Milking cows taught you something about showing up. The more time you spent with them, the more you noticed. The little changes, what was normal, and what wasn't. Our relationship with God is much the same. The more time we spend with Him, the more familiar His voice becomes. And sometimes the real question isn't whether He's speaking. It's whether we're open to what He has to say.

Milking cows taught you something about showing up. The more time you spent with them, the more you noticed. The little changes, what was normal, and what wasn't. Our relationship with God is much the same. The more time we spend with Him, the more familiar His voice becomes. And sometimes the real question isn't whether He's speaking. It's whether we're open to what He has to say.

One of my earliest surprises was discovering that pickles came from cucumbers. I watched Grandma slicing them one summer, and I didn’t believe her—not until I saw it for myself. To me, pickles came from jars. That’s just how the world worked. When you’re little, you don’t think much about where things come from. You simply accept the finished product. It never occurs to you that there was a story before what you can see. It’s obvious now, but as a child it felt like discovering a secret. Looking back, I think that’s one of the gifts of growing up on a farm. You didn’t just see the finished product—you watched the whole process. Seeds became gardens. Milk came from cows. Cucumbers became pickles. Every season quietly reminded you that there was more happening than you could see at first glance. I wonder if that’s part of what Jesus meant when He spoke about becoming like little children. Not being childish, but never losing our sense of wonder. The more we walk with God, the more we discover that His world is full of things deeper than they first appear.

DNA SIMILARITIES POINT TO A CREATOR, NOT A COMMON ANCESTOR Evolutionists love to claim that DNA similarities prove humans and animals came from the same ancestor. They often repeat the outdated myth that human DNA is 98 percent similar to apes, even though modern research keeps pushing that number lower toward the mid 80s. But similarity is not evidence of evolution. It is evidence of a common Designer who built life on a shared biochemical language. Engineers reuse successful blueprints because they work. In the same way, the Creator used efficient, purposeful designs across many forms of life. Think about it. Humans share high percentages of DNA with all kinds of creatures. Around 90 percent with cats, 80 percent with cows, 60 percent with chickens, and even 50 percent with bananas. If similarity alone proved ancestry, we would have to say we are half banana and distant cousins to slugs. That is nonsense. These genetic overlaps do not point to random descent. They point to deliberate design. Life runs on ordered, repeatable systems because the God who made life is intelligent, consistent, and purposeful. Yet even with these similarities, humans stand completely unique. Only people are made in the image of God, as Genesis 1:27 declares, set apart with morality, creativity, and eternal purpose. Scripture explains the evidence far better than evolution ever could. Romans 1:20 tells us that creation reveals the power and wisdom of God in everything, even in the microscopic code of DNA. Genetic similarities are not the fingerprints of chance. They are the signature of the Creator who shaped life with intention. You are not the product of accidents and mutations. You are fearfully and wonderfully made, as Psalm 139:14 proclaims, crafted for relationship with the God who authored your very DNA

Good morning, brethren. 1. Morning devotion for today. MD.i. 😃🎀💝🎁🌺🌹MORNING TEA THE WORD FOR TODAY THURSDAY JUNE 18, 2026. "STOP COMPARING YOURSELF TO OTHERS" ‘They…compare themselves with themselves.’ 2 Corinthians 10:12 NIV ONE DEFINITION of success is: ‘Gaining wealth and fame.’ But how much wealth do you need to be successful? How much fame? Should you pick an arbitrary target? Should you compare yourself to others? What if you have decided to devote yourself to raising children of character, or serving your church and your community? Does that mean you are less successful? No. Success is doing the best you can, with what you have, wherever you are in life. The Bible warns, ‘When they measure themselves by themselves and compare themselves with themselves, they are not wise.’ When you play the comparison game you are like the two cows that saw the milk lorry go by with a sign, ‘Pasteurized, homogenized, Vitamin A added.’ One cow said to the other, ‘Makes you feel sort of inadequate, doesn’t it?’ God will help you to be all that you can be, but He will never help you to be someone else. When you focus your attention on who you aren’t, by comparing yourself with someone else, you lose sight of who you need to become. Ever heard of the eighteen/forty/sixty rule? When you’re eighteen, you worry about what everybody’s thinking about you. When you’re forty, you realize that it doesn’t really matter what they qthink about you. When you’re sixty, it dawns on you that most of them weren’t thinking about you at all! Paul’s life changed dramatically with one question: ‘Lord, what do You want me to do?’ (Acts 9:6 NKJV). Only when you ask that question, will you discover who you are and what God’s called you to be. Bible In A Year: Jer 1-3; Mark 14:66-72; Ps 144:1-8; Pro 14:1-4. Courtesy : Grace So Amazing Foundation 🌹🎀 *To partner with us, kindly refer to page 9 of the hard copy edition or simply send us a WhatsApp message/call on +2348128000068.*🎀💝🌹🌷. MD.ii. NOAH, THE MAN WHO BELIEVED GOD "By faith Noah, when warned about things not yet seen, in holy fear built an ark to save his family. By his faith he condemned the world and became heir of the righteousness that is in keeping with faith." – Hebrews 11:7 Noah was born 1056 years after the creation of heaven and earth. He and his wife had three sons: Shem, Cham and Japheth. Noah was 950 years old. Noah is best known as ‘the righteous one’ and is one of the heroes of faith in Hebrews 11. He walked with God While the nations of the earth lived in deep sin and the hearts of the people were full of anger, Noah was not influenced by the sinful lifestyle of his contemporaries and he continued to walk holy and righteous because he walked with God. Therefore, God was pleased with Noah and he and his family were spared during the flood which destroyed everything on earth at that time. Paul says in Romans 1:18: ‘The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of people, who suppress the truth by their wickedness.’ We live in a confused world where many people are spiritually blind. You realize that there is more and worse sin. Jesus Christ and the prophets have warned us about this. And yet many people do not see the seriousness of this time while we see God's judgment approaching fast. This world is only getting worse each day. Revelation 22:11 says: ‘Let the one who does wrong continue to do wrong; let the vile person continue to be vile.’ Have you ever thought how terrible it is for God to carry out those judgments? The Bible says: ‘But You are a forgiving God, gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love.’ But sin also brings judgment and punishment. Romans 6:23 says: ‘For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.’ Jesus is our Ark of salvation. https://www.theblessingdevotional.com 2. Morning Prayer for today. MP.i. Morning Prayer 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 Prayer is the greatest of all forces, because it honors God and brings Him into active aid. ⏤ E.M. Bounds O God, we would be strong for this new day, and we wait upon You to renew our strength. You have given us renewal in sleep—and we thank You for this. You give Your beloved sleep—and You give them blessings while sleeping. For the goodness of the night, we give You hearty thanks. We need also spiritual strength for the day that is before us. We shall meet temptations. We shall have duties to perform. We shall have burdens to carry. We shall have conflicts with the evil that is in the world. We need strength for all these experiences. You only can give us what we need. You are our refuge and our strength—a very present help in times of trouble. You have promised to be with us and to strengthen us. You have said that as our days are—so shall our strength be, and that Your grace is sufficient for us. We accept these assurances, believing that we shall obtain help from You for every duty and every struggle. We desire that this shall be a profitable day. Lord, give us faith that we may not fail of Your help at any point. Let us not faint nor grow weary in our work. We go to our different duties and tasks in Jesus' precious name, and we desire to live for You all the day. Bless our home life. Bless our work and business. Bless our association with neighbors and friends. Fill us with Your love, that we may live worthily all the day, affectionately as a family, bearing one another's burdens, in peace with all people as much as lies in us, and compassionately toward the troubled, the sorrowing, and the sinning. Keep us from accidents and injuries as we go about. Give us good health. Make us wise unto salvation. And to Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, we will give praise forever and ever. Amen. https://www.youdevotion.com/daily-prayer/miller/74/morning #taptapstudio #youdevotion.

FLIRTING WITH MOSES IS CHEATING ON JESUS Let’s be honest about the lie most Christians have been fed: "You’re totally free from the law… except for the Ten Commandments.” It sounds holy, but it completely guts the power of the cross. It is one of modern Christianity's sacred cows: the obsession with living under tablets of stone. Paul the apostle didn't mince words. He called the Ten Commandments a ministry of condemnation and death. You can't play covenant hopscotch. When you flirt with the Ten Commandments, you miss the freedom, life and power found in Jesus. Time to discover how liberating it is to leave the law behind.

On Eid al-Adha, our streets turn into slaughterhouses. Rivers of blood flow across the asphalt, the stench of death fills the air, and the lifeless bodies of sheep and cows are left in public alleys and roads. Animals that, until their final moments, look at us with eyes full of terror, pain, and desperation — all sacrificed for the traditions and customs of Muslims. What kind of celebration is this, where joy is built upon the suffering and death of innocent beings? What kind of culture normalizes such violence and bloodshed in the heart of cities, right in front of children’s eyes? Animals are living, sentient beings. They feel fear. They feel pain. They are not “gifts” or “sacrifices.” They are victims of ignorance, blind traditions, and outdated customs. Instead of spilling blood in the streets, we should think about the lives being taken for no real reason. A true celebration is one where our hands are not stained with blood and our conscience remains alive.

#3 Holy Wit – Reflections (WW – Wisdom and Worship – Psalm 92; Psalm 145) Scripture References: Psalm 92:1–5; Psalm 145:1–6 There was an older farmer I knew years ago who had the unsettling habit of talking to his cows. Not occasionally. Constantly. Every morning before daylight he would head out to the barn in chore boots that looked as though they had personally survived several wars. Coffee thermos in one hand. Feed bucket in the other. And from somewhere in the darkness you would hear him carrying on full conversations with livestock. “Well now, settle down there, Margaret.” “You’re acting like you haven’t eaten since the Truman administration.” “You girls are moodier than a church potluck committee.” And the cows, for reasons known only to cows, seemed perfectly content with the arrangement. Now the thing I remember most was not actually the conversations. It was the singing. Because somewhere between pouring feed and hauling hay, this old farmer sang hymns. Not professionally. Not especially on key either, if we’re being completely honest before the Lord. But constantly. “How Great Thou Art.” “Great Is Thy Faithfulness.” “Blessed Assurance.” The barn became a kind of low-budget sanctuary held together by nails, mud, and tractor parts. At the time I assumed this was simply an old rural eccentricity, like chewing toothpicks or distrusting all modern thermostats. But looking back, I think Psalm 92 explains people like him. “It is good to give thanks to the LORD.” Not merely proper. Good. Modern people tend to think of praise as emotional overflow — something that happens spontaneously during unusually inspiring moments. But the Psalms describe praise more like spiritual nutrition. Something healthy. Necessary. Formative. And perhaps older believers understand this better than younger ones because life eventually teaches you that the human mind drifts naturally toward worry the way shopping carts drift toward parked cars. Left unattended, the soul slides. Toward complaint. Toward fear. Toward irritation. Toward endless mental rehearsals of everything currently wrong with civilization, family, weather patterns, politics, cholesterol numbers, and the suspicious new noise coming from the truck engine. So the Psalms repeatedly call believers back into deliberate worship. Morning and evening, Psalm 92 says. “Every day,” Psalm 145 says. Not because God forgets who He is overnight and needs periodic reminders from nervous Christians. Because we forget. Human beings are forgetful creatures. Yesterday’s answered prayer becomes today’s fresh panic. The Lord carries us through one impossible season and by Thursday afternoon we are already behaving as though the universe has slipped free from His supervision entirely. The Psalms fight that drift relentlessly. They drag the wandering soul back into remembrance. “His faithfulness every night.” That line grows heavier the longer one lives. Because eventually you realize God’s faithfulness is not theoretical. It is cumulative. You look back and see decades of provision you barely noticed while rushing through them. Prayers answered slowly. Deliverances that arrived quietly. Protection you only recognized years later. And somehow praise becomes less theatrical and more steady. Less fireworks. More foundation. That old farmer likely never imagined himself a theologian. But every hymn in that barn was quietly shaping his heart. Repetition was forming him. That is one of the great truths underneath Psalm 145: human beings become shaped by whatever regularly occupies their attention. If a person spends every day marinating in outrage, panic, envy, and endless digital noise, those things eventually carve channels into the soul. But worship shapes people too. Regular praise steadies the mind. It reminds us that God remains glorious even while the world behaves like a shopping cart with one bad wheel pulling violently toward the ditch. And perhaps that is one reason the Psalms speak so often about daily praise rather than occasional praise. Because worship was never meant to be emergency equipment pulled out only during catastrophe. It was meant to become rhythm. Habit. Orientation. A way of walking through the world remembering continuously that the Lord is still faithful, still sovereign, still worthy of praise. Even in muddy barns. Even in weary seasons. Even when the singing is somewhat offensively off-key. Especially then. #HolyWitBibleStudy #GordonMcGinnis #WWWisdomAndWorship #Psalm92

Three Angels Broadcasting Network Devotional. The Little Girl at the Station By Julia Sinitsyna May 16th, 2026 “Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence?” Psalm 139:7 My relatives and I often went to our dacha—our small house in the Russian countryside—when I was young. I loved the apple trees, strawberries, currants, and raspberries we grew there. We grew beets and carrots, too. But the house was not suitable for spending the night, so every evening we returned back to the city. Fortunately, it only took 15 minutes by train, but that seemed like an eternity to me as a seven-year-old! As I looked out the window, I admired the neighboring country houses and watched the people and dogs running around. On the other side of the tracks, the cows grazed in the meadows. Trees and villages flashed by, until finally, in the distance, I saw a high-rise building of my city. This meant we would be arriving soon, and we’d walk a few kilometers back home on foot, loaded down with buckets of berries and apples. My cousin Lena was my age and would often travel with us. Then we’d play together as we waited for the train in the nearby village. One evening, after running around plenty, we stopped and began to talk. I am not sure exactly what we were talking about, but suddenly, Lena asked me, “Do you believe in God?” I immediately felt embarrassed, and wanted to hide. Her question disturbed the peace in my little heart. Did I believe in God? My grandfather was a Communist party worker, and my grandmother was a teacher. Mom was a teacher at the Institute, and those were Soviet times! Nobody had forbidden me to believe in God, and there was no atheist propaganda in our family; but somehow, I felt that to believe in God was a shame and that talking about Him was inconvenient. I never had the urge to think about spiritual things. Ever. Then suddenly, the question, “Do you believe in God?” “I don’t think there is a God!” I blurted out, and for some reason, I lifted my head. I saw the sky—a pale, undefined color—and I heard an inner voice telling me, Yes, there is... Here I was, a little girl, standing at this little train station and looking up at the sky—and the sky told me, I am here. Quiet, patient, affectionate. I felt ashamed already because of what I’d said out loud, and I felt a little scared, as if I had abandoned something important, betrayed a friend. I’m sorry, flashed through my head. I’m not even sure what exactly I thought, but I was sorry that I’d said there was no God. The train came up, chirping merrily, and we jumped into the carriage and rushed along the dachas and woods, along the meadows pungent with the evening smells of herbs. The mind of a child who lives a happy childhood cannot carry feelings of guilt for long, and I forgot about this incident. But ten years later, I found God. And so did Lena. Now I recall that moment with warmth. I know that God sees each of us from above and from within—and He still looks at that little girl who stood at that little station with her head up, who couldn’t understand what was in the heavens. I know He is calling and waiting. One cannot hide from His sight, one cannot escape from His face. And there is no need, because He does not condemn. He loves.

TODAY WITH GOD Genesis 41:1-8 (NIV) 41 When two full years had passed, Pharaoh had a dream: He was standing by the Nile, 2 when out of the river there came up seven cows, sleek and fat, and they grazed among the reeds. 3 After them, seven other cows, ugly and gaunt, came up out of the Nile and stood beside those on the riverbank. 4 And the cows that were ugly and gaunt ate up the seven sleek, fat cows. Then Pharaoh woke up. 5 He fell asleep again and had a second dream: Seven heads of grain, healthy and good, were growing on a single stalk. 6 After them, seven other heads of grain sprouted—thin and scorched by the east wind. 7 The thin heads of grain swallowed up the seven healthy, full heads. Then Pharaoh woke up; it had been a dream. 8 In the morning his mind was troubled, so he sent for all the magicians and wise men of Egypt. Pharaoh told them his dreams, but no one could interpret them for him. DREAM THE LORD GIVE US DREAMS THAT ARE REVELATIONARY TO LIFE ISSUES AND SITUATION AND AN EXPOSITION OF IMPEDING DOOM AND JUDGEMENT. Personal Decision: Is Your body a Sanctuary? Pastor Toluwalope T Adedoyin ©FFOC 14-05-26​