✝️Red🩸Letters✝️

I pray in Jesus Christ✝️ name as Your Holy Spirit dwells…
May you provide guidance this day
For good reasonings,
there was a certain moment recently
in a quiet time of the day
where “I saw nothing but “red”!”
This caused me to reflect on something I saw that made me wonder.🤔
What could be possible “if”.
This caused me to pray more fervently.
So, now, Lord I am here.

Lord ✝️ Jesus…
not rushing this one,
nor am I assuming,
not speaking first—
just here.
Because when everything turns red in the 🕊️spirit,
it’s hard not to think 🕊️ about
Your 📖Words✝️,
Your 👍🏾warnings,
Your ✝️promises,
Your mercy written in letters the world couldn’t erase.

You✝️ spoke and storms listened.
You✝️ spoke and demons left rooms quietly.
You✝️ spoke and sinners stood up straighter.
You✝️ spoke and disciples dropped nets,
not because they understood everything—
but because truth sounded like home.

So tonight, Lord…
we sit with what You said.
Not opinions.
Not commentary.
Not noise.
Just red letters.
They keep us consistent.
They rebuke the lies
Guide my eyes
Only to see that which is 📖”red”
Yeah!

I’m fixated on your Word✝️ to get 👍🏾us🕊️
Exactly where 👍🏾we🕊️ need to go
It’s the way it’s supposed to be
Especially me👍🏾!
1Corithians 11:1-3
Study✝️ to show yourself😏…!

Like,
“Follow Me.”
“Fear not.”
“Take heart.”
“Abide in Me.”
“Let not your heart be troubled.”

Every word weighted.
Every sentence eternal.
Every promise still breathing.
Yeah!😏

Lord, this is in my heart
You said heaven and earth would pass away,
but Your words – would – not.
So we place our questions beneath Your voice.
Our curiosity beneath Your counsel.
As we yield our choice,
Our feelings beneath Your authority.

Because red letters aren’t suggestions.
They are direction.
They aren’t poetry alone.
They are life.
After All,
This is just a conversation!

Jesus…
teach us why You spoke plainly
yet pierced deeply.
Why You comforted the broken
and confronted the proud.
Why You never rushed hearts,
but always reached them.

And as we study tonight,
as we pray tonight,
as we sit under Your teaching—
let Your words do what they’ve always done:
divide truth from tradition,
light from shadow,
peace from pretense.

Now Lord…
[As for 🕊️her—
if we see her turn red…]
let it not be from embarrassment,
but illumination.
Not pressure,
but recognition.
Not emotion alone,
but understanding settling in.

Let it be that quiet moment
when Your words land gently,
yet firmly,
and something clicks—
not because someone spoke well,
but because You✝️ spoke first.

Jesus…
This is Your Spiritual classroom
keep us students of Your voice.
Not just readers of Scripture,
but hearers of You✝️ to do
Of Your good pleasure,
As the red letters shape our thinking,
steady our steps,
and school our hearts
in the way of truth.

Tonight we don’t need more noise.
We need Your✝️ Words.

So speak, Lord.
We are listening.
To You✝️

…in Jesus Christ✝️ name 👍🏾we🕊️ pray and give thanks.
Amen.