As For Me And My House..

         “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.”  Joshua 24:15

It’s a vow, not just a verse. A decision that stands even when feelings falter. Even when prayers take time. Even when hearts are still healing. 

Hey there, 

We’re born as empty canvases. Who we become is painted by the hands that raise us, the words spoken over us, the patterns we witness, the faith (or lack of it) we inherit.

Some of us learned about God early, almost by default. We were born into church, taught to bow our heads, to recite prayers, to sing hymns. But sooner or later, you realize you have to know Him for yourself.

Because one day, even the people who taught you about Him might forget what they once believed. They might say or do things that don’t match the truth they handed you.

And then you’re faced with a choice: Will you still stand?

The midwives in Exodus made a choice. 

‭‭Exodus‬ ‭1‬:‭15‬-‭17‬, ‭20‬ ‭NLT‬‬

“Then Pharaoh, the king of Egypt, gave this order to the Hebrew midwives, Shiphrah and Puah: “When you help the Hebrew women as they give birth, watch as they deliver. If the baby is a boy, kill him; if it is a girl, let her live.” But because the midwives feared God, they refused to obey the king’s orders. They allowed the boys to live, too.”

“So God was good to the midwives, and the Israelites continued to multiply, growing more and more powerful.”

They feared God more than Pharaoh. They chose obedience even when it was risky. And God saw them. He honored them. He rewarded them.

Maybe today you’re standing in the middle of a choice too, to hold to what you know is right, even when it costs you. To break family cycles that dishonor God. To fear Him more than people.

Remember the midwives.
Remember the God who sees.
The God who blesses obedience.
And make the decision. 

But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord. 

Love,
B 




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