leans in.

Prayer is not for the strong. It is for the weak. The weary. The ones who have tried everything else and found it lacking. Prayer is the cry of the desperate soul. It is not a technique, but a surrender. Not a ritual, but a sacrifice. When you offer up your reputation, your plans, your comfort—He meets you there.

God honors the altar. Always.

Your tears become incense (Revelation 5:8). Your silence becomes worship. Your groan becomes thunder in the throne room. And the Father—who sees in secret—draws near to the broken and contrite (Psalm 51:17 AMP).

If you are wondering why you feel distant from Him, ask yourself: have you died today? Have you laid it all down? Or are you still clutching your own will, your own strength, your own script?

Beloved, crawl up again. Let it all go. And meet Him there.

He does not ask for perfect words. He asks for a laid-down life. The Cross is not just where Yeshua died—it is where you must die so that He might live in you.

“I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me” (Galatians 2:20 NASB).

This is not a metaphor. It is your invitation. True prayer is your cross. And the fire falls on sacrifice.

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Upon the altar still I lay,
My pride now ashes swept away.
No crown I wear, no boast I bring—
Just thirsting for my risen King.

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Closing Prayer:

Father, teach me to pray by way of the Cross. Let me not come with empty words, but with emptied hands. I crawl up on the altar again. Not with fear, but with longing. Burn away all that is false. Strip me of self. Let my groans rise like incense. Let Your Spirit pray through me. I do not want a form of godliness without power. I want You. All of You. More of You and less of me. Meet me on the Cross. In Yeshua’s name, Amen.

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Faith

When God Speaks, Stand in Faith

If you know me personally, you know I sometimes say things others won’t. Some are hard truths; others are simply fresh perspectives on common situations. What follows is one of those hard things. It speaks to the tension between obeying what you believe God has spoken and facing the disagreement of others—especially when those others are people of faith.

Beloved, when God speaks to you—when His whisper ignites something deep within, when your heart leaps and faith awakens—you must not shrink back. Do not let the voice of doubt, even when it comes clothed in religious garments, silence the voice of your Shepherd. Stand in faith when God speaks.

“My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me” (John 10:27, NASB).

Search my heart O God
I trust you Lord

This isn’t about arrogance. It’s not about being stubborn. It’s about trusting the One who called you, the One who formed you, the One who knit you together for such a time as this. When the Holy Spirit breathes something into your spirit, and you test it by His Word, and you know it aligns—then stand. Stand in faith when God speaks, believing His guidance completely.

Others may disagree. They may say you’re wrong. They may question your hearing, your motives, your understanding. Some may even do it in the name of discernment. But hear this: God does not need a committee to confirm His voice. He is the same God who spoke to Elijah in the cave, not through earthquake or fire, but in a still small voice (1 Kings 19:11–12). He speaks in ways that bypass human reasoning and go straight to the heart.

“We must obey God rather than men” (Acts 5:29, NASB).

You don’t follow the crowd. You follow Yeshua, your Good Shepherd. Even if you walk alone, you are not alone. “The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want… Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me” (Psalm 23:1,4, NASB).

Test what you’ve heard. Yes. Bring it before Him again. Ask: “Lord, was that truly You?” He will not rebuke your humility. He will confirm His word through His Spirit, His Word, and His peace.

“Do not quench the Spirit, do not despise prophetic utterances. But examine everything carefully; hold firmly to that which is good” (1 Thessalonians 5:19–21, NASB).

If after testing, your spirit still burns with the flame He lit, stand in faith. Don’t let man talk you out of a God-ordained word. Don’t exchange the voice of Heaven for the applause of earth. Stand in faith when God speaks, ensuring you’re aligned with His will. You weren’t called to please men. You were called to obey the Lord.

“Without faith it is impossible to please God” (Hebrews 11:6, NASB).

“Faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of Christ” (Romans 10:17, NASB).

If you heard Him, and His Word confirms it, and the fruit leads to righteousness and obedience, then obey. Though you may be misunderstood. Though you may be accused. Though you may be alone in the doing—God stands with you.

Think of Noah. He built when it had never rained. Think of Mary. She said “yes” when it made no earthly sense. Think of Paul. He followed a vision that turned his whole world upside down. If they had waited for consensus, they would have missed the call.

Beloved, stand in faith when God speaks.

You are not crazy. You are not rebellious. You are not deluded. If you have tested the word, humbled yourself, and still know it’s Him—walk it out in obedience.

But if those who question you are the leaders of your local church, pause and weigh their counsel with humility. “Obey your leaders and submit to them—for they keep watch over your souls as those who will give an account” (Hebrews 13:17, NASB). God often uses spiritual authority to refine us—not to silence His voice, but to shape our character in how we carry it. If your word is from Him, it will withstand testing. Bring it back before the Lord in prayer and fasting. Seek peace, not pride. If your leaders walk in truth and godliness, heed them carefully. But if their opposition is rooted in fear or control, and your conviction remains, then like Peter, you must say gently, “We must obey God rather than men” (Acts 5:29, NASB). Do not stir division, but walk quietly, faithfully, and in step with the Spirit. God honors the one who walks in both truth and love.

He is your reward. He is your audience. He is your guide.

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You whispered, and I woke—
The thunder of men behind me,
But the silence of God before me.
Yet I will not turn back.
Your voice is enough.

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Let Us Pray

Father, give Your servant strength to stand in the word You have spoken. Let no voice be louder than Yours. Confirm what You have said by Your Spirit, and give peace that surpasses all understanding. When others rise to challenge, let faith rise stronger. Teach us to walk in humility, but never in doubt. May we live to please You, not man. Let every step be in obedience to Your call. In the name of Yeshua, Amen.

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Return

Return to the Lord Who Holds All Things

Romans 11:33–36, AMP

Return to the Lord. You have wandered long enough. You have tried to make sense of life through your own eyes, to map out mysteries with your mind—but the deeper you search, the more you realize: His ways are higher, His wisdom deeper, His presence nearer than you thought. Scripture cries out like a trumpet in this hour: “Oh, the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unfathomable are His judgments and how untraceable are His ways!” (Romans 11:33, AMP).

Do you not see? You were never meant to carry the weight of your own understanding. The Lord is not a puzzle to solve but a King to behold. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.” (Proverbs 3:5–6, NASB). Yet how many have traded trust for control? How many have exalted their own insight above God’s perfect wisdom, forgetting to return?

“He looked at me—not past me. Not through me. At me.” On the shore of grace, Peter meets the eyes of mercy and knows—He came back for me.

It is time to repent—not just from sin, but from self-sufficiency. “For who has known the mind of the Lord, or who has been His counselor?” (Romans 11:34, AMP). He is not waiting for your advice. He is calling for your surrender. The world tempts us to build kingdoms of knowledge, towers of self-made success—but the Spirit says, return. Return to the awe. Return to the trembling. Return to the wonder of a God whose ways are not like ours.

We often seek to give to God as though we must earn His favor, as if He owes us something in return. But the Word exposes this folly: “Who has first given to Him that it would be paid back to him?” (Romans 11:35, NASB). He is not your debtor—He is your Deliverer. What gift could you offer that He has not already provided? What return could you make for grace that was freely poured out at the cross of Yeshua?

So come now, weary one. Lay down your striving and your spiritual pride. Kneel before the God who holds galaxies in His hands and still remembers your name. “From Him and through Him and to Him are all things.” (Romans 11:36, AMP). That includes you. Your story started in His heart. Your breath comes from His Spirit, and your destiny is to return to His throne.

The prophet Isaiah declared, “To whom then will you compare God? Or what likeness will you compare with Him?” (Isaiah 40:18, NASB). The answer is none. There is no one like Him. And when the Lord reveals His greatness, the only response is worship. Not half-hearted songs, not routines in the flesh, but worship that flows from a heart undone.

Even now, the Lord is calling His people back—not to religion, not to routine, but to Himself. “Yet even now,” declares the Lord, “Return to Me with all your heart, and with fasting, weeping, and mourning; and tear your heart and not merely your garments.” (Joel 2:12–13, NASB). He does not want your performance—He wants your heart making a return to Him.

Let the Church be silent before Him again. Let the self-confident be humbled, and the broken be lifted. Let the lukewarm be set ablaze by the fire of His holiness. For the days are short, and His return draws near. “From Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be the glory forever. Amen.” (Romans 11:36, AMP).

So return to the Lord. Not later. Now.

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You are the fountain, I was dry,
You are the Shepherd, I walked by,
But now I run, I fall, I cry—
Lord, take me home, to live, not die.

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Prayer

Holy Father, I return. I have wandered in my own wisdom and worn myself with striving. But now I bow. You are God alone—unsearchable in Your wisdom, unstoppable in Your ways, and unmatched in Your glory. I give You everything, for everything comes from You. Let me walk in awe again. Let worship rise in me again. Let all I am return to You, now and forever. In the name of Yeshua, Amen.

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Devotion to God

Return to the Garden

“My beloved responded and said to me, ‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come away.’”
—Song of Songs 2:10 (AMP)

You were not made for the wilderness of striving or the bitterness of regret.

You were not formed to dwell among thorns, away from the voice that once called you by name.

You were made for the garden—a place of intimacy, communion, and holy delight.

And the Lord is calling you once more: Return to the garden.

He has not moved. He has not forgotten.

Your Beloved still walks in the cool of the day, waiting for you to meet Him among the lilies.

But your heart, weighed down by shame or dulled by distraction, lingers outside the gate.

Still, His voice breaks through: “Return to Me, for I have redeemed you.” (Isaiah 44:22, AMP)

The garden is not a place; it is a Person.

It is where your heart is fully alive in the presence of El Shaddai, the Almighty God.

It is where He speaks, and your soul awakens.

Where His Word is not just read but received like kisses on the lips of your spirit.

It is where your tears are caught and your laughter is holy.

Have you forgotten what it feels like to be near Him?

To walk without fear? To sing without shame?

To let Him call you “Mine”—not because you are worthy, but because He is merciful?

The Gardener Still Waits

“I went down to the orchard of nut trees to see the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vine had budded or the pomegranates had bloomed.”
—Song of Songs 6:11 (NASB)

He is the Gardener of your soul.

And though the soil may feel dry and the branches bare, He still walks among the rows of your life looking for fruit.

He prunes, not to punish, but to prepare.

He digs, not to destroy, but to plant something beautiful again.

You have wandered in deserts long enough.

You have fed on crumbs and called them enough.

But now, return to the garden.

Return to the place of His delight in you.

Return to the One whose love is stronger than death, whose jealousy is unyielding as Sheol. (Song of Songs 8:6)

He Has Never Stopped Loving You

You may feel like you’ve gone too far.

But listen: you cannot outpace the love of Yeshua.

His love has followed you through every shadow, through every night you cried yourself to sleep.

He remembers the days you sang to Him when no one else saw.

He remembers the vows you made in your youth.

He does not forget.

He says to you, “I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have drawn you with lovingkindness.” (Jeremiah 31:3, NASB)

This is your invitation.

To lay aside the shame and the striving.

To stop pretending and start abiding.

To leave the camp and come to the garden.

Where He waits with eyes full of fire and arms open wide.

Return, Beloved

The winds are shifting. The fig tree is blooming.

He stands behind your wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice. (Song of Songs 2:9)

He is not a memory. He is not a myth.

He is alive, and He is calling you to come away with Him.

Return to the garden.

Return to love that never lets go.

Return to the only One who has ever truly known you, and yet still calls you beautiful.

Come back not just for comfort, but for communion.

Not for safety, but for surrender.

He is not angry—He is eager.

He is not condemning—He is crying out.

The thorns that pierced His brow have opened the gate again.

Now is the time. This is the hour.

Return to the garden.

Prayer

O my Beloved,

I have wandered far, yet You have never turned Your face from me.

You have stood in the garden of my soul, whispering my name while I ran from Your gaze.

But today, I return. Not to earn, not to strive—but to rest in Your love.

Let me hear Your voice again. Let me feel the nearness of Your Spirit.

Remove every vine of fear and shame.

Plant again the seeds of joy and wonder in me.

I am Yours, fully and forever.

Lead me back to the garden.

Amen.

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Return

Dry Bones, Holy Fire

Picture this: A vast, dry valley—scattered with the bones of saints who once burned with fire. Altars cold. Eyes dim. Prayers shallow. The wind is still, and silence hangs like a veil. Amidst this, envision dry bones holy fire rising.

But suddenly, from the east, a whisper.

From the west, a stirring.

From the north and the south, a groaning deep within the bones, where dry bones holy fire begins to stir.

The breath of God is coming.

Church of the Living God, rise to attention—this is not a suggestion, this is a summons. This is a voice crying in the wilderness of complacency. This is a prophetic trumpet shaking the walls of slumber.

“The Lord your God is in your midst, a Mighty One, a Savior [Who saves]! He will rejoice over you with joy; He will rest in His love and make no mention of past sins; He will exult over you with singing.”
—Zephaniah 3:17 (AMP)

O Bride of Christ, your Beloved walks among you. He is not silent in indifference, but silent in satisfaction—longing for your return. And when you do, He will sing over you. Do you not see? Your repentance becomes His rejoicing. Your trembling becomes His melody.

But where is the trembling?

Where is the fear of the Lord that once marked the sanctuary? Can the dry bones holy fire revive this fear?

Where are the tears that once stained the altars—not because of pain, but because of His presence?

Church, you have not been called to blend in. You were born of the Spirit, raised by the Word, and commissioned by fire. You were meant to live in holiness, not entertain sin. You were meant to walk in power, not in form without force.

So hear now the call: Return to the Living God!

This is not about style.

This is not about tradition.

This is about presence—the tangible weight of the glory of God that makes knees buckle and mouths fall silent in awe, lighting the dry bones holy fire once more.

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The Spirit of the Lord says:

“Prophesy to these bones, and say to them, ‘O dry bones, hear the word of the Lord!’”
—Ezekiel 37:4 (NASB)

O Church, your bones are not dead—they are dry. And dryness is not final. It is the sign that the wind must blow again.

So we call to the east: Blow, Breath of God!

We call to the west: Stir what has settled!

To the north and the south: Break the silence with the roar of revival!

Let the holy fire fall—not upon stone, but upon surrendered flesh. Let the altars be rebuilt, not with programs and policies, but with purity and praise. Let pastors weep again. Let prophets burn again. Let worshippers tremble again. Let the body be one again, filled with the same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead.

“Return to Me,” declares the Lord of armies, “and I will return to you.”
—Malachi 3:7 (NASB)

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An Apostolic Charge:

  • Apostles—rise in boldness. Lay the foundation of repentance and truth again.
  • Prophets—speak not to please, but to pierce.
  • Evangelists—run to the lost, but cry out to the sleeping saints.
  • Pastors—shepherd with tears, not pride.
  • Teachers—wash the Bride with the water of the Word, without mixture.
  • Saints—this is your hour. Not to observe, but to burn.

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Let bones that once lay in the dust,
Now rise with fire anew.
Let every cry of “Holy!” ring
With power strong and true.
O Breath of God, sweep through this house,
And claim Your Church once more—
We live again, by mercy stirred,
To worship and adore.The dry bones holy fire echoes through the congregation.

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A Prayer to Plant in Faith

Lord Yeshua,
We have grown dry.
We have filled our altars with noise, but not with fire.
We repent for every form without substance, every song without surrender.
Blow upon us again, Ruach Elohim.
Ignite our pulpits, our prayer rooms, our gatherings, our homes.
Let us burn with a holiness that purifies and a love that overflows.
We return to You—not with words only, but with trembling hearts.
Breathe on us, and we will live.
In Your Name, we rise. Amen.

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Personal Holiness

Cleansed and Delivered by His Love

“If My people, who are called by My Name, humble themselves and pray…”
— 2 Chronicles 7:14a (NASB)

Beloved, this is the hour. The voice of the Lord calls not to the stranger but to His people — those who are called by His Name, who know His mercy, who sing His praises on Sunday but carry hidden burdens through the week. This word is for you. You can be cleansed and delivered by His love.

For many who read this, it has been weeks — even months — since your heart was truly laid bare before God. Not a whispered apology or a fleeting conviction, but deep, holy repentance — the kind that breaks the soul and heals it in the same breath. You’ve grown used to His grace, but distant from His presence. You have allowed sin to remain where surrender once dwelled. And still… He calls you, offering cleansing and deliverance through His love.

“If My people… humble themselves and pray…” (2 Chronicles 7:14a). This is not a suggestion — it is a rescue. A way back. A path of return. And today is the day.

Do not harden your heart. The Lord is near, not with wrath, but with mercy, longing to restore what sin has dulled, and offering you to be cleansed and delivered by His love. He removes your transgressions as far as the east is from the west (Psalm 103:12). He blots them out and remembers them no more (Isaiah 43:25). He is quiet in His love, resting in joy over your return (Zephaniah 3:17). He is not angry at your coming — He is rejoicing.

But you must come humbly. Lay down your defenses, your excuses, your pride. Let the Holy Spirit show you what He has longed to cleanse. Don’t delay. Don’t wait for a more convenient moment. This is the appointed time of mercy. Let nothing remain hidden. Bring it all to the foot of the cross, where every soul is made equal — where all fall short, and all can be made whole, cleansed, and delivered by His love.

You may feel unworthy. You may wonder if He’ll receive you again. Hear the truth: every word He has spoken is true. He has been faithful to every covenant, even when you were not. The cross still stands. The blood still speaks. It is enough.

So come.

Pray with your whole heart:

“Father, I come as I am — not clean, but willing. I humble myself and confess every sin You reveal. I plead the blood of Yeshua over my life. Wash me. Free me. Teach me to walk in Your truth. Grant me strength to turn from wickedness, wisdom to walk in holiness, and faith to believe you are enough. In Yeshua’s name, amen.”

Now stand. Let the shame fall off of you. Let the guilt break like chains. You are cleansed and delivered by His love. You are not who you were. You are not what you did. You are now who He calls you: forgiven, redeemed, beloved.

And now, look around. You are not alone. We are one Body, bought with one price, washed in one river of blood. There is no place for pride or comparison here. Let the Church arise in unity, not divided by judgment or spiritual arrogance, but joined in humble worship and truth.

As it is written, “There is one body and one Spirit… one Lord, one faith, one baptism”(Ephesians 4:4–5). Let us walk together, fully alive, fully clean, and fully His.

Today is the day. Return to the Lord. Be cleansed. Be delivered. Be restored by His love.

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How long I walked with sin inside,
With quiet lips and lifted pride.
But mercy called, and I fell low—
And found a love I did not know.
Now free I stand, my heart made new,
And walk with saints, in robe and truth.

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Intimacy

Radiant with God’s Presence

When Moses descended from Mount Sinai, Scripture says, “he was not aware that the skin of his face was shining [with a unique radiance] because he had been speaking with God”(Exodus 34:29, AMP). His glow was not cosmetic, nor was it a symbol of status. It was the natural consequence of prolonged communion with the Almighty, making him radiant with God’s presence. And though his lips were silent in that moment, his face preached holiness with unmistakable power.

So it is with all who dwell in the secret place of the Most High. They become radiant—not with ego or charisma—but with the nearness of God. They do not strive to be seen, yet the atmosphere around them burns with conviction, and they shine radiant with God’s presence. The prophets had it. The apostles carried it. That sacred aura that silences the room and draws the soul to repentance.

When Peter stood before the Sanhedrin, they perceived something unusual. “Now when they saw the boldness of Peter and John… they were amazed, and began to recognize them [as] having been with Jesus” (Acts 4:13, NASB). Do you see it? Their authority did not come from education, but from proximity to the Savior. They had been with Him, radiant with God’s presence. That was the difference.

Even Paul, who had training under Gamaliel, counted it all as loss. He longed to “know Him [experientially, becoming more thoroughly acquainted with Him, understanding the remarkable wonders of His Person]” (Philippians 3:10, AMP). For it is not head knowledge that changes the world, but the fire of God resting upon a surrendered vessel.

Have you ever met someone like that—someone whose life testified louder than their lips? They don’t parade their spirituality. They don’t declare themselves prophets. But when you sit in their presence, your heart begins to tremble. Sin rises to the surface. Holiness pierces your conscience. Why? Because they are radiant with God’s presence.

This is more than charisma. It is conviction wrapped in humility. This is what made Elijah feared by kings. It is why Elisha’s bones raised the dead. It is why John, even in exile on Patmos, heard the voice like a trumpet and saw the risen Christ with eyes like blazing fire (Revelation 1:10–14). These men carried the presence. They bore the weight of glory, and it showed.

God in the Fire
God in the Fire

And now the question must come to you, dear reader: Do you shine with the light of His presence, or merely reflect the ideas of religion? Do people leave your company entertained or changed? Are your prayers heavy with heaven or empty with habit?

God is calling us higher. Not to perform, but to behold. Not to be impressive, but to be possessed—by His Spirit. As Paul wrote, “But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed… from glory to glory” (2 Corinthians 3:18, NASB).

If you want the radiance of Moses, you must climb the mountain, just as he became radiant with God’s presence. If you want the power of Peter, you must wait in the upper room. If you want the conviction of Elijah, you must kneel with your face between your knees and pray until heaven answers.

The world does not need louder preachers. It needs holier ones. It needs burning ones. Ones who carry the fragrance of Yeshua and walk with the weight of His presence. This is the hour. Will you come away? Will you ascend the hill of the LORD with clean hands and a pure heart? Will you shine—not for applause—but because you have been with Him?

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Let us pray:

Abba, we do not seek to be seen. We seek to be changed. Let us dwell so near Your throne that Your radiance marks us. Make us holy vessels that carry the awe of heaven and the light of Christ. May our countenance testify of our secret place. May conviction flow from our presence because we have been with You. Give us clean hands, a pure heart, and the courage to ascend. Let us be radiant with Your presence, for Your glory alone. In the name of Yeshua, the Lamb and the Light, Amen.

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Worship

Spirit-Led Worship

Rekindling the Fire of True Devotion

“Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the LORD our Maker; for He is our God.” — Psalm 95:6–7 (AMP)

Beloved, let us draw near with humble hearts. In this age of noise and distraction, God calls us back to Spirit-led worship—worship that is not manufactured, but birthed by the Holy Spirit. It is not tradition that moves heaven, but truth-filled adoration rising from hearts surrendered to the Lord.

The prophet spoke, and the Lord confirmed: “‘Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit,’ says the LORD of armies” (Zechariah 4:6, NASB). So it is with worship. It cannot be engineered. It must be inspired. Only the Spirit of God can awaken the cry within us that says, “Abba, Father” (Romans 8:15, AMP). Without the Holy Spirit, our worship is powerless—void of flame, void of life, void of God.

The Spirit of Worship Must Burn Again

A.W. Tozer declared, “If the Holy Spirit should come again upon us as in earlier times… we would be greater Christians and holier souls.” How we need that again! We have filled our altars with fog and lights, but not with fire. We have traded the upper room for a green room, and the result is a worship that entertains but does not transform.

But the Word says, “The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; A broken and a contrite heart, God, You will not despise” (Psalm 51:17, NASB). Spirit-led worship begins with brokenness. It begins where pride ends and surrender begins. The altar of the heart must be rebuilt, not with our preferences, but with obedience.

True Worship Flows from the Spirit

“God is spirit [the Source of life], and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth” (John 4:24, AMP). This was not a suggestion from Yeshua—it was a divine requirement. God does not receive all worship. He only receives what His Spirit inspires and His truth sustains.

When the Spirit breathes upon the Church, the Bride bows low. She sings with trembling lips and lifted hands, not for performance, but for presence. It is the Holy Spirit who reveals the Son and draws us to the Father. This is the mystery of holy worship: God ignites it, and we reflect it back to Him as mirrors of glory (2 Corinthians 3:18).

The Fire Falls Where There Is Surrender

Elijah stood on Mount Carmel and repaired the altar. He didn’t innovate—he returned to the pattern. And the fire of the LORD fell (1 Kings 18:36–39). So it is today: the fire will only fall where the altar has been restored. God will not bless what man builds in the flesh. But He will dwell in the place built by His Spirit.

Let every worship leader tremble. Let every congregation fall silent before the holiness of God. “The LORD is in His holy temple; Let all the earth be silent before Him” (Habakkuk 2:20, NASB). We do not lead God—we follow Him. We do not summon the Spirit—we surrender to Him.

A community gathered in Spirit-led worship, encircling the fire—symbol of God’s presence—each heart lifted in surrender and awe before the Lord.

Return to Spirit-Led Worship

This is the hour. The Spirit beckons the Church to return—not to trends, but to truth. Not to performance, but to purity. Not to emotionalism, but to encounter. Let us fall on our knees and cry as the psalmist did, “Search me, God, and know my heart; Put me to the test and know my anxious thoughts” (Psalm 139:23, NASB).

Spirit-led worship is the only worship that pleases the Father. It is the heart aflame, the soul undone, the spirit poured out. It is Mary at His feet, not Martha in the kitchen. It is David with a harp, not Saul with a spear. It is the Church consumed by holiness, not comfort.

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No flesh may touch Your holy flame,
No pride may boast before Your Name.
But hearts laid low and hands made clean,
Shall see the fire, shall hear the King.

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A Prayer for Spirit-Led Worship

Holy Spirit, we invite You to reign again over every place of worship. Burn away every false fire, every flesh-driven song, every prideful posture. We kneel before You, the Lord our Maker. Ignite in us the cry of heaven, and teach us to worship in truth and in fire. Let us be a people marked by the presence of God. Let Yeshua be glorified in every breath we bring before the throne. In His holy name, Amen.

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