Rita

Thinking about Zion ✡️ How foolish it is to find security in earthly dwellings or accomplishments. In God’s eyes, all such things are mere smoke, fleeting and insubstantial. Whether rich or poor, people craft a beautiful Eden in their minds, a false sense of control and security. Yet, without the Spirit of God, this is nothing but an illusion—a counterfeit of the truth God intends for us. Are you living in a painting, a mere illusion confined to this realm, or are you already embracing the eternal life God has prepared for you? The more I glimpse the original life God designed for us, the more I reject the devil’s counterfeit here on earth. As we grow in our walk with God, our vision shifts to Zion—a realm beyond this world, where sin does not exist, and only God’s pure, untainted eden remains. Solomon, in his wisdom, declared that death is better than birth, for he saw that all is vanity without God’s Spirit. I long to pierce the veil that blinds us to Zion’s glory, to glimpse its beauty, though I am unworthy except through Christ. Call me foolish, but once we see God’s vision for us—His Zion—we step out of this physical realm into a faith that transcends it. We set our eyes beyond the counterfeit, yearning for God’s vision to be fulfilled rather than our own mortal desires. In the Spirit-inspired words of the Bible, not mere letters, God’s truth comes alive. Our spirits groan to enter that truth, God’s reality for us. I am moved by those who, like the Apostle Paul, poured out their lives as an offering for God’s work. Their faithfulness echoes beyond their generation into ours. Now, it is our responsibility to keep our lamps burning in this dark world for the next Generation. Our lamps to keep burning like a light house for the lost to see God’s truth. The truth of God amidst the counterfeit painting the devil uses to blind God’s creation from their divine reality and authority in Christ. I deeply admire Paul, who, thousands of years ago, gave everything for God’s service. I pray for a people who, like Paul, will consecrate their lives for God’s work—set apart, prepared, and led by the Holy Spirit. Those called by God are like sacrificial lambs, purified and consecrated before being offered at the altar. Too often, we see self-anointed efforts rather than God-anointed lives. When God chooses someone, He sets them apart through intense consecration, fills them with His Holy Spirit, and sends them to carry His decree. Such a person, anointed by God’s Spirit, is Satan’s greatest fear. They speak not from their own minds but from the Spirit of God, who guides them and places His words in their mouths. God is Spirit, and only through His Spirit can we truly know Him. No doctrine, religion, Bible school, church, influencer, or even the Bible’s words—without the Spirit—can reveal who Jesus is. Only the Holy Spirit brings that divine encounter, making God’s word alive and real in us. I pray that as you read God’s word, the Holy Spirit brings it to life, revealing the reality of God’s vision for you and transforming you with each choice and each step into the glory of Christ. This is the glory that creation has been groaning and patiently waiting for—the glory that reveals the children of God. May you encounter the Holy Spirit today. May every choice be fueled by the Holy Spirit. May each day be a journey into the glory of God resting in you and upon you, day and night. Amen. Rita 🌼

I wrote this after a dream many months ago ♥️🌼♥️ A Psalm of Awe to My Father I am in awe of Your eyes, God. They are filled with light and love. Your love watches over me like a hawk, and nothing dares to separate me from it. Your eyes have orchestrated the events of my life, walking me into Your heart. There I saw the chambers of Your heart—its walls painted in emerald green, brighter than my eyes can comprehend. A beautiful green that words cannot describe. Our destinies are written on the walls of Your heart. Your words are written and alive within it. In the chambers of Your heart, I receive Your precious words. With power, they transform me into destinies my mind cannot comprehend. Are these Your visions, God? Am I dreaming? Keep me, Lord, in the chambers of Your heart. I want to see more of You. Your words for me are written in Your heart. In Your heart, nothing dares to separate me from Your love. There I rest and receive from You the words woven into my soul—words filled with love and light. Please, Dad, don’t take me out of the chambers of Your heart. I cannot live, or even imagine living, outside of it. In Your heart, Father God, I am safe. I marvel at the trillions upon trillions of words filling the chambers of Your heart for me—beyond what my mind can count. They are so beautifully written, ushering me into the very depths of Your heart. Let my days be filled with Your heart pouring into me, with Your written words for me. Shower me with Your words. They are food to my very existence. Without them I am nothing but dust; with them, I am separated from this dust and made alive within my spirit. With Your words I am able to walk in my spirit with You, Dad. Keep me within those emerald green chambers of Your heart. Look into my soul and remove all the whispers of lies that consume me on this earth. Hide me, Dad, deep within Your heart. There I am well equipped to live here on earth as it is in heaven. Your eyes watch me like a hawk, ushering me deeper into the chambers of Your heart. I am in awe of the billions and trillions of words for me in Your heart. They are like sand—I cannot count them. I love You, Father God. Keep me right here, laying in the middle of Your heart, mesmerizing myself with the designs hidden in Your words for us, Your children. How mighty Your words are for us. Your heart is Eden itself—the green, the light, the streams, the trees—all filled with Your words. Father God in Heaven, lock me here in the chambers of Your heart. This is home. I am home in the chambers of Your heart. Thank You, Father. My words cannot fully describe the hidden treasures of Your heart. I am in awe. Love, Your daughter, Rita 🌼

Amen .

Divine Music 🪉🪉🪉🎶🎶🎶 This morning, I awoke with a vivid image of ourselves as a harp 🪉 in God’s tender hands. As He gently plucks the strings—our lives—beautiful music 🎶 flows forth. He plays this melody in intimate solitude, singing words and commands that fulfill the deepest desires of His heart for us. Our lives, with all their stories, become a song orchestrated by God’s grace and His merciful touch. It is not in frantic movement that we hear His melody, but in His quiet, still voice that we are led. In obedience to that voice, our lives dance amid the refining fire of God’s mercy and grace. No longer do we strive to earn; now we live according to His heart and His desires for us. We move in rhythm to the music He draws from our lives. We are the harp in God’s hands. In the throne room of God, we are like a harp brought before Him, accompanied by our prayers rising as incense in golden bowls. God lifts the harp and plays the song of our lives—rewriting our story, answering our prayers through divine melodies. There, we encounter His heart in songs of praise, for He first meets ours by pouring songs into our spirit, even before our prayers are fulfilled. We beheld God singing over us, playing our lives as a harp 🪉, composing the story He longed for before we were born—a unique song of His heart, that crafted us. Our lives reside as a harp 🪉 in God’s throne room, 24/7. Holy Spirit, thank You for drawing us into stillness, leading us into the chambers of God’s heart. Here, we dance along the path of the rhythm 🎶 he plays through our lives. We are the harp presented in the throne room, with our prayers carried by the elders and the living creatures whose eyes surround Him. Thank You, God; thank You, Jesus; thank You, Holy Spirit, for using us as an instrument to produce the beautiful music of Your heart. Let our lives speak solely of Your heart. Let them reflect only You, God. Let them be filled with the glorious music of Your heart. We are the instrument of music—the harp in God’s hands. Through our lives, He composes and fulfills the desires of His heart. In Jesus’ name, Amen Rita 🌼

Morning Thoughts 📚✍️📚 The root of the Christian life is as secret as the life itself. The mere name of being a Christian is but a dead thing; we must be filled with the spirit of divine life. This life is mysterious. The inner work of the Spirit of God in us is hidden from the world. It is a work that only God’s hand can accomplish—regenerating a person into a born-again child of God. In time, the man begins to bear the fruit of God’s kingdom as the result of God’s handiwork increasing within his inner life. Accepting Christ is only the beginning of a man’s journey into the likeness of God. When a man has the Spirit of Christ in him, a divine and powerful seed is planted within. Yet he must be willing to obey and surrender to the works of the Holy Spirit in him, or he is never truly born again of the water and the Spirit. Many accept Christ with words, but the reality is nowhere to be found in them because they continue in sin. When a man has the Spirit of Christ—God’s seed remaining in him—he cannot continue in sin. If he continues to sin, he is preaching a gospel that claims God’s seed in him has no power to change him. This is an insult to the Gospel of the Resurrection. When a man has the seed of God in him, he continues to be radically changed from glory to glory. He does not make excuses that the grace of God covers him while he knowingly continues in what is sin, nor does he hide behind religious phrases such as “we all are sinners and fall short of God’s glory.” We are living in a time when God is separating His own from those who merely call themselves Christians. There will only be those whom the Spirit of God identifies as His own, because He is at work in their lives. And Christians don’t go to heaven but those whom the Spirit of Christ is at work in them and they are led by God’s Spirit. Those whom the Spirit of Christ testifies that they are God’s child. Rita 🌼

I pray that repentance, forgiveness, and righteousness be the motives of our votes today. When God rebukes us, may we humble ourselves and repent. When He blesses us, may we still seek His face and walk with Him continually. Let His righteousness be the heart of our daily lives and every decision. Establish us in your righteousness, Lord, in every situation, whether rebuke or blessing, that all may be according to Your righteousness. Amen

God sees the tears of the forgotten, the hungry, and the poor, and He holds those in power accountable for what they do with them. Promises are made in abundance, yet the lives of people in Iran have been treated as pawns in the game of a nation’s economy. One power fights for its survival; another seizes the moment to tighten its grip on the distribution of oil. Not a single death in any nation has escaped the notice of God. It is a sorrowful thing that so much should hang in the balance, and yet one watches the powerful reduce ordinary people to nothing—until the day their own positions of power and control are threatened. Then, suddenly, it is the poor and the forgotten whose votes they earnestly solicit. The simple, watching from below, see little difference in who occupies the seats of power. The persecution has already begun, whether Democrats or Republicans hold the reins. Christians are persecuted in silence. Unless one is a Christian of a particular stripe—the kind that matches the prevailing tastes—one’s voice, one’s tears, and one’s struggle simply do not count. Evil wears two faces. One carries a Bible while it holds power; the other works openly with the devil. Both will turn upon you if you do not look like them or echo their opinions. Today I remember the blood of the thousands of Iranians who died upon a false promise. Today I remember every family torn apart by war. Today I remember the forgotten also in America—Christians silently persecuted by both Democrats and Republicans because they do not resemble them. Today I remember the homeless forgotten. If only it were not merely billionaires who are invited into the White House. I pray for the day when an ordinary homeless person is welcomed into the house that was meant to serve them. There is nothing wrong with billionaires as such. But when the poor are crushed and bled so that the powerful may pursue their dream, it is God who rises against the powerful. He hands them over to their enemies. God sees the motives of the heart. When God gives you the opportunity to make a change, do not become the very enemy you once opposed. Be the change you hunger for, and treat all people with respect. Yet somehow one sees people lose their health insurance, their source of food, unable even to avoid the cost of gas, while the rich cry out against fraud and in the process dismantle the lives of the innocent without fixing the problem to make sure the innocent are protected. They fashion a future that challenges the existence of God and mock Him, as though He were not the One who holds their very breath together. Now I understand why Samuel rebuked Saul and told him that on that day God was taking the kingdom from him and giving it to another. It pains me to see those who call themselves Christians create environments that cater only to their own preferences, then beg for votes to maintain their power and their lifestyle. Yet I remember that God sees the motives of the heart. God works out the proper end of everything, including a day of disaster for the wicked. I pray that if given the second opportunity again, that we do not touch the holy things of God with unclean hands. And check the heart and its motives. May God have Mercy on this Nation.

The Clash of Power never ends well when man assume they can Go up against the will of God. Exodus: Gods and Kings (2014) Red Sea Scene youtu.be/JCIbQ3BSvJk?is=wghG… via @YouTube

It was his own that betray David but God is with him. My favorite part of the movie. David vs. The Philistines | House of David Season 2 | Clip | Prime Video youtu.be/1saxpHt8bLQ?is=NiCZ… via @YouTube

Lord, Let our church services today be led by Your Spirit and not by a program or a routine. We are hungry for Your presence, not merely for a well run Sunday service. We ask that You would fill our pastors and worship leaders with Your Spirit, and give them grace and courage to follow Your leading. Use them, Lord. Anoint them so that what they plan and what they say becomes a vessel for Your presence rather than a substitute for it. Where routine or fear of the unknown would limit what You want to do, break through powerfully, and help them yield to You. Rebuke them if You must, for the sake of hungry souls, Lord. We thirst for You, Lord. As the deer pants for the water brooks, so we thirst for Your righteousness. Rebuke them for our sake. Forgive us where we have settled for less than Your presence. Awaken hunger in all of us and discern by those in place to guide us. Let us be led by Your Spirit in worship. May the service become a meeting place where time touches eternity, and we no longer leave starved for You. If we must worship longer than the man made program, lord help us defeat time and flow endlessly with your Spirit. Pour out Your Spirit among us. Let Your glory come, and may every heart be open to what You desire to do. We need You, Lord. Help our hungry souls. In Jesus’ name, Amen. Sign Hungry Souls

November 1, 2026 After a month of fasting for Israel, for this nation, and for the stubborn realities of her own life, she stood in a place familiar enough, though no less heavy for being so. The desert was around her, the storm had already risen at her back. The sea still waited, unparted, before her face. She had looked for at least a glimmer of light at the far edge of the wilderness. Instead there was only a certain heaviness, and with it thoughts that arrived with the plain weight of common sense. They spoke of lack, as if the purpose of the journey were smaller than her very existence. They asked, quite reasonably, “Where is your God now?” These were not foolish questions. They were the sort any honest person might ask if she found herself where she was. She had no desire to pretend they did not press. Yet the claim she had long held, if true, did not require the pressure to disappear. It required only that the pressure be understood. She is a child of God, and these waters will part, not because she felt it, but because that is the sort of thing the God in whom she believes has been known to do. The difficulty was real. Other explanations seemed less adequate. So she said what she could say. “Let Your will be done in me. Take from me the selfishness that keeps measuring the promise against my own comfort. And if the promise does not appear in my lifetime, let the next generation receive what I only hold in trust. The fathers of faith saw the promise from a great distance and still walked toward it. Let me walk in their footprints for this nation and for Israel. If faith is all that remains to me of a song I shall never hear finished, then let me rest in their company. That, at least, is not unreasonable. My soul is very tired today. I do not ask to be excused from the difficulty; I ask only to be carried through it. Let me hear only Your voice above the ordinary accusation that You do not love me. It is a selfish thought; I place it under Your authority. Hear the prayer, such as it is. Breathe life into what is worn. Thy will be done in heaven and on earth.” Amen. The desert did not change around her. The storm still pressed at her back. The sea still waited, unparted. But she remained standing, and that, for the moment, was enough. Then she began to walk through the parted waters, a child of God. Rita 🌼

If we are not living through the mind of Christ, the kingdom of God cannot be established in the hearts of man.

This is why I will vote Republican. I don’t agree with everything they do but I will vote to save young people from having their healthy body parts removed by hospitals and taking away parents rights like in California. If you have kids and think you are safe from this policies in your states, don’t be fool. When democrats take over like in California, they will remove your kid and send you to Jail in order for hospitals to affirm their ideology. They make a lot of money and when the surgical complications happen , it is the poor kid that will live it for the rest of their lives. A kid living with a fistula is inhuman. Protect your kids. And stop thinking it won’t happen to you.

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