God is Our Strength

Author Darlene J. Conard

“Come up higher,” whispered the gentle cadence of God’s voice, flowing softly through the depths of my spirit like a warm breeze. In that moment, I grasped the profound meaning behind His words. The burdens of illness had begun to envelop me, and the constant weight of managing finances and maintaining the tidiness of my apartment felt overwhelming, drawing me into a state of emotional numbness. The relentless grip of sickness left me exposed and vulnerable, making every task seem insurmountable. Yet, despite the anguish residing within me, I found the strength to keep pushing forward, striving to rise above the suffocating circumstances that sought to pull me down.

Our minds often drift aimlessly, caught in a whirlwind of thoughts that leave us feeling disoriented and disconnected. Our bodies may feel heavy and unresponsive, as if burdened by an invisible weight, and clarity seems just beyond our reach. In such moments, our emotions can deceive us, leading us astray from our true path. It is essential, then, to turn to prayer, seeking divine guidance to purify our thoughts and restore our inner peace.

In the words of Philippians 4:8 KJV, we are reminded to focus on what is true and genuine, to embrace what is honorable and just. We are encouraged to reflect on what is pure and beautiful, to seek out those narratives that uplift and inspire us. If there is any virtue to be found, if there is anything worthy of praise, let us dedicate our minds to contemplating these positive, life-affirming thoughts.

I have a profound admiration for the eagle. These magnificent birds, with their powerful wings and striking presence, embody strength and grace. Their piercing eyesight allows them to spot prey from great distances, a testament to their remarkable design. There’s an undeniable wisdom in their demeanor, a swift confidence that accompanies their fearless flights. They ascend to altitudes that most other birds can only dream of, gliding effortlessly through an endless expanse of deep blue sky. Alone or with their Creator, they seem to dance amidst the clouds, embodying a beauty that captures the imagination and transcends comprehension.

From these aerial marvels, we can learn valuable lessons about soaring above our limitations and immersing ourselves in the divine presence of God. Although I personally grapple with a fear of heights, I would embrace the opportunity to rise and touch the face of the Almighty.

We can connect with God through our prayers, acts of worship, and expressions of gratitude. Let this be a source of encouragement for you, dear one—release the burdens that weigh you down.

“But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.” Isaiah 40:31 KJV.

Feel free to forward it to anyone you wish. My mission is to encourage everyone to follow our Lord Jesus Christ with all their heart, soul, mind, and strength. ©Darlene J. Conard Vision Ministries 2024. This may not be republished or used without the author’s written consent. The photograph is AI-generated. Darlene J. Conard is also affiliated with Glory Carrier Ministries.

In Command of Dry Bones

Author Darlene J. Conard

There’s an electrifying energy infusing the atmosphere. For days now, I’ve felt it surge through the air—an unmistakable anticipation whispering of transformation. The winds of change are not just coming; they are here, bracing everything they touch and stirring a sense of possibility in my very soul.

Ezekiel stood at the edge of the valley, his gaze sweeping across a desolate expanse steeped in silence. The air hung heavy with the residue of death, as though time itself had paused to mourn. Below him, the valley’s mouth gaped open like a wound in the earth, and within it lay a chaotic scattering of bones—sun-bleached, brittle, and broken. They were not arranged in any order, but strewn like forgotten remnants of a once-living multitude. Rib cages lay cracked and hollow, skulls tilted as though still searching for heaven, femurs tangled in dust and sorrow.

It was not merely a graveyard—it was a canvas of devastation, a place where life had been drained so thoroughly that even memory seemed to have fled. I don’t know how you would feel standing there, but for me, the sight would be nothing short of terrifying. Not because of the bones alone, but because of what they whispered: that hope had once lived here—and had long since died.

We are at a pivotal moment where each of us is standing and gazing over a seemingly impossible situation that looks dry, brittle, and bleached. It may seem like Satan has the upper hand. However, the real question isn’t whether or not God can do it; the question is whether we are going to exercise our authority in Christ.

Ezekiel, can these bones live? The valley yawns with silence, its floor littered with the brittle relics of despair. Skulls stare skyward, as if still waiting for mercy. Ribs curve like empty cages, longing for breath. And the voice of the Lord pierces the stillness: “Son of man, can these bones live?” Not a question of anatomy, but of faith. Not a test of logic, but of vision. Speak, Ezekiel. Speak to the bones. Speak to the wind. Call forth sinew, flesh, and breath. For even in the valley of death, Hope is not buried. It waits to be summoned.

Ezekiel stood amidst the desolation of the valley, a deep sense of foreboding in the air. He didn’t falter or hesitate, uttering words like, “Maybe,” or “I’m not sure; it looks hopeless, Lord.” Instead, with unwavering faith, he declared, “You know all things, Lord.” In that moment, he fully recognized the immeasurable wisdom and unparalleled power of God.

Following God’s command, Ezekiel’s voice became a vessel of divine prophecy. As he spoke, the air around him seemed to tremble with anticipation. Suddenly, a low, reverberating sound began to emerge from the depths of the valley—the unmistakable clanking and clattering of bones. It was as if they were responding to some celestial call, a chorus of the forgotten awakening.

Before his very eyes, the scattered skeletons danced to an unseen rhythm, their dry and lifeless forms transforming into flesh and vitality. The miraculous metamorphosis unfolded in front of him, a vivid testament to the power of faith and the promise of life restored. Read Ezekiel Chapter 37

We must position ourselves at the entrance of our valley, taking charge of the life and renewal that surrounds us. A transformative work is unfolding, guided by divine purpose. Are you prepared to embrace this change?

^“Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.”— Isaiah 43:19 KJV

Roses are a double-edged sword

Author Darlene J. Conard

Roses are not just flowers; they are symbols of beauty and grace, captivating the hearts of many with their enchanting allure. Their elegance often distracts us from the sharp, hook-shaped thorns that line their sturdy stems. Each gentle caress of those velvety petals is a risk, a chance taken in the pursuit of beauty. In many ways, roses epitomize life’s duality—a double-edged sword, if you will.

My grandmother had an immense appreciation for roses, transforming her yard into a vibrant tapestry of colors and fragrances. I often found my fingers drawn to their soft petals, unable to resist their charm. But the allure came with a price; my innocent touches turned into painful lessons, leaving my fingers a bloody mess from the thorns that guarded such beauty. I quickly learned the vital lesson: admire from a distance, for the beauty of roses can lead to unexpected pain.

Years ago, I stumbled upon a song titled “The Rose,” penned by Amanda McBroom and brought to life by Bette Midler. I watched a breathtaking orchestra perform this haunting melody on YouTube, yet something in me recoiled. Perhaps it was the bittersweet truth that love, like roses, can be both beautiful and painful. It struck me that everything has its boundaries and hidden perils.

Some believe that becoming a Christian equates to walking through a bed of roses, blissfully untouched by life’s trials. However, this perspective often reveals itself as a mere illusion, viewed from a safe distance. True understanding only comes from engaging with that bed of roses, where one learns that it’s not the idyllic paradise imagined. As scripture reminds us, God’s word is a double-edged sword (Hebrews 4:12). Life’s rain—both the showers of joy and the storms of hardship—falls on both the just and the unjust alike; yet we will not bleed alone.The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob promises to reveal Himself to us, walking through the trials hand in hand (Matthew 5:45).

In the heart of this metaphor lies Jesus, the Rose of Sharon, who bore the weight of thorns yet remains unblemished by them. He experienced the sharp pain of the crown of thorns, a testament to His love for us. This is the Rose we can—or rather, should—adorn with our deepest affections.

“Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened unto you: But rejoice, since ye are partakers of Christ’s sufferings; that, when his glory shall be revealed, ye may be glad also with exceeding joy” (1 Peter 4:12-13 KJV). KJV

Make Me a House of Prayer

Author Darlene J. Conard

The song “Make Me a House of Prayer” holds a special place in my heart. Every time I listen to it, I reflect on my journey with prayer, which has been filled with moments of doubt and hesitation. The melody resonates deeply with me, inviting me to embrace my profound desire for a closer relationship with God. The lyrics beautifully express the essence of longing, conveying my wish to create a sacred space within myself where that connection can flourish and grow.

Lord, Make Me A House

Make Me A House of Prayer

Lord, Make Me A House

Make Me A House of Prayer

A House of Prayer

May The Fire On My Altar Never Burn Out

A profound and uplifting sensation washes over me, wrapping me in warmth as I surrender to the embrace of prayer. In those cherished moments of solitude, I find myself whispering softly, “Lord, may I linger here just a little longer? Can I remain enveloped in Your divine presence, surrounded by this serene sanctuary of tranquility and peace?” Deep within my soul, I feel an awareness stirring—an unmistakable sense that a test awaits me on the horizon, a formidable challenge that lies ahead, ready to unfold as I navigate the path before me.

In these challenging times, what we truly need is sincere prayer—prayers filled with deep emotion, shedding tears that nurture and bring life to hopeless things. We are on the brink of something great, and the need for heartfelt supplication has never been more urgent. Nations are being born. You might be thinking, “Darlene, it doesn’t look that way.” However, the Bible calls us not to see things as they are, but to view them through the eyes of God. We need to examine things from a different perspective.

“Therefore it is of faith, that it might be by grace; to the end the promise might be sure to all the seed; not to that only which is of the law, but to that also which is of the faith of Abraham; who is the father of us all, (As it is written, I have made thee a father of many nations,) before him whom he believed, even God, who quickeneth the dead, and calleth those things which be not as though they were.” Romans 4:16-17

We must confidently proclaim these promises with our voices, allowing them to spread through the air, so that they can take root and ultimately come to realization.

Eddie James Lyrics– House of Prayer

For His Glory

Author Darlene J. Conard

I found myself stifling a chuckle, fully grasping the backstory behind Dutch Sheets’ experiences. The Lord had nudged him to delve into the account of the lame man at the Gate Beautiful. “Leave me alone; I’ve read that before,” he thought, hoping to keep that fleeting sentiment hidden from the Lord. In that instant, Dutch was blissfully unaware that God knows our innermost thoughts. It struck a chord with me, resonating with a familiar feeling. He went on to describe how he pored over that scripture time and again until the profound message the Lord intended finally revealed itself to him.

Recently, God brought to my mind the compelling tale of Gideon, a man wrestling fiercely with doubts about his capability to lead the beleaguered nation of Israel against the overwhelming forces of the Midianites. Chosen for such a monumental task, Gideon couldn’t see that God desired his willingness to step forward and draw upon divine strength. This reflection resonates deeply within me as I often find myself questioning the Lord, “Why have you placed me in the roles of an author, an artist, and a leader when I grapple with numerous personal challenges?” God has gently replied, “So that I may be glorified.”

It might seem remarkable—or even absurd—that someone like me, someone who constantly battles with dyslexia and ADHD, would dare to embrace these responsibilities, especially in a time when such struggles are frequently dismissed or overlooked. However, I confidently navigate these turbulent waters through the empowering guidance of the Holy Spirit. Looking back on the life of Moses—a man who faced his own battles with a speech impediment and often felt inadequate—I draw strength from his journey. Like Moses, who pressed on against his limitations (Exodus 3:11), I find reassurance in the knowledge that God can work powerfully through my weaknesses to manifest His glory.

“God, I know those stories. I don’t want to reread them,” you might say.

“Take the time to immerse yourself in those words once more,” He responds gently, “allowing their meaning to seep deep into your very essence until they transform from mere obstacles into stepping stones, stripped of any power that darkness may hold over you.” I am genuinely grateful for those sacred moments when we attune our hearts to God’s whispering presence within our spirits. He has assured us of His unwavering commitment to guide and illuminate our paths with profound truth and love.

The Lord may indeed be addressing something in your own life. It’s vital to understand that it is our Heavenly Father who loves us unconditionally. God uniquely uses the seemingly impossible and the weaknesses of humanity to reveal His extraordinary glory.

“But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty.” —1 Corinthians 1:27 KJV.

Wrestling for Destiny

Author Darlene J. Conard

Indeed, Jacob’s encounter is a story recognized by many, but I’m about to reveal an insight that will transform your perspective on it. Jacob wasn’t merely engaged in a physical struggle for the sake of wrestling; there was a deeper significance behind his confrontation that speaks volumes about his character and journey.

Wrestling is a comprehensive workout that strengthens nearly all muscle groups, enhancing overall fitness and stamina. It improves flexibility, agility, and explosive power through dynamic movements and techniques. The sport fosters mental toughness, discipline, and emotional resilience, as athletes learn to manage setbacks and maintain focus. Wrestlers develop personal responsibility and a strong work ethic, while also promoting teamwork and leadership within their communities.

Overall, wrestling instills a mindset of grit and self-mastery, preparing individuals to face various life challenges.

We are going to use every single ounce of our strength to push through spiritual combat. Prayer is dedication; Fervent prayer takes strength— not just of body bowed, but of spirit stretched, heart poured out, and faith held firm when silence answers loudest.

There is a lot to learn and compare this with the spiritual. We wrestle with losing to ourselves. Our carnal nature doesn’t want to die out to the things of the spirit. “Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.” — Matthew 10:39 KJV

What if Jacob hadn’t wrestled? What if the angel never touched his hip, never marked him with a limp of legacy? What if God said, “You may not wrestle with Me”— and Jacob walked away whole, but unchanged?

But he didn’t. Heaven trains in tension. Destiny is forged in the grip of divine struggle. Because the next season required a name change, and names are never given without a fight. God let Jacob wrestle. Let him sweat, strain, and stagger. Let him hold on through the breaking of dawn until blessing broke through. Because sometimes, the limp is the proof that you’ve been in the ring with God and lived to walk into your calling.

Effectual Door

Author Darlene J. Conard

“For a great door and effectual is opened unto me, and there are many adversaries.” — 1 Corinthians 16:9 KJV

God’s divine path often unfolds in ways that can seem mysterious and unexpected. As we journey through life, new opportunities arise, bringing with them an array of challenges that may appear as spiritual opposition. It becomes vital for each of us to cultivate an awareness of the subtle influences that may steer us and our situations off course, even when they initially seem benign or inconspicuous. By remaining vigilant and discerning, we can identify these unseen forces, helping us stay on a path marked by clarity and purpose, even amid the uncertainties and trials that life presents.

Referring to Strong’s Hebrew-Greek Concordance Reference No. 1754, we find that the term “effectual” translates to intensifying work. It evokes the image of an electrical current energizing a wire, which in turn lights up a bulb. This metaphor illustrates a profound truth: when God opens a significant door in our lives, He equips us to engage in mighty works and profound transformations. This act signifies His trust in us—not because we are flawless, but because we have reached a new level of capacity and readiness for the tasks ahead.

The passage from Ezekiel illustrates this deeply: “Afterward he brought me to the gate, even the gate that looketh toward the east: And, behold, the glory of the God of Israel came from the way of the east: and his voice was like a noise of many waters: and the earth shone with his glory. And it was according to the appearance of the vision which I saw, even according to the vision that I saw when I came to destroy the city: and the visions were like the vision that I saw by the river Chebar; and I fell upon my face. And the glory of the Lord came into the house by the way of the gate whose prospect is toward the east. So the spirit took me up, and brought me into the inner court; and, behold, the glory of the Lord filled the house.” — Ezekiel 43: 1-5

This biblical passage serves as a profound reminder that God’s presence is ever-filling our lives. It invites us to take comfort in the knowledge that we are under His watchful gaze, with His glory illuminating our paths. In moments of fear or uncertainty, we can lean into this truth, continuing to seek Him and enveloping ourselves in the radiance of His love and power.

The assurance presented in Revelation reinforces this theme. “I know thy works: behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it: for thou hast a little strength, and hast kept my word, and hast not denied my name.” — Revelation 3:8 KJV. This verse emphasizes a powerful promise: God opens doors in our lives that cannot be closed by any adversary. It reassures us that even when we feel weak or outmatched, our faithfulness and dedication to His word empower us, solidifying His promise to provide us a pathway forward.

It is important to remember that God never closes a door without opening another, no matter how challenging the circumstances may seem. In every ending, there is a new beginning waiting to unfold. As we acknowledge and praise Him in these transitions, we truly embrace the journey before us, guided by His presence and purpose. Praise Him, for that is indeed the way!

Afterward he brought me to the gate, even the gate that looketh toward the east:And, behold, the glory of the God of Israel came from the way of the east: and his voice was like a noise of many waters: and the earth shined with his glory. And it was according to the appearance of the vision which I saw, even according to the vision that I saw when I came to destroy the city: and the visions were like the vision that I saw by the river Chebar; and I fell upon my face. And the glory of the Lord came into the house by the way of the gate whose prospect is toward the east. So the spirit took me up, and brought me into the inner court; and, behold, the glory of the Lord filled the house. Ezekiel 43: 1-5 KJV

This passage from the Bible reminds us that God’s presence fills our lives, and we can take comfort in the knowledge that He is watching over us. It’s important to continue seeking Him and basking in His glory.

God never closes a door without opening another. Praise Him. It’s the way!

“I know thy works: behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it: for thou hast a little strength, and hast kept my word, and hast not denied my name. Revelation 3:8 KJV

At the Threshing Floor

Author Darlene J. Conard

David tested the Lord when he counted the people, Israel. Gad, sent by the Lord, gave him three options for punishment. David had to choose his judgment: seven years of famine, fleeing from his enemies for three months, or three days of pestilence in the land.

The most careful decision made by David was to place his trust in the hands of the Lord, as he acknowledged that “his mercies are great.” The Lord ultimately chose to spare all three individuals involved. As the angel poised to strike the people, God relented and commanded the angel, saying, “It is enough: stay your hand now.” At that moment, the angel of the Lord was positioned at the threshing place of Araunah the Jebusite, a significant location in this divine communication. (11Samuel 24:16) (Read II Samuel 24:11-17)

A devout follower, David felt deep remorse for his transgressions and sought to make amends with God. In a show of repentance, David obtained the necessary threshing instruments, oxen, and wood to prepare the threshing floor meticulously. Upon this sacred ground, he constructed an altar, which he intended to offer up as a symbol of his repentance, knowing that the purifying flames of God would consume it.

David openly acknowledged his sin of tempting the Lord in a moment of profound humility. He fervently requested to be subjected to the Lord’s merciful judgment rather than face the vengeance of his enemies.

David encountered a profoundly moving spiritual epiphany in this still and sacred environment, situated on the threshing floor. In this hallowed space, he once more experienced a sense of renewal and clarity, liberated from the weight of wrongdoing.

The connection to the Pharisees and Sadducees is that the threshing floor symbolizes separating the righteous from the unrighteous. When David purchased the threshing floor, it represented his spiritual separation from those who did not align with his beliefs. It’s a metaphor for distinguishing between genuine people and those who were not in his kingdom.

A few days ago, as I lay in bed in a half-sleep state, the Holy Ghost dropped the concept of contaminated wheat in my spirit. This idea became more significant to me after listening to a sermon about the symbolic meaning of the threshing floor. The speaker explicated that in preparation for a new phase in our lives, we undergo a transformative process similar to the purification of wheat on the threshing floor, where impurities are separated from the valuable grain.

Everything and anything that does not align with God’s values and principles will be eliminated in our lives. This includes negative influences, harmful behaviors, and anything that hinders our spiritual growth and our ability to impact others positively. This purification process is essential to ensure we remain true to our purpose of leading souls toward God and living by His will.

This has caused me to think differently and search myself.

Be encouraged. God does these things because He loves us so much.

God’s Signatured Clay Pots

Author Darlene J. Conard

Yesterday, at precisely 1:16 PM, I found myself in an unexpected confrontation with my own soul. Nestled in the comfort of my bed, I lay still, tears escaping my eyes like uninvited guests. “Why, God?” I whispered into the silence, my heart heavy with the weight of unending spiritual battles. Being attuned to the spirit realm can feel like walking a tightrope in the dark—one misstep and the shadows loom ever larger. The struggles I face are not just difficult; they’re the kind of trials that test the very fabric of my being. For two weeks, the heaviness in the atmosphere has been smothering!

As the warm tears streamed down my flushed cheeks, a profound stirring within my spirit—a gentle yet powerful voice resonated in the depths of my being. “I do care about what you care about, Darlene,” it assured me, infusing my heart with a sense of solace. Slowly, my tears began to dry as a vision unfolded before me.

I saw a procession of clay vessels—no two alike—each sculpted with divine intention, their curves kissed by the fingerprints of God. These were not ordinary pots; they bore the sacred imprint of the Creator’s touch, pressed into them, golden seals of purpose. They stood side by side at the edge of a battlefield, where shadows howled and chaos clawed at the light.

Yet the glow of God’s handiwork shimmered defiantly, casting light into the gloom. The hounds of hell came roaring—snarling, relentless, teeth bared with fury—but the vessels did not shatter. They absorbed the storm, not with brute force, but with holy resilience. Their silence was not weakness—it was consecrated strength.

Then the Lord said, clear and sovereign: “Not all are summoned to the frontlines. I have chosen the strongest warriors, vessels forged for fire. These are my watchmen, my defenders of the body.

Satan strikes hardest when purpose burns within a vessel. You carry my signature. Your talents are my witness. You are the living witness of my craftsmanship.”

When others recoil from our presence, it is not rejection—it is recognition. They see the divine fingerprints etched upon us, and tremble. For prophets are not merely shaped by suffering; they are born of sacred design. They are not accidental—they are intentional. Not ornamental—they are instrumental. Chosen not for ease, but for endurance. Marked not for comfort, but for calling.

“Not everyone is called to the frontlines. I have chosen the strongest warriors, vessels forged for fire. These are my watchmen, my defenders of the body. Satan strikes hardest when purpose burns within a vessel. You carry my signature. Your talents are my witness. You are the living proof of my craftsmanship.”

Prophets are not merely forged through experience and struggle; they are born with intention and purpose.

“Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.” —Jeremiah 1:5 KJV

Bearers of Glory

Author Darlene J. Conard

In the stillness of early Monday morning, a powerful verse echoed in my spirit, bringing a sense of comfort and inspiration. “God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty;” (I Corinthians 1:27 KJV). This passage served as a poignant reminder from above, reverberating in my mind with each heartbeat: Darlene, when I am on your side, no force can stand against you. It struck me that many people might dismiss God’s ability to work in extraordinary ways, as these divine acts often defy conventional logic and understanding. Yet, it is precisely in the seemingly improbable that His power shines the brightest, turning the world’s expectations upside down.

At this moment, we are witnessing a complete upheaval, where things are being flipped upside down and turned inside out, revealing hidden layers and unexpected complexities. God doesn’t play around. He can use anyone or anything.

In 1 Samuel 17, David, a young shepherd, defeats a seasoned warrior using only a sling and a stone. His faith, rather than his strength, confounds the military reasoning of that era.

Gideon’s 300 Men (Judges 7) God reduces Gideon’s army from 32,000 to 300 to defeat the Midianites, showing that victory comes not by numbers but by divine power.

Moses the Stammerer (Exodus 3–4) Moses, who claims he’s “slow of speech,” is chosen to confront Pharaoh and lead Israel out of Egypt — a leader who didn’t fit the mold.

Jacob over Esau (Genesis 25, Romans 9:13) The younger brother, Jacob, is chosen over the elder Esau, defying cultural norms of inheritance and blessing.

Rahab the Prostitute (Joshua 2, Matthew 1:5) A woman with a scandalous past becomes a hero of faith and part of Jesus’ lineage — a stunning reversal of social expectations.

The Apostles (Acts 4:13), Fishermen, tax collectors, and ordinary men became the foundation of the Church. The religious elite are baffled by their boldness and wisdom.

Mary, a Young Virgin (Luke 1) God chooses a humble teenage girl from Nazareth to bear the Messiah — not a queen, not a priest’s daughter, but someone overlooked.

The Cross Itself (1 Corinthians 1:18) “The message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing…” Crucifixion was shameful, yet God used it to bring salvation — the ultimate paradox.

Paul’s Thorn (2 Corinthians 12:9) Paul is told, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” His limitations become a vessel for divine strength.

A boy with a sling, not a sword, stands where warriors tremble. One stone flies — not by might, but by faith that rends the veil of fear. David, the shepherd, was crowned by courage.

A sea of soldiers thinned to a trickle. Three hundred hearts beat against thousands. No strategy, no strength — just obedience. Gideon’s remnant, heaven’s army.

A tongue-tied exile, slow to speak, Chosen to thunder before kings. His staff splits seas, not by eloquence, but by the breath of I AM. Moses, the stammerer, voice of deliverance.

The younger grasps the heel, and heaven rewrites the birthright. Not by tradition, but by election. Jacob, the unlikely heir.

A woman with a scarlet past hides spies beneath her roof — And finds herself in the lineage of grace. Rahab, the redeemed.

Rough hands, calloused by nets, now cradle the gospel. Unlearned, unrefined — yet bold. The Apostles, builders of the Church.

A virgin’s womb, untouched by man, becomes the cradle of eternity. No palace, no pedigree — just purity. Mary, the vessel of incarnation.

A cross — wood and nails, shame and blood — Becomes the throne of mercy. Despised by men, adored by heaven. The crucified King.

A thorn in the flesh, a prayer unanswered, yet power pulses through the wound. Grace does not remove the weakness — It inhabits it. Paul, pierced but empowered.

The last are first. The weak are strong. The foolish shame the wise. And the broken become the bearers of glory.

When it’s foolish in the eyes of the world, rest assured, it’s a platform for His glory.