Trevor H Lund
Encourager. Writer. Authorprenuer.
As an encourager he builds up others with blog posts, podcast and live casts at https://revtrev.com. As a writer he entrusts words to print, ebooks and audiobooks at https://trevorlund.com . And as an authorprenuer he teaches using courses, coaching and community and is the Founder of Live LIGHT Academy at https://livelight.ca . His passion is to help you breathe, belong and become and have peace and hope and joy at all times and in every situation.
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My name is Trevor Lund. I’m the second child—oldest male of four siblings. Janine is the youngest. Shawn is the younger than me, then our oldest sister Jacqueline and she is the first one of us to take early retirement.
Being Anonymous
Growing up, our dad was the “New pastor” in a small town, even though he was there for 16 years when I left for university.
He also taught at the High School and everybody knew Mom, so whenever I got into trouble the news got home before I did. I feel like I got into trouble regularly. I’ve never been one to avoid trouble.
But I was tired of everyone knowing my business and decided I wanted to be anonymous when I entered university. I was accepted for early admittance and got my student code. I told all my friends they needed to call me by it, so I’d get used to being anonymous. I’d introduce myself “I’m 30-42-68, my friends call me 30”.
My English teacher called my name in class one day and after I ignored her for a while I responded “I’m 30-42-68 my friends call me 30”. “Well 30…” she started. I interrupted, “You can call me 30-42-68”. “Trevor!” My wife has that same tone since I’ve gotten hearing aids.
I wanted to be anonymous and most of the first year I was anonymous.
And I didn’t hear anything positive about religion. If anyone said anything about Christianity it was negative. The most positive thing I heard was that “religion slows down society so that it can accept the inevitable change so it doesn’t happen so quickly.”
Questioning my faith
So I think it’s perfectly natural I questioned my faith.
The first question I asked was “Is God real?”
But I had seen too many miracles and had too many encounters with the living God growing up to not quickly move on from that question. I knew there is a God.
The next question was “Is the God I was taught the real God?”
I mean, I knew I might have some things wrong. I remember—it must have been when I was two or three—I learned the verse “Be sure your sin will find you out” and I understood that to mean, if I was going to do something wrong, I’d better be sure to get away with it. It may explain my grade school years.
I made a decision to study the religions of the world. I’d studied their history and theology. I read books, went to talks and lectures and talked with people who were Hindu and Muslim and Buddhist and Wiccan and Jewish and Taoist. I studied ancient Egyptian, Sumarian, Greek and Roman Pantheon and Norse and Celt folklore.
But I also decided to read the Bible as I studied other religions. I wanted to know what the Bible actually said.
I read the Bible more and had more autodidactic studies than I spent time in my coursework…and I have the marks that first year to prove it.
And I ended up deciding that if Jesus didn’t die and rise again, I would be a Taoist. But since he did, my faith was my faith, not just my parent’s faith.
After my first year
After the first year of university I thought I would go to Bible College—not to be a pastor, but to goof off and have fun. I gave a speech at an awards ceremony when I was in grade 10 and someone from the town came up and told me, “you’ll be a [expletive] good pastor like your dad one day.” To which I responded, “Don’t wish that curse on me.”
My plan was to work all summer and save up for the new HMS Missions Class they were starting up. Who wouldn’t want to got on a mission’s trip?
But I blew my knee out playing slo pitch against the nurses and I couldn’t work all summer. If you’re going to injure yourself, do it around nurses. I had excellent care before the ambulance came.
My story about my summer
So since I couldn’t work I decided I’d be a counsellor to summer camp for another year. I had spent a week each summer doing that since I was 13.
I didn’t tell the camp director I was in brace. They didn’t tell me they were giving me 12 12-year olds who were all pastor’s kids, deacon’s kids and/or convicted felons.
It was an interesting week.
The second last night service focussed on divine healing. I wasn’t seeking God for healing at this point. When I first blew out my knee I asked him for healing, but He gave me deep sense that I didn’t need to worry about next year and this summer was a gift. He was taking care of things.
So I went up for prayer not really to be healed but to show these 12 12-year olds that I believed in healing. The speaker prayed for me then stepped back and said “God has been trying to say something to you. You need to hear it.”
And then I heard the audible voice of God say “You’re a pastor”.
And I was sprawled on the floor. I felt so insignificant and so highly valued. I was in awe of God in a way I had never been in awe of God before.
Two hours later I was sitting on the front pew and the camp director came up and asked me I knew where my 12-12 year olds were. Apparently I lost them. Nothing burned down, no police had to be called. I found them fairly quickly.
Not wanting to leave my brain
I couldn’t work that summer, so I didn’t have money to do a missions trip, but I could still get a student loan to continue at University.
I think if I would have left university at that point I wouldn’t come back. And I would have missed so much. I would have had doubts that an intellectual approach to experiencing God was possible.
I had seen far too many examples where they were at odds. When I was 13 or 14 years old I questioned one travelling minister over something he said in the service. He was blaming people for their lack of faith for not being healed. I pointed out Jesus blamed the disciples lack of faith when they couldn’t do miracles. He went bright red and stuck his finger in my face across the dinner table and said, “I’ve seen the dead raised, you don’t question me boy.”
I told God then, “If I have to leave my brain at the door to see miracles, I don’t want to see miracles.”
You don’t need to leave your brain at the door to see miracles.
Returning the University not wanting to be Anonymous
I went back to university and wanted to connect. I hung out with students who were so confident in what they believed and realized I was so much more confident in what I believed. I started questioning the profs who promoted anti-Christ sentiment.
I remember one time I said in class, “I’m a Christian and what you said isn’t right.” She mocked me, “Was anyone else offended?” I turned around and two-thirds of the class put up their hands and I asked the room: “Where were you 2 minutes ago?”
My Story about Meeting Karen
I joined the Pentecostal Campus Ministries and met Karen when her and Shirley started coming. When we started dating I started coming to this church with her. She had her salvation experience here and her grandparents were coming.
Plans after university
While we were here, I found out there were seminaries that still taught people to love God. I thought you went to seminaries to be talked out of your faith. I decided to build on my undergrad and get a Masters. And since things going well with Karen I figured I could stay close to home and went to Edmonton Baptist Seminary (now Taylor).
Placement for Seminary
I knew I needed a placement when I was in seminary. And I think my mom talked to my uncle Gordon. He called me and asked me to consider joining him at his church—if things worked out.
He called me just before our wedding. If all of these improbable things happened, he would be looking for a new youth guy. I didn’t give it any thought. I think Karen and I prayed once about it. I told Karen all those things won’t likely happen. I needed a placement while I was in Seminary, but we’d work that out sometime.
My Story how I went to My first church
When we just returned from our honeymoon and I got a call from Gordon. “Do you want to come meet the elders?” “Sure”, I said. “Why?” The improbable happened and he’d like me to apply.
I was the youth guy, then youth pastor then associate Pastor, then after Gordon retired and I graduated from Seminary I was eventually asked to be the Senior pastor.
Walking oxymoron
Became a senior pastor at age 24. A walking oxymoron. I had 7 retired pastor and missionaries couples in my church that had more than double the ministry experience than I had experience at being alive.
I knew I didn’t know anything and that was what helped me.
My Story about how I prayed a lot
It made me pray… a lot. My Elders supported me to do this. Everyone knew my office hours started at 10:00. I could be there at 6:00 and pray for 4 hours before anyone came to see me.
Both our kids were born when we were there. When our kids were old enough for school I’d come in earlier, go home to help them get up and take them to school and come back and then still have more time to pray.
The church grew. People could belong before they believed. We had so many baptisms. It was so much fun. We literally had a meeting to discuss what to do with all the money we had coming in. In budgets, baptisms and butts—the key metrics every church worries about and very few talk about—we were ticking every box and running on full cylinders.
Not all rainbows and sunshine
Don’t get me wrong, there were a LOT of problems…but they were usually fun problems to have – absolutely impossible things that God had to solve, we couldn’t. Sometimes the problems were people who should have known better. Those weren’t as much fun.
Prophetic breaking
One Sunday, a daughter of the grandmothers of the congregation was visiting her mom and after the service she came to me and was surprised I spoke so good. Apparently the first time she heard me speak I wasn’t as impressive.
She could have been there the time I think I fell asleep during my own sermons —I was a young father and thought sleep was for wimps…and I might have been a little boring.
Anyway, she told me she saw a vision as I was speaking. She saw me sitting at a table writing and the pages of the I wrote flew off the table and went around the world and touched the shackles people were wearing and the chains they were burdened with broke off.
What she didn’t know was that she broke something over me.
I always enjoyed going into bookstores and libraries but I was getting more and more overwhelmed with my inability to add anything meaningful to the conversation. I was almost having panic attacks in book stores. “What could I possibly contribute?” But her prophetic words broke that off of me and I decided I needed to learn how to write. So I took classes and joined writing groups and went to writer’s workshops and writing retreats and I wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote.
God pulling at my heart
And soon God was pulling at my heart.
He had told Karen and I both—before we were married—that the bulk of our ministry would be outside Canada. Since I was better with dead languages than I was learning spoken languages I figured it would be somewhere in the English speaking world.
I made connections in England, the US, Australia South Africa and New Zealand over the years. And New Zealand really pulled at my heart. I was offered a church in a university town there. I fell in love with the people of the town, but felt God say it wasn’t time and when it would be time, our only reason would be obedience.
But with my heart in two continents, my patience was stretched thin and one day I got angry when I was the only one to put the chairs away. I pulled hard to lift a rather large stack of chairs and heard a pop in my back.
My Story about Needing surgery
My back needed surgery. With our health system in Canada, I couldn’t see the surgeon for a year and a half.
The pain was so intense one day that I couldn’t take it. All I could do was stand on a stair with my right leg dangling in the air. I was there for hours. When Karen got home she took me to the hospital. They gave me a shot of morphine and said they could do nothing else unless it was an emergency. I would know it was an emergency if I lost control of my bowels. The doctor put me on medication to manage the pain.
He gave me muscle relaxants to stop the back spasms and warned me, “They’ll make you sleepy.” I was on anti-inflammatory medication to bring down the swelling and was warned to stay away from ibuprofen as the anti-inflammatory meds could eat a hole through my stomach. I was put on a narcotic for pain relief. They worked great, but I was cautioned, “Just don’t become addicted.” Finally I was put on anti–epileptic medication to deaden the nerve receptors. This was my favourite warning: “These could possibly could shut down the white blood cells, so see your doctor bi-weekly for blood work and to check for the signs of an ulcer.”
My epiphany
It was during this time I had an epiphany – and no, I don’t think it was the drugs. I thought about my doctors who were treating my symptoms. Baring a miracle —unless the cause of my pain was dealt with through surgery — the treatments that were meant to manage the symptoms could do me much more harm. The epiphany was that we were doing the same thing in the church. We were treating the symptoms, not dealing with the core issues—and were likely doing more harm than good. I didn’t want to do that any more. I wanted to give people real help to deal with the core issues.
I needed to learn how to get to the root of issue and help people with practical and real help.
How things Sped up
My father-in-law installed MRI’s and got me into one right away— I think I bumped some animals that used the unused MRI at night. That meant the specialist could see me and there was a cancelation so he could do the surgery a lot sooner. I had the MRI, the meeting with the surgeon, the surgery and fully recovered before the MRI I was scheduled for was originally booked for.
That was an answer to prayer for Karen. She told God she’d agree to what God was stirring in me after being there for 10 years.
Laying everything on the altar
I felt God asked us to leave our family, friends, finances and future on the altar and leave to go to New Zealand.
So we announced our resignation and told them we’d be leaving in 6 months.
Then my Dad was diagnosed with Bulbar ALS and given about 18 months to live.
I could have told the church I was staying. They could have voted on me staying if they wanted. But I spoke with Dad and he said “You need to obey what God is telling you to do.”
My Story about Leaving with The wrong attitude
I went to New Zealand with the wrong attitude. I went demanding something from God. If I gave up so much—I knew obedience came with a blessing—I wanted open heaven.
God wanted to teach me faith.
I don’t know what open heaven means to you, but January 1, 2005 we landed in Auckland New Zealand—a city at that time of just over a million people. We arrived at 6:00 AM and everyone was at the beach.
We had a family friend come from the beach, drive us to his house down an empty 8 lane highway. I was waiting for tumble weeds to tumble on by. He set us up to sleep off the jet lag and gave us directions to join them at the beach in a couple of days. It wasn’t what I expected as open heaven.
And yet I think we did have open heaven over us.
Once we were settled, Karen and I were going to separate prayer times so one of us could be with the kids. I went in the morning to this church who prayed scripture with music and it was always amazing. Karen went in the evening with some people who connected with us in our church.
But eventually we wanted to pray together so we opened our home and invited people to come. One of us would be putting the kids down and the other would answer the door. We always had powerful and prophetic prayer times and people would leave and we’d ask each other how the other knew them. We each thought the other knew who was there and it turns out we often prayed with strangers. I think that was a bit of open heaven.
When I felt God Speak The Second Call
I started my first novel in New Zealand. I wrote advertising features for the local paper. I was out on a walk with God one day lamenting my situation and asking why he had me do it and I sensed his voice again. It stopped me in my tracks. I felt him say, “I’ve given you time to write. Why are you doing everything but?”
So I finished the first draft of my novel and after consulting with people of great faith—who I thought would tell us to stiff upper lip it for the sake of being faithful— all of them came back with the same answer. We needed to be with family. We came home to be with family after only 9 months.
Coming home
I came home and helped my dad finish his book before he died. In the process of helping him publish it, I realized there had got to be a better way to facilitate self-publishing. I started a publishing company on a credit card. Never make a major life decision when you’re grieving. Never start a business on a credit card.
Experiencing Rejection
The other thing going on when we returned was we faced rejection on what seems like every front. I was told by a pastor friend I was expecting to work with, “You have too much vision.” A potential Christian employer decided, “You’d be too evangelistic.” A former congregation member said, “What happened? You used to be someone.” Friends told us, “You talk too much about weird stuff.”
I had a book publisher call me up at tell me my novel would lead people to hell. What book publishers has time to call up an author on their slush pile? I tell you, we were getting rejection from everywhere.
I went for one interview at a local paper and the guy I’d be replacing asked me “Did I hear you on the radio last night” I told him I did some interviews for my books a little earlier, but I didn’t do anything live local yesterday. “No that was you. I heard you. That’s what you should be doing! You don’t want to work here.” That was probably the best rejection I had.
I had a pastor call me in to ask why I feel I can use Revtrev.com as my domain as I’m not paid to be a pastor. I said being paid as a pastor doesn’t make you a pastor. Pastor isn’t a title, it’s a gift Jesus gives the church. I then told him “God’s gift and his call are irrevocable and I have more people interacting with my website every day than I’ve ever spoken to in one location…and that includes yours.”
What do you do with all that?
My Story about Sucking it up
God is the potter, I’m the clay. I’m the work of His hands. What pot can tell the potter it’s not being made right?
I didn’t know I just piling it all on and mourning the death of my dad and I was oblivious to how angry I was at God.
Bill Johnson
But I heard I message from Bill Johnson who was mourning the death of his dad around the same time. They had seen so many people healed from cancer and his dad died of cancer. He was processing things on a different level than was possible for me.
He told the story of John the Baptist being in prison and sending his disciples to Jesus to ask he was the one or if they should wait for another. The spirit of the Lord was on Jesus to proclaim freedom to the prisoners and his cousin was in jail. He wanted to know if he had gotten it wrong. And Jesus told his disciples to tell John what they saw and “Blessed is he who is unoffended because of me. Bill taught me I could be offended at God.
And it took me out of a funk. Well, confession and repentance took me out of the funk.
If you live offended to God you need to confess and repent. Your peace is more important than your vindication.
My Story about the Negativity Fast
When we came home and we attended a church plant with family and friends from our first church. One day a friend came up to me to tell me she saw a vision of a wave of negativity crashing into the city and overwhelming this church. I told her to go talk to the pastor.
But during worship I thought of the word “Negativity Fast” and googled it. And I became angry that there was no Christian website encouraging people to not be negative. It was all relational gurus and Buddhists monks that cornered the market. So during the break I went up to the pastor—who was talking to my friend and gave him a plan to run a negativity fast for the church. He was more than happy to let me do it.
2006 ran my first Negativity Fast. Next year is the 20th anniversary of the first one. I have had over 10,000 people go through the material.
My greatest ministry happens outside of Canada. The internet wasn’t invented when God told me my greatest ministry would happen outside Canada.
The problem of finding success
Nobody ever tells you about being a success online. I had 10,000 people sign up for my email list and my email list provider wanted to charge me tens of thousands of dollars to send emails. I couldn’t afford that. My podcast had 5,000+ downloads every episode—this was back when nobody had a podcast—RevTrev Radio was one of the first. I was storing the episodes on Amazon AWS and its price for downloads quickly became untenable for me. I had so many people coming to my website that it was constantly crashing. I had Turkish Muslims Cyber Jihadist take over a site – Don’t think you’re doing effect ministry online unless you’ve had Turkish Muslim Cyber Jihadist take out a site—or you can lose a facebook page with 12,000 subscribers to hacker. Then I think you can say you’re doing ministry online. That’s happened to me too. BTW our church website has been hacked, but we’ve tightened up security on it.
At the time I didn’t have any books or courses or coaching to sell to offset those costs.
He was teaching me hope
Back in those day, Twitter was a conversation and miracles were happening on it. People would send me things to pray for. I’d tweet out a quick prayer. Answers would happen. I would have people ask me questions. And someone had a question that I didn’t know how to answer. I asked Karen about it and she knew the answer she said – “You need to teach her how to hope.”
So I wrote a book – Hope in Transition and realized that through everything we had gone through God was teaching me how to hope.
Doors kept closing
But doors kept on closing.
Eventually—I wanted to be useful—so we returned to this church because Karen’s grandparents were coming and I thought at least I could drive them. But Stan gave me opportunity to preach. When every door was forcibly slammed in my face. We came back and it helped our healing.
Stan opened the door then other doors were opened.
My second church
I was called by a friend and asked if I would consider coming to their church. It was started by another friend and… As I prayed about it I felt God tell me if I went, He would teach me about love.
It was during this time I feel he entrusted me with the seed of the message to help people
Live LIGHT which now means to Live…
…Loved
…Insightful
…Grateful
…Hopeful
…Trusting
To Live LOVED was what kicked it off.
It was a hurting church and hurt people hurt people. And we saw some baptisms and saw some good things happen, but our kids saw hypocrisy in the church that I’m afraid that’s become an excuse for them.
And we left after 4 years, just before that church closed its doors.
Returning to Highway
We returned to this church. We needed more healing.
Eventually I was speaking here and doing some speaking and seminars at other churches.
My Story about the menacing voice
I remember the Sunday I spoke on practicing the Sabbath. I said something extemporaneously like “If you don’t take a regular sabbath, a sabbath can take you. It happened to ancient Israel, what makes you think it won’t happen to you.”
I sat down after the message and felt a menacing voice say, “That’s the last sermon you’re ever going to preach.”
And I don’t have time for menacing voices. Jesus didn’t argue with demons, I don’t give them the time of day. That was the twelfth time I spoke in 14 weeks. My books were selling and people were promoting my books. By the grace of God, I’m not going to fall. Why should I worry?
My Story – a bit – about the Heart attack
But a week later I had a heart attack.
I didn’t go in for another week, but that’s a long story you don’t need to hear right now. Just don’t do what I did.
And as I recovered in hospital I remembered that voice and it screamed in my head.
Ongoing health
Since the heart attack, I’ve had two stents put in and surgery for two types of carcinoma. I’ve had AFIB and Cardiac Ablation surgery, I am being treated for fibromyalgia. I’ve lost a range of frequencies in my hearing, so I wear hearing aids. My arms got too short and font on phones only get so big so I have to wear readers.
But God…
But I’ve also had an atheist grab me and ask me to pray so she can have my peace. I’ve had a nurse tell me “you’re far too joyful for someone in this situation.” I’ve been able to tell people about the hope that I have in Jesus.
I’ve learned I can create safe space for people to self express their thoughts, feelings and emotions without judgment criticism and condemnation.
And I’ve seen miracles. Miracles when I’m the only one to have faith, miracles when friends of the one who needs prayer are the ones who have the faith. And miracles when I have absolutely no faith.
I have seen the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. I’ve been through the fire and not been burned. Through the deep water and not drowned. Through the rushing water and have not been overwhelmed. He has been good to me. By the grace of God I am who I am and His grace to me was not without effect.
6 Things I Never Want to Forget
And in all of that and because of all of that was there are 6 things I never want to forget.
All of us have gone through the fire. The good news is He has brought you through. The sad news is you’re still in a world that has yet to be redeemed, surrounded by people who are at best being redeemed, and you have an enemy that comes to steal kill and destroy. So what do you do when you get that phone call that drops you to your knees?
You’re going to need to know how to ENDURE. How can you endure whatever trials come your way?
That’s a great question, I’m so glad you asked.
This is based on the first tool I ever created with an acronym. I’ve had to tweak it because God has been reminding me of one more thing I never want to forget.
How to ENDURE Tool
E — Ever remember to never
E — Ever remember to never give God credit for the works of the one who comes to steal, kill and destroy because Jesus came to give us life and have it to the full. John 10:10
Story – Living offended at God.
Women in seminar…
Deal with the lies you’re believing as truth. Get to the root, don’t just treat the symptoms. Our emotions show us what we truly believe. Let Holy Spirit replace the lies you believe with the truth He reveals. You can feel like you’ve forgiven. You can have peace at all times and in every situation.
Am I giving God credit for the works of the one who comes to steal, kill and destroy?
N — Never forget to treat all hardship as discipline
N — Never forget to treat all hardship as discipline (Hebrews 12:7-11) knowing He is a Good Father and is working all things together for good. Romans 8:28
Story – saints overcome. By the blood of the lamb and the word of their testimony
You’ve heard my story, I want to hear your story. You have been through the fire…it is by the word of your testimony that you overcome.
Am I treating all hardship as disciple?
D — Don’t ever ignore that the God of all hope
D — Don’t ever ignore that the God of all hope fills me with all peace and joy as I trust in Him, so I can overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13
Nothing is more important than your peace. Peace is the emotion that is to rule our hearts.
I’ve had too many Christians too many times tell me they are trusting God but just can’t stop worrying. Show me your peace and I’ll know you’re trusting God. Show me your joy and I’ll know you’re trusting God. Show me your hope and I’ll know you’re trusting God. Your emotions show you what you actually believe. If you don’t have peace and hope and joy, go back to the last place you had them. Where did you lose them? Confession and repentance works wonders to get them back.
Do I overflow with hope by the power of Holy Spirit?
U — Understand that I can worry about nothing
U — Understand that I can worry about nothing but pray about everything with thankgiving (Philippians 4:6-7), knowing that giving thanks in all circumstances is His will for me. 1 Thessalonians 5:18
Story – Last year I did my first 70-Day Gratitude Challenge. I just finished the second one last week. Every day for 70-Days I decide to give thanks, feel grateful for what I decide to give thanks for and show appreciation for what I feel gratitude for. That’s giving thanks with your whole heart. We don’t learn habits in 21 days but in 3 sets of 21 or 63-70 days the neural pathways realign to form a habit. In 70 days you realign your brain so you can give thanks at all times…and that’s God’s will for you.
Do I worry about nothing but pray about everything with thanksgiving?
R — Remember to cast all my cares upon him
R — Remember to cast all my cares upon him, because he cares for me (1 Peter 5:7) and to never leave a time of prayer without exchanging my problems for His peace.
After my Gratitude Challenge last year I felt God calling me to calling me to seek him, I didn’t know what that would look like with my current reality.
It ended up doing an extended prayer and bible and fellowship with Holy Spirit time every day. And I keep track to bring all my requests to him and remember all the answers to prayer. Look… my God answers my prayers. Worry about nothing. Pray about everything with thanksgiving…
Do I exchange my problems for His peace?
E — Embrace that He has showered me with His kindness
E — Embrace that He has showered me with His kindness, along with all wisdom and understanding (Galatians 6:8) so everything is figureoutable.
I don’t know what lies ahead. But I know He’s already there. I know I can trust him to prove himself good. I know he not only prompts me to do his will He empowers me to accomplish every good work prompted by faith. I know his favour is on me and His blessings overwhelm me.
Even though in this world I will have trouble, I take heart knowing he’s overcome the world.
Do I believe He has showered me with kindness and all wisdom and understanding?
My Story Conclusion
That’s my story and that’s 6 things I never want to forget. I know I must ENDURE and encourage you to do the same.
I don’t know what impossible situations you are facing. I don’t know what lies you’re believing. I don’t know if you feel rejected or forgotten or alone, or if you’re dealing with health issues or have been diagnosed with something scary. But I want you know God is for you and since He’s for you who can be against you?
He is going to finish the good work he started in you. He rejoices over you with singing and quiets you with His love. I want you to be encouraged today. I want your courage to arise.
Blessings
Will you stand with me. It’s time for a blessing.
“The Lord bless you and keep you;
the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you;
the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.”
—Numbers 6:24–26
Can I pray?