Whispers In The Quiet

The Presidential Birthday Cake

February 11, 2026

A True Story

When I was a little girl I had a moment in time unlike many ever get the happenstance to have. My stepfather, Troy Daniel Williams Jr., was a renowned baker who had been one of the first three-D cake decorators in his time. He had baked cakes for several famous people in his life, such as Christopher Reeve, as we all know was the first Superman, and others as well.

In this instance my father was commissioned to bake a birthday cake for the then president in his first year of inauguration, the actor and president Ronald Reagan. A little back story is that in my house growing up my stepfather would ask us what we wanted on each of our birthday cakes. So as I was six at the time, I, being true to my age and honest to a fault, listened closely, though not always obediant.

My father had created this sweet treat and was obliged to deliver it to the Oval Office in Olympia, Washington. His assistant could not attend the delivery, so my father asked if I would go with him to hold the cake on the drive there. As we journeyed to deliver this cake we, in our orange and brown Ranchero, needed to get fuel. So as my father started to step out of the vehicle he looked at me and, being he was hearing and speaking impaired, he signed to me in American Sign Language, “Sissy, do not look at the cake.” He repeated this hand gesture three times to indicate how serious it was that I obey him.

I agreed in my confused nod, but it was simply too much for my six-year-old mind to understand why I could not look at my daddy’s creation. My father made beautiful birthday cakes, so I disobeyed him and I peeked. Ohhh goodness, I instantly knew why he had explicitly said do not look at the cake. It was a busty three-D blond bombshell wrapped partially in the American flag with her bosoms showing all her glory.

I later, after growing up, learned it was a depiction of Marilyn Monroe, the former president JFK’s movie-star love affair, and an inside joke for the current president and his former career as an actor. Making this cake was a gesture to him from his constituents.

Moments after my father returned to the car I turned bright red with embarrassment and my father smiled and laughed aloud. He gave me the universal shame-shame finger sign as I apologized sheepishly, that I was sorry, rubbing my tiny fist against my heart to indicate my sincere apology.

So the journey continued till we arrived at what to me appeared to be a round castle, and we were met by a handful of tall scary men in suits and they searched our persons and ushered us in to meet the president. When the cake was set down on a round table, a few interpreted words given as instruction to my father, the man of the hour crossed the threshold and shook my hand, asking me, “Little lady, how are you?”

And I, with a glint in my eye and a smirk on my lips, gave the president of the free world a piece of my mind. I huffed with my arms folded and stated so matter-of-factly that, “Mr. President, I don’t know why you picked that for your birthday cake, but you shouldn’t have.” I had scolded the president of the free world, oh so truthful to a fault, had no idea he hadn’t picked that cake for himself.

He looked at me with a quizzical brow and went to the cake on the table, lifted the lid on the pink cake box, and looked inside. He then laughed out loud with a rolling laughter and turned to my father saying something only adults would understand, and we were promptly excused.

I, as being a child who thinks like a child, had no way of knowing the power of the man I scolded, but as innocent minds we say the truth no matter how raw it comes out. I am thankful my heart was pure and that I had a moment so few ever have.

I shared a presidential birthday moment with former Ronald Reagan and scolded the president of the free world at six. I grew up telling people I had met him, but I don’t think anyone really believed me. This is a true account of that chance encounter at age six with our former actor turned president. I believe him to be one of the greatest presidents of our current times. May he rest in peace.

I learned that obedience is a gift for our betterment and truth an even greater gift, that we should see others with equality and reverence in all areas in life, for we never know when we are entertaining a man or woman of importance, or rather angels unawares.

From my quiet heart to yours …

— Spring Lynn Booth

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A childhood Sacrifice

February 11, 2026

A childhood Reflection

The year I was to turn eight years old was a year of lessons and life changes. I had befriended a girl at school named Jamie. I learned later in life that she was the half-sister to my half-sister. At this age I had no knowledge that I had a sister, having grown up with two brothers, one younger and one older.

This new friend was beautiful and sweet and very impoverished, it seemed. I knew that when I would walk to her house to play she was always embarrassed about her home, and though I wasn’t sure why, I didn’t want her to not have fun because we were at her place, so I devised a plan.

I told a fat lie and told her mother I was having a birthday party at my house the next day and really wanted her to come at ten o’clock, the next day being a non-school day. I had wrapped up a couple of my dolls and tied bows around them and cleaned my room, offered to help my mom make sandwiches, and then told my mom what I had done. I told her how much I wanted her to come and play with me at my house because she often seemed afraid for me to visit her house, and that if my mom would do this for me I would not have a birthday that year.

My mom, angry, looked at me with puzzlement and said fine, we need to bake a cake and go by the store. I explained what time I was expecting my friend, so Mom made haste. We baked a cake, bought some crayons, coloring books, and bubbles. We had sandwiches and chips. I put on my favorite pink dress and Mom tied ribbons in my hair.

When my friend arrived, Mom smiled and thanked her mother for bringing her daughter. We had played tea party with my dolls, colored in the pages, had cake and sandwiches. My friend Jamie was not afraid and her mind was peaceful. It was a glorious short birthday.

A couple hours later it was time to say goodbye to my friend and face the harsh reality that I was in soooo much trouble for asking my mother to go along with my lie, as it was not my birthday. And I accepted I was in for a birthday spanking like I had never had before. It hurt, and I willingly took it with tears in my eyes but joy in my heart because I gave my birthday away to my friend so she could be a happy playmate without fear.

I did not have another birthday that year. I understood that and did not ask when my day came and went. I did remember and prayed a repentant prayer in observance of my sinful nature. Though I was a child, I knew right from wrong. With thanksgiving in my heart I thanked the Lord for that lesson and my mother for covering my sin.

I learned later in life she was related to me, and my heart found so much more meaning than just the reason white lies are sometimes told to keep from hurting people whose hearts are tender or hurting from feeling burdened by their circumstances. I too have needed this act of grace.

I learned that we are sometimes asked to save face for the sake of our loved ones and that love covers a multitude of sins. I also learned that there is always a consequence for sinning, no matter if the reason was for someone else’s good. We have to weigh the outcome for ourselves and judge if the sacrifice is worth the cost.

In my case it was selfish in that I wanted to play with her at my house, but it was because I saw how afraid or sad she seemed at her home. I wanted to gift her a day of unhindered fun. I had prayed for her as a girl that though she doesn’t probably remember this, it lives on in me even now at my age in mid-life.

A birthday I will remember.

From my quiet heart to yours …

— Spring Lynn Booth

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A stollen Flower Garden

February 11, 2026

Memories from my little girl heart

A Stolen Flower Garden

When I was a little girl about seven years of age in Farmersville, CA, I lived on the street called Shasta Street next to the grammar school of Snowden. I would find myself staring out across the plot of grass between my home and the little lady who lived next door. I recall that in the season of late springtime or early summer how the weather would warm up, bringing with the sunshine soft rain showers and the flowers that would bloom all over my neighbor’s yard. A rainbow of colors and shapes of soft, fragrant petals to pick and adorn my tea table and hair.

I believed as a child that God gave us the flowers and that, wild as they were, they were free to all those who might want to pick them, and so I routinely went next door and stole flowers from her garden. I, not having the foresight to understand that this wasn’t the fact of the matter. Though in my childlike innocence thought that since she didn’t pick them, it meant that I could. My name is Spring, so it seemed befitting, and I relished in my playful heart the notion of my tea table all pretty with flowers. As I had often had tea parties with all my soft plush bunnies and toy dolls.

I, having a strong faith in the Savior, He accompanied me ever so often and we would speak on lovely things that helped me to embrace His place in my everyday life. But before I get distracted, let me again share my growth of learning that the flowers that adorned my table and my hair were not mine to pick for my good pleasure.

The sweet lass, though upset, came to knock on the door one morning and spoke with my mother to teach me that the flowers were not mine to pluck up and that if she would have me come over to her house every other morning, she would teach me how to take care of the garden and replant the flowers that I had so innocently stole. Excitedly I ran next door nearly every morning that early summer and helped pack the dirt around the baby seeds. A very much beloved pastime of mine — playing in the dirt, making mud pies and chocolate dirt cookies. It was quite pleasant for me, though it was hard not to want to pick all the pretty flowers.

At the end of a week, as my attention span was short, the sweet lady gave me a package of pink three-foot water lilies or some breed of lily. I was with my mother, all excited to plant some flowers around the base of the large oak tree and make it pretty, but once I had reached across the lawn to the great oak, the seeds in my paper package were gone missing, to my chagrin. I was sad and head hung low as my excitement transformed from elation to disappointment.

In the days that passed we had some heavy rains, and there was no sunshine to play outdoors. I recall one morning my mother called me to the living room window to look at the miracle in the yard. All those three-foot pink lilies had covered the yard, and it was a wonderment. I couldn’t believe my eyes — how beautiful they were, scattered every place I had walked. All that glorious splendor God gave to a seven-year-old girl in the form of flowers.

I went immediately and picked them at once. I brought them to my table, larger than life, and thanked the Lord for His beautiful, magical creation. I was blissfully happy.

I don’t recall planting any others or having a green thumb until I joined the FFA horticulture class in high school. It was my mother who could grow anything and bring back to life dead plants. She was gifted in this, and I believe she missed her calling. Or maybe her dreams were more simplistic.

However, the lesson escapes me still, though I understand when a person takes great care and pride in a thing, to see it swept away like a child picking the flowers from the garden of all their efforts, it can be discouraging to the process of working and waiting for the results of one’s labors. I hope that I have been more thoughtful in not trampling the efforts and prayerful outcomes of others’ dreams, rather they be the flowers in their gardens or any other such dream.

From My quiet Heart to Yours…

— Spring Lynn Booth

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Mistletoe Memories

February 11, 2026

Not a Whisper Moment Just a sweet family memory

I Woke With This Memory Of A Holiday Long A Go

The Mistletoe Branch

One Christmas, when the boys were about eleven and twelve, it was just William and Benjermen and me. Timothy and Megan were with their dad that year, so it was our small trio holding the holiday together.

I told the boys a story about my father — how once, when I was little, we climbed a tree together and gathered mistletoe. We tied ribbons around the little bundles, sealed them in baggies, and sold them for a dollar or two to make extra money for Christmas. My dad wasn’t a man of means, but he was rich in ingenuity. He always found a way to provide, and that lesson stayed with me.

Later that week, the boys asked what mistletoe was for. I told them about the tradition — how people hang it up, and whenever a man and woman pass under it, they’re supposed to kiss.

A few days later, I came home from work and nearly dropped my purse.

There stood William and Benjermen, both straining under the weight of the largest branch I had ever seen in my life — thick, heavy, and absolutely covered in mistletoe.

“Where in the world did you get that?” I asked.

They explained they had climbed a tree, just like in the story, and the branch had snapped. The farmer saw them struggling and asked what they were doing. When they told him about their grandpa and me selling mistletoe for Christmas, he let them keep the whole thing.

Then I asked, “So… are you boys planning to sell it?”

They shook their heads.

“No,” they said. “It’s your Christmas present. We wanted to give you lots of kisses.”

My heart just about burst right out of my chest.

We mounted that giant branch across the wide doorway between the living room and dining room. It was ridiculous. It was impractical. It was perfect.

Every time I crossed under it, one of those boys would appear out of nowhere and plant a kiss on my cheek.

It wasn’t really about mistletoe.

It was about love.

And that was the sweetest Christmas gift I ever received.

From My quiet Heart To Yours…

— Spring Lynn Booth

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Counting the Cost

February 1, 2026

In The Storms of Life

“To follow Him is to sail where He leads, not where the waters are calm.”

There is a verse Jesus speaks that sounds practical on the surface—almost ordinary.

He talks about a man who wants to build a tower.

Before laying the first stone, the man sits down and counts the cost (Luke 14:28).

Jesus isn’t giving construction advice.

He is teaching about discipleship.

Following Him was never meant to be impulsive or sentimental.

It was never meant to be entered lightly, out of emotion alone, or for what it might temporarily provide.

Jesus pauses the crowd and says, in effect:

Look ahead. Decide with clarity.

Because once you say yes, everything changes.

Salvation is a gift.

But obedience will cost you something.

Sometimes it costs reputation.

Sometimes relationships.

Sometimes comfort, certainty, or safety.

Sometimes it costs the very life you thought you were going to have.

Jesus never hid that.

He said plainly:

“Whoever does not carry his cross and follow Me cannot be My disciple.” (Luke 14:27)

Not may not.

Cannot.

And yet He does not say this to frighten us away.

He says it to call us into honesty.

Because there is a kind of faith that wants resurrection without crucifixion.

A belief that loves heaven but resists surrender on earth.

Counting the cost is not about earning salvation.

It is about understanding what obedience will require once salvation has already been given.

When a person truly sees the Kingdom—really sees it—everything else looks different.

Jesus said the Kingdom is like a treasure hidden in a field.

The man who found it sold everything he had to buy that field (Matthew 13:44).

Not out of grief.

Out of joy.

Still, choosing does not make the cost disappear.

Some obediences stretch across years.

Some sufferings return in new forms long after we believed they were finished.

This is where faith stops being abstract.

This is where testimony is forged.

Peter — The Cost of Being Chosen

Peter was not polished.

He was a fisherman.

Impulsive.

Quick-tempered.

Deeply emotional.

And yet Jesus said to him:

“Follow Me, and I will make you a fisher of men.” (Matthew 4:19)

Peter left his nets.

He followed.

But following did not make him flawless.

Peter walked on water—then doubted. (Matthew 14:29–31)

He swore loyalty—then denied Jesus three times. (Luke 22:54–62)

He spoke boldly—then spoke wrongly.

And still, Jesus chose him.

After the resurrection, Jesus asked him three times:

“Do you love Me?” (John 21:15–17)

Not to shame him.

To restore him.

Peter’s story shows us this:

God does not call the flawless.

He calls the willing.

And then He shapes them through the cost of obedience.

Peter’s failures did not disqualify him.

They prepared him.

Jonah — The Cost of Running

Jonah already knew God.

He was a prophet.

When God told him to go to Nineveh, Jonah ran the opposite way (Jonah 1:3).

Not because he doubted God’s power—

but because he knew God was merciful.

He did not want mercy for those people.

So he fled.

A storm came.

A ship trembled.

A sea raged.

Jonah was thrown overboard, and the sea became calm (Jonah 1:15).

Then God appointed a great fish to swallow him (Jonah 1:17).

Three days in darkness.

Three days with nothing but his thoughts and God’s presence.

There, Jonah repented.

There, he remembered.

God released him.

And gave the same command again.

This time Jonah obeyed.

Nineveh repented.

Mercy fell.

And Jonah struggled with it.

Because sometimes the cost of obedience

is letting God be kinder than we are.

Jonah teaches us:

You can run from the assignment,

but not from the God who gave it.

The cost of running is heavier

than the cost of obeying.

And Then… There Are Stories Still Being Written

There are moments when obedience intersects with loss,

with pain,

with waiting that lingers longer than expected.

There are lives where the cost is not theoretical.

It is lived.

It is felt in the body and the soul.

Some testimonies wait, not because they are small,

but because they are holy.

Some stories carry miracles

and scars in the same breath.

And when the time comes,

they do not glorify suffering—

they glorify the God who kept His word through it.

Testimony — A Glimpse, Not the Whole

Most of my life when the cost of obedience became deeply personal.

I had heard the Lord warn me that something difficult was coming. He spoke my name and asked me to trust Him — not for escape, but for His presence through it.

At the time, I did not fully understand what that trust would require.

I had been called to leave a place I loved, a work that looked good and meaningful in my own eyes. But I hesitated. I listened to human voices instead of the Lord’s timing.

And in that hesitation came a turning point that changed my life completely.

What followed was not small.

It was not symbolic.

It touched every part of my life — my body, my memory, my future, and my understanding of surrender.

There were moments where my very life hung in the balance.

Moments where only God’s mercy could carry me through.

Moments where miracle after miracle whispered that He had not left me.

I learned then that counting the cost is not about fear.

It is about trust.

And sometimes the greatest surrender is not giving something up —

it is saying,

“Your will be done, my God, even when I do not understand.”

The full story is one I share carefully, because it is a whisper story — one that belongs to God’s timing.

But I can say this:

He kept His word.

He stayed beside me.

And what He allowed was never without purpose.

For now, I am still learning what it means to trust without seeing the whole journey.

The Word of God reminds us:

“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.

In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”

(Proverbs 3:5–6)

And again:

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord.

For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.”

(Isaiah 55:8–9)

Some stories are still being written.

Some testimonies are still becoming.

And sometimes obedience means walking forward before you understand why.

The rest of this story belongs to that kind of trust.

In my next post fallowing this one will be my testamony of counting the cost

The knowing that obediance in surender will change a life and not just your own.

From my quiet heart to yours may you hear His whisper…
— Spring Lynn Booth

— Spring Lynn Booth

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Email: Hopeministries2010@yahoo.com

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A Vow Spoken

January 31, 2026

Whispers In The quiet & A Box Of Sox Ministry

—Spring Lynn Booth

A Vow Spoken

Whispers in the Quiet

God is always listening. And in a moment when I spoke to Him the way a child vents to her closest friend, I opened my mouth in haste and anger—and learned the covenantal cost of a vow spoken before a sovereign God, who is just in His rewards and faithful to those who keep their word.

Scripture does not treat words as harmless or vows as symbolic. From the beginning, God reveals Himself as a covenant-keeping God—One who speaks, remembers, and remains faithful to what His lips have uttered. As He spoke life into existence with His words. Because we are made in His image, our words also carry weight, especially when they are spoken before Him. As Heaven is listening.

The Word of God warns us plainly:

“When you make a vow to God, do not delay to fulfill it. He has no pleasure in fools. It is better not to vow than to vow and not fulfill it.”
— Ecclesiastes 5:4–5

This is not written to instill fear, but to teach reverence. A vow made to God is not an emotional outburst that fades when feelings pass. It is a covenantal act. Once spoken, it is heard—and it waits.

Scripture reinforces this truth again with unmistakable clarity:

“If a person makes a vow to the Lord or swears an oath to bind themselves by a pledge, they must not break their word. They must do according to all that proceeds out of their mouth.”
— Numbers 30:2

The tongue is not neutral ground. It is capable of creating life or inviting destruction.

“Death and life are in the power of the tongue.”
— Proverbs 18:21

Words spoken in haste still count.
Words spoken in anger still bind.
And words spoken before God are never forgotten.

This is why Scripture describes the righteous person not as one who never errs, but as one who remains faithful even when obedience becomes costly:

“…the one who keeps an oath even when it hurts.”
— Psalm 15:4

Sometimes obedience looks loud and public.
But more often, obedience can be asked for in restraint.

It looks like silence when speaking would be easier.
It looks like waiting when explaining would feel justified.
It looks like trusting God with timing rather than demanding release.

“It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.”
— Lamentations 3:26

Jesus Himself affirmed that our words are accounted for—not because God is eager to condemn, but because He honors truth and covenant.

“Everyone will have to give account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken.”
— Matthew 12:36–37

This is the soil in which quiet obedience grows.
Not performance.
Not recognition.
But faithfulness carried patiently over time.

What follows is not a lesson.
It is my testimony.

A Box of Socks

When I was approximately fourteen or fifteen years old, I became friends with a foreign exchange student attending Golden West High School in Visalia, California. I no longer recall her name. I believe she may have been German, as I was enrolled in a German literature class at the time, though she also may have been Russian. Much time has passed.

It was the holiday season, and she was preparing to return home. Her stay in the United States was brief, limited by the terms of her visa. Because it was Christmas break, I asked her what she might want as a gift—something I could send her once she returned home.

She thanked me, then gently explained why sending her an elaborate gift would be inappropriate. Her parents were poor, she said, and in her country everyday necessities were extremely expensive. Milk cost twelve dollars. Toothpaste cost seven. Shampoo and household items were costly. Families often did not exchange gifts because meeting basic needs came first. Instead, they baked bread or cake, made small handmade items, and told stories together.

I hugged her and told her I understood.

But after she returned home, I could not shake what she had shared with me.

I still wanted to give her something—without dishonoring her or shaming her family. After careful thought and prayer, I decided to purchase the everyday necessities her family would normally have to buy, so they could save that money and use it for Christmas.

I took every dollar I had saved that year from babysitting—about two hundred dollars—and bought laundry soap, dish soap, bath soap, shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste, toilet paper, razors, and household cleaners that would not combust in shipping. I carefully packaged each item.

Still, I wanted something just for her.

So I bought a small wooden box from a hobby store, decorated it with beads, and filled it with every kind of socks I could find—striped socks, polka-dotted socks, socks with toes, all kinds. I included a note explaining that I hoped this gift would help bridge the gap between need and celebration, and I thanked her for being my friend across the miles.

It cost more to mail that box than it did to purchase the contents.

The day after Christmas, she called me in tears. Because I had sent the necessities her family would have needed to purchase, they were able to save money and use it for Christmas. She told me it was the best Christmas her family had ever had. She also told me how much she loved the socks, especially because it was very cold where she lived.

My heart swelled.

I wanted to tell my family what God had done with that small gift. But no one wanted to hear it. After trying for days, I became angry, went to my room, and in that moment spoke a vow to God: that I would never tell the story until someone bought me a box of socks.

Immediately, the Holy Spirit spoke my name, —“Spring, be careful to do what you have spoken, for you have just made a vow unto the Lord God.”

I repented at once, knowing I had spoken out of anger—but I also knew I must keep the vow.

And I did.

For fifteen years.

Every holiday, every birthday, when asked what I wanted, I answered, “A box of socks.” No one ever asked why. No one ever bought them.

Then, one Mother’s Day, a family from church took my sons to buy me a gift. When asked what I wanted, they said, “A box of socks.” Though Sister Daniels doubted them, my sons insisted.

That evening, after dinner, I was handed an unremarkable brown box. When I opened it and saw the socks, I wept. When I finally composed myself, I looked at my sons and said, “You remembered.”

Then I told the story.

For the first time in fifteen years, I was released to speak. I told the Christmas story on Mother’s Day. And when I finished, a little boy in the room—born to great wealth—said quietly, “I want a box of socks.”

In that moment, the spirit of charity passed on.

That was the day God placed A Box of Socks Ministry in my heart—not a church, but a bridge-the-gap ministry to help others hear His whisper and encounter His love.

And i had kept my vow to Father God and fullfilled it.

With A Humble Heart

I am reminded that the vow we speak is sacred and that our words hold life or death and we must be carful of the words we speak. I am filled with great sadness in my heart as i know i have said things i cant take back. Knowing there is a heavy price i will one day pay for those hasty unholy moments,
i have indeed spoken of in anger…

i pray that my Lord God forgive me Amen!

The Old Testament reminds us:
“Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.”
(Psalm 51:10)

The New testament tells us:
“Everyone will have to give account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken.”
— Matthew 12:36–37

From my quiet heart to yours, may you hear His whisper…
— Spring Lynn Booth

http://whispers-in-the-quiet.org
Email: Hopeministries2010@yahoo.com
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Bless it be to God

January 26, 2026

Yeah Though i walk through the valleys of the shadow of death and fear no evil, for the lord art with me…

Bringing Zion to earth is loving they neighbor as they self.

It is stepping in the gap and saying I will stand with you.

Loving with The Christ like faith in action.

We are commanded to love like Christ Jesus and in doing so we are to be willing to love perfectly even if He asks us to die for that love. Perfect love casts out all fear and no greater love has he than a man lay down his life for a friend.

Through the service to others we helping them; in like manor to the goodness we too would wish for we bring Heaven to earth. We are God’s hands and feet. We being made in the very image of God …

Blessed be to God that He loves so unmatchlessly that He would give His only Begotten son Jesus born of a virgin that we might have redemption from all sin.

He is light that gives warmth to our cold bitter places reminding us of His graciousness tords us. He sets us on paths illuminated to guide us into righteousness for His name sake.

He restores our souls with laughter giving us the oil of joy for healing in times of mourning. He tests us through tribulations that we may be purged of ourselves, the unclean nature of our humanness that we may rise to meet him on His Holy Hill…

And many more wondrous gifts, blessings, and wonders does He do all around us, if we being likeminded in pure faith stepping forward in unified belief trusting Him to meet our prayers.
And oh how he has made us in His own image , that we too may perform miracles signs and wonders from our pure faith and perfect love that we may indeed walk on this earth like Jesus.

He healed the sick, aided the blind to see, the deaf to hear and pardoned the sinful. He rebuked demonic possession and oppression gave scriptural peace in its place. He even so much as raised the dead back to life.

Did He Jesus not say that even We would do greater things than He… ?

We are made in the image of God and so we will be able to walk forth and do great things as
The Holy Spirit equips us. For it is indeed The Holy Spirit who does the work through us !

When we with repentant hearts having sanctified Him in our souls’. Our lives lining up with his ordaned plan for our good, we step into a place wherebye He on High may move and make a way where there seems to be no way.

And having also with all mindfulness surrender our own willfulness for His Leading.

Being then unified as believers walking in the same faith and in service to one another giving of our time talents and fruitful stewardship of goods, to sustain , lift up, and tenderly gather each other’s burdens. Unified until there is no more hunger , nakedness, hardship or evidence of its shame. Allowing restoration to our fellow brethren and sisters who then are made whole once more. Elevating them that they too may gift from an overflowing cup of cherity.

In doing so we bring Zion to Earth again!

Once in Vancouver I was visiting a church that was not my denomination because I had ties to that denomination growing up. I thought it might be a safe place to retreat when I felt like I couldn’t talk to the members of my own church without being judged or causing harm. They are not as strict in some ways as we are . And as I wasn’t sure what approach to take yet and needed advice that was not pre-determined by standard policy. I could seek help from outside my faith. I asked them questions about Father God and what the Bible said of certian matters and then asked them to pray with me that I might find comfort and an answer to my quandary.

As I began to speak to this female she grew resentful in demeanor ridged and judgy and my heart sank because though my intent was without motive and pure of heart. I gave my truth trusting a stranger to open up and ask for help in Christlike love and unity. She abruptly stated you are legalistic in the way you talk …

I stopped speaking, a little shocked and calmed my inner self and said do tell me dear sister if you had been saved 30 plus years as I have, how would you talk …?

The Lord had spoken to me and told me she was a baby christian and in authority and so she felt if she herself didnt talk that way, why would i be speaking with such authority and turn of phrase…

I shared with her that she had only been saved four years and though I believe her faith is sincere, my own does not overshadow her own . It only adds to each other. So that there was no reason to compete and perform. We are asked only to humble ourselves and be authentically who God created us. The Lord says edification of the Spirit with us will make us Bold before others.

God often speaks to us in the way that we would understand in the language and terms we understand . He created us all uniquely embedded in our DNA attributes and proclivities of personal nature that we gravitate to.

In many cases our upbringings and pre-exposure can influence us as well as our preferences of activities and books and habits, our creative energies and all the familial traits that make up the whole of who we are.

My family were brilliant thinkers and were also eccentric in our ways. We were private, careful and old fashioned and that made up who I am.

I gravitated to all things Biblical and seemed good for learning and teaching as I was challenged in these ways, unlike my beloved family. So they tolerated me but often I was set aside and told to fold my hands, be silent, look pretty and always be pleasing . Don’t sass or back talk, smirk or ask questions. Stay clean and take naps all your life. So I turned inward and outwardly only to God. Our Lord Jeusu was my best friend, my teacher, and most importantly my saviour!

Not in the way that others could understand but because I whispered prayers to him all my life and longed for His approval. He met me right where I was a little girl, a bit lost and He gave me strength and dignity to carry on and move forward in this life no matter the obstacles I would face. He shaped me into who I am today. So if my turn of phrase seems foreign to you, if my authoritative boldness rubs you wrong, or my declaration of fervor stuns you then seek the Lord…

for it was He who shaped me, influenced me and created me who I am today. I am the relational witness of a life in love with the savior …

From my quiet heart to yours may you Hear HIS Whisper
—Spring LynnBooth

2 Corinthians 3:18
But we all… beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory.

1 John 4:17–18
Herein is our love made perfect, that we may have boldness in the day of judgment… There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear.

Psalm 46:10
Be still, and know that I am God.

John 15:4–5
Abide in me, and I in you… he that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit.

Romans 8:38–39
For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life… nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

1 John 4:16
God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.

Micah 6:8
What doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?

John 14:23
If a man love me, he will keep my words: and my Father will love him, and we will come unto him, and make our abode with him.

Matthew 6:10
Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.

Acts 4:32–35
And the multitude of them that believed were of one heart and of one soul… neither was there any among them that lacked.

Isaiah 58:10–12
And if thou draw out thy soul to the hungry… then shall thy light rise in obscurity…

Hebrews 12:22
But ye are come unto mount Sion, and unto the city of the living God…

Matthew 25:40
Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

James 1:27
Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this…

Proverbs 19:17
He that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the LORD…

Acts 4:13
Now when they saw the boldness of Peter and John, and perceived that they were unlearned and ignorant men, they marveled; and they took knowledge of them, that they had been with Jesus.

Acts 4:29–31
And now, Lord, behold their threatenings: and grant unto thy servants, that with all boldness they may speak thy word… And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and they spake the word of God with boldness.

Proverbs 28:1
The righteous are bold as a lion.

2 Timothy 1:7
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

Ephesians 3:12
In whom we have boldness and access with confidence by the faith of him.

Hebrews 10:19
Having therefore, brethren, boldness to enter into the holiest by the blood of Jesus.

Hebrews 13:5 (KJV)
…for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.

Psalm 73:23–24 (KJV)
Nevertheless I am continually with thee: thou hast holden me by my right hand.
Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterward receive me to glory.

Deuteronomy 31:8 (KJV)
And the LORD, he it is that doth go before thee; he will be with thee, he will not fail thee, neither forsake thee: fear not, neither be dismayed.

Isaiah 41:10 (KJV)
Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

Psalm 16:8 (KJV)
I have set the LORD always before me: because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

Zephaniah 3:17 (KJV)
The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.

Psalm 139:7–10 (KJV)
Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?… even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.

From My quiet Heart to Yours may You Hear HIS Whisper

—Spring Lynn Booth

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Enduring Well

January 25, 2026

— Spring Lynn Booth

Refining Fires of Trial

There is a misunderstanding woven quietly into much of modern Christianity — a belief that if we truly follow Christ, our lives will become easier.

But that is not what the gospel teaches.

Jesus never promised continued comfort.

He promised His presence.

He said plainly:

“If the world hate you, know that it hated Me before it hated you.”

— John 15:18

And again:

“In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.”

— John 16:33

To follow Christ is not to avoid suffering.

It is to walk through it with Him.

The image above captures this truth beautifully — a soul standing in fire, yet not consumed, surrounded by divine light, not abandoned, but held.

The Refiner’s Fire

Scripture tells us not to be surprised by suffering:

“Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened unto you.”

— 1 Peter 4:12

The refining fire of God does not come to destroy us — it comes to reveal us.

The Holy Spirit forces us to see the error of our ways.

He reflects back to us our infirmities of heart , that we might see ourselves truly.

He removes the blinding mask of pride.

We begin to see all of our defects and blemishes.

We begin to see the heart ache , fears, and doubts that cripple us and hinder our maturity in Christ Jesus .

And in that unveiling, He shows us the Savior whom we have pierced.

“They shall look upon Me whom they have pierced, and they shall mourn for Him…”

— Zechariah 12:10

This is not condemnation.

This is conviction a holy awakening.

This is the sacred grief of repentance — where pride collapses, self-deception falls away, and grace finally becomes precious.

Purification of Gold is not refined by gentle warmth.

It is refined by blazing heat.

In the process of being tested and pressed on every side and brought low we are made pure holy in the likeness of Jesus that we may Endure Well and one day inter in to The Holy of Holies

A Personal Confession

This is my confession:

I have suffered much in obedience to God.

Not because He is cruel, distant , or unkind.

But because obedience requires surrender, and surrender often requires loss, endurance, and trust beyond understanding.

There have been seasons when obedience cost me more than just my comfort but it cost me everything.

There have been times when faith demanded perseverance.

More often than not those moments required walking His path alone by faith.

Yet He has remained faithful.

“My grace is sufficient for thee: for My strength is made perfect in weakness.”

— 2 Corinthians 12:9

Obedience is better than sacrifice.

(KJV):

“And Samuel said, Hath the Lord as great delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices, as in obeying the voice of the Lord? Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice, and to hearken than the fat of rams.”

— 1 Samuel 15:22

Temporary Troubles — Eternal Purpose

Scripture reminds us:

“For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.”

— 2 Corinthians 4:17

Our troubles are temporary.

They are not uncommon to man.

They are not meaningless.

They are not wasted.

Every tear.

Every loss.

Every lonely night.

Every misunderstood season.

God uses them all — not only to shape us, but to strengthen others.

“Blessed be God… who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble.”

— 2 Corinthians 1:3–4

Our testimony becomes a bridge of hope for those still walking their own valleys.

Why We Are Called to Testify

We are not merely permitted to share our testimony —

we are commanded to.

“But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts: and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear.”

— 1 Peter 3:15

We testify not because life is easy, but because faith is forged and tested in adversity.

Our stories whisper to weary souls:

Hold on.

God is still near.

This season will not last forever.

And sometimes, that whisper is enough to keep someone standing.

God Does Not Leave Us Alone in the Fire

Though we endure trials, God does not abandon us in them.

“The Lord shall fight for you, and ye shall hold your peace.”

— Exodus 14:14

“The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear Him, and delivereth them.”

— Psalm 34:7

“He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.”

— Psalm 91:11

Nowhere is this more beautifully displayed than in the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.

Bound and thrown into the furnace, they were expected to perish. But when King Nebuchadnezzar looked into the flames, he cried:

“Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt.”

— Daniel 3:25

Not even the smell of smoke clung to them.

God did not prevent the fire.

He entered it with them.

The Lowly, the Meek, and the Brokenhearted

Scripture tells us that God draws especially near to those who are wounded and humble in heart:

“The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.”

— Psalm 34:18

“Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.”

— Matthew 5:5

“To revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.”

— Isaiah 57:15

God does not despise weakness.

He meets us there , even asks it of us.

KJV):

“And He said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for My strength is made perfect in weakness.”

— 2 Corinthians 12:9

And the very next line says:

“Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”

— 2 Corinthians 12:10

Enduring Well

We are not only called to endure.

We are called to endure well.

With humility.

With trust.

With hope.

With faith anchored beyond what we can see.

Enduring well does not mean we never falter.

It does not mean we never grow weary.

It does not mean we always understand.

It means we remain faithful — even when the path is hard.

Because God is faithful to remain with us.

Closing Reflection

Our testimonies are given for the edification and encouragement of the saints.

And just as others are strengthened by the stories of God’s faithfulness in our lives,

we too are strengthened by remembering what He has already done.

In remembrance, we find courage.

In testimony, we find endurance.

In faith, we find hope.

And in hope, we find the strength to endure well — for the glory of His kingdom.

1 Thessalonians 5:11

“Wherefore comfort yourselves together, and edify one another, even as also ye do.”

Hebrews 10:24–25

“And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works:

Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together… but exhorting one another: and so much the more, we see the day approaching.”

Romans 1:12

“That is, that I may be comforted together with you by the mutual faith both of you and me.”

— Proverbs 27:17

“Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.”

From my quiet heart to yours,
may you hear His whisper…

— Spring Lynn Booth

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Anger A Slow Burn

January 4, 2026

Thought-Life Reflection

Anger A Slow Burn

Thought-Life Reflection

— Spring Lynn Booth

Slow anger often arrives on the scene in sudden, in-your-face moments. Within doing so it then finds room to sneak in as a brewing often silent subtle undercurrent of animosity. Festering under a negative thought life, that made room for an emotional mental shift. What is often referred to as a strong hold. A slow anger — a source of molting pressure in some cases masked as righteous indignation. As human nature varies we find that social norms that dictate our responses and affect our suppressed feelings that should have been spoken with care leave us with unsettling and unaddressed internal conflicts. Therefore they instead show up later in volatile ways, either mentally or emotionally . Creating harmful destabilization.

However we, as prudent saints, are required to lean into responsible surrender of such anger, allowing The Lord Jesus to take a measure of care to alleviate the tension within, as we repent.

Repentance is a way to rid ourselves of such tension, as The Holy Spirit begins to mend the hurt — ease the molting current underneath — into subdued surrender. Growth emerges from that calmness and remorseful afterglow, which brings with it humility and remembrance to be careful in our reactions in our pursuit of ungracious fervor from the anger that slowly burns.

As we are charged with good stewardship, of not only our monetary gains but our most precious asset, our testimonies. With it includes our reactions, behaviors, and responsibilities, to repent with sincerity and humility of heart. Gratefully with the evidence of our change in heart comes the hope that love exists. Grace and forgiveness given as love and tender mercy in such repentance replaces the slow burn and fills us with peace of mind and regulates our emotions with tenderness of humility.

Surrender of this slow burn with acknowledgment allows room for The Holy Spirit to move on our behalf. Then replacing the heart posture and our enteral minds eye as believers. Whereby with enduring truth and forgiveness grace then Filling the gulf of absence left in the purging ourselves of an unclean thought-life healing our bruised heart posture by sincere repentance, bridging the gap , filling us with all that is lovely and good. Bringing us back to our faith. In doing so gifting us the courage to face a new day hopeful and surrendered.

When we kneel, we are all made equal. And forgiveness — the ability of forgiveness, not only of others but of ourselves — can mend dark and unsettling places in the heart, allowing the mind a reprieve and letting the light come and live within, impeding the darkness and bringing about the healing power of joy.

The forgiveness of the Lord brings about much healing and in doing so arrives the restoration and fullness of joy. Our held actions, unrepentant mindsets and motives that created these slow burning anger under-current’s accompany our walk in this life. Be willing to lay down the corruptible slow burn of unforgiveness. A life whereby our eyes should stay focused on kingdom glory and not the temporal dissatisfactions of this world. Hold tight with all graciousness our companionship with The Holy Spirit, and unification among our family of saints. The unification of family, the saints, and the extended body of believers is blessed for it — for kingdom glory.

When we resolve slow-burning anger with a repentant heart in service to one another, in living the gospel principles that God has given us, we are able to walk forward with grace, dignity, peace, love and a sound mind.

Ephesians 4:26

“Be angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath.”
Anger is acknowledged, not condemned. The caution is about what we do with it.

Proverbs 14:29

“He that is slow to wrath is of great understanding: but he that is hasty of spirit exalteth folly.”
Slow anger is paired with understanding, not weakness.

James 1:19–20

“Let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath.”
Slowness here is wisdom and restraint — not suppression.

Psalms 37:8

“Cease from anger, and forsake wrath: fret not thyself in any wise to do evil.”
This distinguishes anger from destructive action. Feeling ≠ acting.

Ecclesiastes 7:9

“Be not hasty in thy spirit to be angry: for anger resteth in the bosom of fools.”
Hasty anger is the issue — not thoughtful, measured awareness.

Matthew 11:28–30

“Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”
Christ addresses the weight, not just the behavior.

James 1:17

“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above… from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.”
doesn’t tell us what to do; It tells us who God is in the middle of that process.

From my quiet heart to yours , may you hear His whisper…

— Spring Lynn Booth

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Laughter Like a Medicine

December 27, 2025

— Spring Lynn Booth

Laughter Like a Medicine

A Whisper in the Quiet testimony

A Tender Mercy From On High

Today I want to share something very simple, but very meaningful to me.

The Lord reminded me this week that laughter is like a medicine.

“A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.”

— Proverbs 17:22 (KJV)

Coming as I Am

I didn’t wake up this morning feeling particularly sad, but I also wouldn’t say I was cheerful. I was a little foggy, a little confused, and I didn’t even realize how much grief I was carrying. Still, I went to church grateful — grateful to be there, grateful for the service, grateful for the music, grateful for the saints, and grateful that someone was kind enough to give me a ride .

Inhabitation Of Praise

During the service, I was reminded of something I’ve learned over the years: God inhabits the praises of His people. When we sing and worship Him, something happens. We stop focusing on ourselves, our sorrows, our circumstances, and we align ourselves with truth. And when we do that sincerely, the presence of the Holy Spirit comes.

“But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.”

— Psalm 22:3 (KJV)

How Prayer Begins

That’s why, before I ever pray, I usually sing. And when I do, tears come, words come, and prayers flow — not from striving, but as though they’re handed to me straight from heaven.

His Presence Remains

That day was no different. The Spirit was present in the service. And when we left church, His presence didn’t leave with the closing hymn. His Spirit came with me.

Holy Laughter

As we were driving home, something very small happened — something silly, really. And yet, it was holy. The ride was gentle, playful, lighthearted. And suddenly, without warning, I began laughing. Not polite laughter. Not controlled laughter. But childlike, uncontrollable laughter — the kind you can’t stop even if you try.

“At that time Jesus answered and said… Except ye be converted, and become as little children…”

— Matthew 18:3 (KJV)

The Lord Speaks

And right in that exact moment, the Lord spoke clearly to me and said:

“Laughter is like a medicine, Spring.”

I knew immediately it was Him.

Like A Child

I am a prudent person. I’m modest. I’m proper. That kind of laughter is not typical of me — especially not around people I respect. But there I was, laughing like a little child, completely free of myself. And the harder I tried to stop, the more genuine it became.

What Lifted

And as I laughed, something lifted.

Grief lifted.

Confusion lifted.

Sorrow loosened its grip.

The joy of the Lord poured in.

“The joy of the Lord is your strength.”

— Nehemiah 8:10 (KJV)

The Nature of His Healing

The Holy Spirit met me right where I was — not with heaviness, not with correction, but with joy. Healing joy. Healing laughter.

“To give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning…”

— Isaiah 61:3 (KJV)

Holy Witness in Exhaustion

And when the Spirit finished ministering, I felt what I always feel when the Lord visits me deeply: I became very tired. That holy exhaustion that comes after God works — not confusion, not weakness — but the peaceful tiredness that follows divine healing presence.

I’ve felt it in the house of the Lord . I’ve felt it after testifying. I’ve felt it when God has used me to minister to others. And I felt it again that day. It was the confirmation that the Holy Spirit had truly been there.

“And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”

— Philippians 4:7 (KJV)

The Right Medicine

What struck me most was this: God knew exactly what kind of medicine I needed. Not words. Not explanations. Not striving. But laughter.

Scripture tells us that “a merry heart doeth good like a medicine.” And that day, the Lord proved it to me again.

Ordinary Obedience, Holy Ground

It was a small moment. A simple, silly moment. But it was saturated with His presence.

And I believe — truly — that if that ride had been just a little longer, the healing would have gone even deeper. That’s how real His presence was.

I’m so grateful for the faithfulness of the saints. Grateful for obedience. Grateful that in something as ordinary as giving someone a ride home, God can show up in extraordinary ways.

My Testimony Today

Today, I just want to testify that God still heals.

He still meets us where we are.

He still inhabits the praises of His people.

And sometimes — beautifully, unexpectedly — He heals us through laughter.

And for that, I praise Him.

“In thy presence is fulness of joy.”

— Psalm 16:11 (kjv)

From my quiet heart to yours,
may you hear His whisper…
— Spring Lynn Booth

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