More Than a Conqueror

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For the past week I’ve lived a defeated life.  I’ve lived as though my fears had come to fruition, and those things I dreaded the most, had arrived and taken their abode in my life.

In truth, I had surrendered, even before the battle had begun.

Yesterday, a friend sent this text, “in all these things we are more than conquerors through Christ.”  It touched and warmed my heart, but still I continued my day as a lamb headed toward its fate.

This morning, I got out of bed with the same mindset.  Like a zombie I dragged toward the coffee maker, and set it in motion.  As my coffee brewed, I mindlessly began to fill three bowls with kibble and hefty dollops of beef stew from a can.  Three wagging tails increased pace as I set the bowls on the floor.

Coffee in hand, I sat to read my morning devotion that was slated for this second day in February.  (I have the app “Power Thoughts” on my phone and try to read it everyday)  The words I read, roused me from slumber…

“The Bible states that we are more than conquerors, and we are to reign as kings in life, through Jesus Christ.” 

There it was again, “…we are more than conquerors…”

Coincidence?  Some may say, “yes,” but for me, it was a gentle shake of my shoulders, waking me to reality.  I am the child of a King, and my Father wants me to live as such.

Come what may, poverty, loneliness or any other trouble, still I am more than a conqueror through Christ.

In this life, He lives within me, and in the next I’ll live with Him, forever.


“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?  Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?  No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.”  Romans 8: 35;37

Cleanse your mind of negative thoughts, one at a time.


Depression Really Sucks

A Conversation with God 8/13/2016

Me. Sadness at the Holocaust Memorial in Boston.

God:  God morning Lisa.

Me:  Good morning Lord.

God:  How are you feeling today?

Me:  Well, Lord…you know I’ve this “depression” thing going on and sometimes it’s almost more than I can bare.  Depression really sucks…

God:  So, are you depressed today?

Me:  Not so much today…although I do awake every morning with the thought, “Am I going to be depressed today?”

God:  And how do you answer yourself?

Me:  Most of the time I just ignore myself and head for the coffee pot, but then I see my fur babies and take care of them first…letting them out to pee and bringing them back in to eat.  (I smile)  They are so happy to see me in the mornings!  It truly warms my heart.

God:  Yes they are happy to see you in the mornings; I’ve seen the wags of their tails.

(God smiles, and pauses)

God:  Lisa…

Me:  Yes, Lord?

God:  It is my hearts desire for you to be just as happy as Danica, Dolly and Gracie.  My heart always warms when you smile.

Me:  Yeah…I suppose smiling would be best…it might be kind of hard  to wag my tail.  (I laugh at the visual image)

(God chuckles)

God:  I long to see smiles on the faces of all my children.  So many Christians walk around with faces so long they stumble over traps of judgment, hate, bitterness and all things sour.  Unbelievers witness this and are turned away from me.   This makes me so sad.

(God pauses to let the thought sink inside me)

God:  I know life’s not all roses and lollipops and you can’t always be smiling from ear to ear.  When life is painful it’s normal to go through times of anger, loneliness and despair.  I certainly don’t want superficial Christians running around, trying to convince the world that life is one big party and then you die and go to heaven.  Instead, I want genuine Christians who feel and express their pain but at the same time experience deep seeded peace at the knowledge their God is still in control.  This kind of peace draws others to me, and I desire that all come to me.

Me:  I’ll try, Lord, but sometimes it’s hard when I’m so depressed.  I need you to refresh my mind often of your love and peace.

God:  I understand, Lisa… like you, so many of my children suffer depression, even my Son went through times of great sadness.  I love everyone single one of you who suffer and will never leave you comfortless.   I’ve sent my doctors, counselors and medicinal therapies and they have served to help.  More important I want them to know I walk beside them and yearn to give them my peace.

Me:  Thank you, Lord.  Please help me to live and radiate your peace.

God:  I will help you.  Always remember, I sent my Son that you may live and live life abundantly.  That truly is my desire for you.

Me:  Thank you…thank you for Jesus and his life…may I be more like Him.

God:  You have His Spirit in your heart…listen and follow your heart.

God:  And, Lisa…

Me:  Yes, Lord?

God:  Go ahead and grab that coffee first thing…you’ll be better off as will the fur babies.

    (God winks)


Jesus wept.  John ll:35

…And they shall call his name Emanuel, which being interpreted is God with us.           Matthew. 1:23

“I will not leave you comfortless:  I will come to you.”  John 14:18

“I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.”  John 10:10

How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that brings good tidings, that publishes peace; that brings good tidings of good, that publishes salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigns!  Isaiah 52:7

Get Up!

Psalms 5:11

 But let all those who take refuge and put their trust in You rejoice; let them ever sing and shout for joy, because You make a covering over them and defend them; let those also who love Your name be joyful in You and be in high spirits.


I am depressed…

God says “Rejoice”

Body says, “Go to Sleep”

God says, “Sing”

Eyes say “Close”

God says, “Shout”

Feelings say, “Sad”

God says, “Be in high spirits”

The choice is mine.

God says to me,

“What will you choose?”

It’s easy to give in to feelings.

It’s hard to go against them.

God says, “I will cover you,

I will defend.”

He’s there…He wants to help,

But the choice is mine…

It’s all mine.

What will it be?

The bell just rang.

Someone’s at the door

Up I get

From lethargy’s embrace.

I have my answer…

Get up.

God says, “Get up…

Give me your hand…

I’ll help you stand…

Get up!”

Sometimes to rejoice

is only a choice.

The course is up to me.

What will it be?


End-note:  It was the mail lady who was at the door.  I believe it was God’s way of telling me to, “Get up!”

(Perfect timing)