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Here is my new poem I wrote!✨️ ❤️I hope it quenches your thirst. Love Helen Olenjin at helenolenjin.life
Here is a short poem! Take it to bed with you TODAY. Love God ♥️
Many Christians today, are worrying about their 2026 finances. The cost of living is so high! But what if you knew that God had already paid off all your debts for life?
Think of the Bible
Now think of GOLD
Bind them together
With heaven’s mould
The fusing of two
Creates riches in Christ
The GOLD and God’s Word
Is heaven’s delight
This GOLD is of heaven
It’s not found on earth
It is rather for believers
Who experienced new birth
The GOLD you carry
Is unseen to man
This GOLD is not currency
That is visible on land!
Rather this GOLD is found in God’s heart
Nobody can steal it
As it is supernaturally marked!
It has “your” seal
With your name engraved
It carries your gifts
As a believer that’s saved!
This gift is yours
It has everything you need
It is God’s GOLD to you
That sets you free!
It doesn’t carry a burden like the gold found on earth
This GOLD is divine
And supernaturally birthed!
The gold on earth
Creates bondage in man
As it is always attached
To physical plans!
God’s GOLD has no weight
It is spiritually seen
It comes from your CREATOR
Who provides the unseen
Drop the heavy weights
Your mortgages unpaid
Your DEBT belongs to God
Heaven’s GOLD is the way!
Money is bondage
God’s GOLD is free
Store treasures in heaven
That set you free!
God fully pays off debts
They all belong to Him
The banks charge interest
But “interest” belongs to Him!
God sets the conditions
Not your contract signed on earth!
GOD can do anything….
With everything!
As He owns the whole earth!
Stop stressing about CONTRACTS
That you can’t reverse
God is “The Banker”
Not the CEO on earth!
Store your treasures in heaven
Where they cannot decay
Your spiritual home is eternal
It’s a house that’s all paid!
Think of one ministry
That is a call in your heart
This gift is from heaven,
God’s GOLD from the start!
As you serve God
Loving others like Christ
These divine deposits will grow
Your gifts will shine as a light!
These jewels cannot be stolen
As they were deposited in Jesus’s name
These actions will be recorded
As they glorified God’s name!
Written by Helen Olenjin
~Poetry that heals~💔❤️🩹=❤️
We never think of keeping a day safe.
Rather we think of keeping our family safe and our life safe.
We never imagine a day needing protection.
Why even have this thought?
I thought of “protecting my day” recently when I realised how many times, my day was ruined because of different things that happened.
I felt a sense of indignation and I realised I was in charge of changing the course of my day for better, even when certain parts of the day were ruined!
What if I watched more carefully for someone or something coming along to hurt my day and what if I consciously made better choices so I was less affected by life’s negative events?
What if I protected all the hours in my day, really carefully?
Even if the last two hours of your day have been dreadful, you still have the rest of the day, to improve things now. I am sure this is God’s will.
I can never imagine Him saying, “Make your day as worse as possible!”
Rather I can imagine Him saying, “Redeem the time, for the days are evil.”
No one has heard of putting a Band-Aid on “an hour”, meaning you are “covering” a slot of time with some sort of protection.
But what if you did, figuratively speaking?
Right now?
Don’t you sometimes hear yourself saying, “My day was ruined because….”
What if you did not say that?
But rather you said, “Some of the day was ruined but I still have a few hours left to improve things.”
If I decide to sit back and do nothing, I will let someone or something kill my day.
You cannot control everything that happens, but at least you can control your responses.
God wants you to control all your responses.
After all, who will, if you don’t?
We have a lot more control over rough days than we think we do.
Your day is your subordinate. You are the boss of it.
Choose the most beautiful paths in the worst possible circumstances.
If this path is only in your head, so be it.
God will be on this path in your head.
Talk to Him on this path. He is always there.
God said, “Then call on me when you are in trouble, and I will rescue you, and you will give me glory.” (Psalm 50:15)
Aim for better days every day.
Imagine a shield around “your day”.
Protect this God-given time as something very precious.
Harm will come to your day at times.
As if someone came along and stabbed your day!
But what if you realised that the day was not fully hurt?
Make the remaining hours, beautiful because God is with you right now.
I personally have written off so many days in the past because certain things weren’t going well.
Here I was acting as if someone killed my day 100% and was slowly killing me.
I was approving this day-killing even though the day was still alive and not finished yet.
Please don’t say, “Tomorrow will be better.”
Rather say, “I am going to make things better, right now!”
Why not say, “A lot of my day was ruined and the day truly hurt. But for the remaining hours, I am going to cherish them. What has not been hurt is still well. There are still a few hours left that need my love and protection. Good atomic habits for God, no matter how small, will help me improve my day.”
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Author – Helen Olenjin
My answer to this daily prompt at helenolenjin.life -“How important is spirituality in your life?”
To me, it is the most important thing especially when it comes to sharing the love of Jesus.
Spirituality makes me think of God, my soul, other souls and heaven’s work.
Spirituality doesn’t have to be complicated.
I look at my thumb and index/pointer finger. I see eternal thumbs and eternal fingers! An odd view I admit!
How did I even meet my spiritual hands?
Once during sleep paralysis, I couldn’t move and this caused me severe distress. Then I noticed something really weird happen. I felt my right spiritual hand rise out of my body instead. My physical right hand was still frozen on the bed.
Suddenly from above, a hand reached down and grabbed mine. It felt exactly like the union of two spiritual hands -God and mine. Was I in the body or out of the body? I could not tell.
“Who is this?” I asked.
“Your Father,” the answer flashed back in my mind.
God is known as our Father!
Later on, I read this Bible verse, “For I hold you by your right hand— I, the LORD your God. And I say to you, don’t be afraid. I am here to help you.” (Isaiah 41:13)
God is even able to rescue us in distressing dreams and in that place between sleeping and waking!
This sleep paralysis state is terrifying.
But our God comforts us in our spirit with His spirit! Even in the dimension of sleep and dreams!
But back to real life now…..
As I woke up and continued on my journey, I completely forgot about this experience.
But today I am thinking about it all over again.
Does God want us to fight with Him to spread His love in our suburbs? Finger actions, count for eternity too!
In Australia, it is not illegal to drop a Christian tract off in someone’s letterbox.
Consider the action of picking up a Gospel tract with your legit thumb and fingers. Now slide it through your letterbox slot. Just as a pretend exercise.
Was that hard to do?
Even with physical muscle weakness, you could still use your spiritual God-given power for such simple goodness!
Your divine fingers are not flaky, or shaky and will be with you when your soul leaves your body! Why not use them long before you become all spirit? These invisible fingers are not just reserved for life after death.
In a physical sense, it takes more muscle power to toast and butter two slices of bread than to deliver the Word of God. Simply because the action of pushing the toaster handle down, requires a bit more strength and buttering, always requires more pressure.
The husband asks his wife, “Would you like me to spread butter on your toast?”
Never mind spreading the Gospel even though it takes even less muscle power!
Now, imagine you were a very depressed sad neighbour and you hated life. You did not have one single Bible in your home. You knew nothing about Jesus Christ. You never prayed and you didn’t believe in God. You didn’t even believe you had an eternal soul.
One day, you felt the worst than you ever had in your whole life. How could you not when you only believed your earthly shell had a quick expiry date! No hope of heaven and joy everlasting.
You went out to your letterbox wishing there was a happy flowery personal letter just for you.
You found only junk mail.
But you felt a nudge to go through the whole pile before tossing it.
This was God’s gentle nudge but you failed to recognise this.
You then saw something.
A Christian message.
A Christian had prayed for you and left a message of amazing hope there. This wasn’t a fake soul with a fake religious experience and fake fingers. This soul had radically transformed their life by God’s power and had to tell others. This was a salty soul who was perpetually sweet because they understood that they were the Jesus salt and light on the earth.
The person who left it had many physical limitations, couldn’t speak well, had severe arthritis, and often felt weak. But she thought, “Surely if I have the strength to go and buy a big bag of groceries and carry this, I can also carry just one tract for one empty letterbox.”
Bold strong heavenly fingers? Why not? They endure long “after” arthritis. Remember?
Even in old age, we will still bear fruit – Psalm 92:14.
In the tract, you read about God’s Word. You read the first few lines and put it in the bin.
A tiny seed was sown in your heart that God only saw.
It only took thirty seconds to plant that spiritual seed. You had no idea that God’s Word was sharper than any two-edged sword.
A voice of hope then whispered, “Life is not hopeless. God is real and will help you.”
This “small, almost zero-weight tract” was just one step.
But this began a healing process that brought you to your knees in prayer.
Then to a journey of soul searching.
“Maybe God really exists,” you thought.
Then you went to a church service for only one visit.
It all started with a weak elderly Christian neighbour who believed she never had an expiry date! Hence all the letterbox deliveries.
She loved blessing others through their letterboxes.
Hers was an almost weightless action. But it was still written down in heaven. God saw that one tiny step in her weak fingers, and He never forgot.
Often we forget there are eternal souls all around us including our own.
We buy chips from Taco Bell, chicken from KFC, stamps from the local post office, and milk from a local shop. These purchases don’t have a soul. Yet they become the central thought in our minds. The people selling them are almost reduced to fiction. Like they don’t have a soul either. Like in so many online games we play today, we start to think like a machine with no soul.
We forget that the smiling check-out assistant at our local petrol station who smiles so angelically at us is in deep spiritual darkness. She has a letterbox too. No one has ever dropped off a Hope Message to her.
She doesn’t even know how to find God! She doesn’t know how to pray.
(I was shocked when ministering to someone recently and they seemed genuinely puzzled. They didn’t know how to pray. How is it done, they wondered?)
Many Christians have walked past her home and forgot there was a lost sad soul living behind the crooked grubby letterbox.
Lost souls, machines, letterboxes and purchases all blend together and we often forget how vital belief in God is.
We forget how important our spiritual fingers are when we go out walking.
Why?
Because the walk feels so physical and “step counts” for eternity cannot be measured on our smartwatches.
“How can you and I share the love of God through just one letterbox?
I think about how many humble letterboxes I have walked past in my fifty-one years.
These empty letterboxes always belonged to a soul or a family of souls.
What missed opportunities to share the amazing things God did in my life.
The humble letterbox is not very important when it is empty.
These days the letterbox is easy to forget.
But the letterbox that holds the “Word of God”, contains the greatest treasure on earth.
How can I find the real God?
Daily writing prompt
What positive events have taken place in your life over the past year?
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Do you trust your heart more than God?
Many people are open minded to everyone except Who?
God.
When God is taken out of the equation, a soul submits to a false absolute of truth.
Imagine living your whole life trusting your own heart only.
I don’t trust my own heart.
Do you?
During a very difficult time in my Christian life, I switched off my own heart.
Why?
Only because I knew that if I relied on my own heart, I could have been terribly led astray.
What was the outcome of my heart being turned off?
The end results were mind blowing and staggering.
In this new place, I learnt about God’s ways even more.
My Christian faith grew.
I loved others more.
I started to heal from past traumas like never before.
All because I switched off my own heart!
How did this even happen?
1 John 3:20!
“………God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things.”
If I had used my heart as the final authority, this false absolute would have blinded me!
I am very thankful that God taught me that His heart was the only One that could be trusted perfectly.
God starts outside your own heart.
Not inside your heart.
This place = no mistakes.
This place where God is, is where you are not.
Quoted from Nancy Leigh DeMoss, from Brokeness:The Heart God Revives –
“The fact is, when it comes to spiritual matters, we all have a family history of heart disease. We must be willing to let Him examine our hearts and diagnose that which we may be unable to see for ourselves.”
“The Good News of the Gospel is that the Great Physician has made available a cure for our deceived, diseased hearts. Jesus came to do radical heart surgery- to cleanse and transform us from the inside out, by the power of His death and resurrection.”
Only God has a perfect undiseased heart.
Only this kind of heart, can be trusted fully.
My Christian conversion was impossible.
But then it wasn’t.
It didn’t just happen inside my heart.
It happened inside God’s.
Then when I submitted to His heart 1st, I let Him guide my heart.
Your soul belongs to God
Enjoy my new poem below! All my poems are written by me, never AI’s script!
God and you are two
Are you ever just one?
In other words,
Are you ever alone
Without anyone?
Never are you just one
Your soul is a two
Your a living breathing human…
God is helping you!
We behave as individuals
We self-manage self
We think in solitude
But we still need God’s help
Your soul’s relationship
Is private
It’s a relationship with self
But more significant than this,
Your soul needs God’s help
Your soul was made with His breath
You can’t erase Him at all
Some humans try
To create their own soul
That doesn’t know God at all!
But guess what, dear human?
Your soul’s design cannot be changed!
You cannot create a Godless soul
That doesn’t know God’s name!
Designing a soul is God’s business
You can’t change yours a little bit!
Like an undo button
That erases God…
To change your belief real quick!
Your soul was made by God
He designed Adam from the dust!
You can’t go and trim your soul’s design
Like a loaf without its crusts!
Some people are seeking….
They are searching new designs
They want to create a carnal soul
That pushes God out their mind!
As they search for places feverishly
They seek to start from scratch!
A soul with their own breath…..
Where God’s presence, can’t come back!
So, off they go
To look for breath…
Air that creates new life!
Once this breath is found…
They can create another life!
But all the while their searching…
God’s breath is always there
His breath is inside them
He is watching them meddle there
They want their souls to be like clothes…
As the soul can come on and off
They can then change their soul to suit them
But is it worth the cost?
As God is erased…
Sin is glorified
Then men live with delusional souls
They believe that they are gods
Who can create their own souls!
Breath of God begone!
We don’t need you today!
We live to pervert your Word
We follow Satan’s way!
The ten commandments are false
We create another word
Our word is our own will and way
God’s Word is absurd!
We shall kill
We shall lie
We shall hate too!
We shall bow to useless idols
That’s what carnal men do!
Adam & Steve are getting married!
Adam & Eve are wrong!
God is a dictator and fiction
The Christians have it all wrong!
But no matter how hard they tried…
They could never erase God’s call!
God created their unique soul
His voice was in them all!
One day a man sinned!
It was terrible indeed!
He believed His soul was his!
He could live as he so pleased!
He thought his soul would disappear
Once he left this earth
He thought his deeds would die with him
He thought his soul was dirt!
But as he died one day…
He went to the other side
He discovered that his soul lived on
He saw the deceit and lies!
His past was not erased
His deeds came with him too
They were fused to an eternal soul
His soul knew Jesus too!
Why didn’t I follow Jesus?
The departed soul said!
I thought my soul was only mine
I thought my soul was dead!
But here I am still living!
Even though I have left the earth
Oh no! I am mistaken…
My soul is truly cursed!
I thought I was the creator
I thought that I was God
I thought I could design a human soul
That fully eliminated God!
Now I see the truth…
God truly made my soul!
God placed in me His conscience
He made eternal souls!
Now I see the deception….
Of souls still living on earth
They think that humans can create souls
As they are only made of dirt!
Dirt doesn’t last they reasoned!
Dust to dust will be
When we are dead we cease to exist!
That’s how it will always be!
Now I see the dust was God’s!
He made Adam from this dirt
This dust was God’s creation
And not of human turf!
God breathed in Adam
He became a living soul
With this breath we all exist
We are God’s created souls!
The dead man realised…
That humans
Could never make souls from scratch!
He understood why
The God given conscience,
Was calling lost men back!
God created the conscience, so souls could understand
That choosing sin was not His choice
This wasn’t part of His Great Plan
The conscience was a warning,
The conscience was made above
By a God who knew evil existed
It warned of sin and cold love!
The dead man realised…
That the human conscience was seared
Men wanted to kill God…
They had no desire to heal!
Even though God sent his Son…
Who truly died on a cross
Men still refused Him
They told God, “Get lost!”
Their hearts became hard
Even in pain!
They refused to repent
They ignored God’s name!
Suddenly the dead man awoke
He had not died at all
He had seen hell in his dream
But this warning was God’s call!
He knew God was calling him back
To live with a purified heart
God then reached into his soul
And then softened his heart!
And I will give you a new heart, and I will put a new spirit in you. I will take out your stony, stubborn heart and give you a tender, responsive heart. (Ezekiel 36:26)
His new heart had God inside
His heart held Jesus’s blood
This blood combined with his
This blood was astounding love!
It’s not worth waiting to die
And then seeing God was right!
Your soul was not man-made
And neither was the night!
No human can create their own soul
That just fades as the mist
We are all made with God’s breath
Your soul eternally exists!
The night didn’t choose itself
And say, “I want to be light!”
You didn’t create your own soul
Without a God in sight!
I am so glad that I am created!
I am not a man-made soul!
My soul was made with God’s breath
He’s the DESIGNER of us all!
♡♡♡
Then the LORD God formed the man from the dust of the ground. He breathed the breath of life into the man’s nostrils, and the man became a living person.
(Genesis 2:7)
~Poem Written By Helen Olenjin~
Poetry that heals ✨️ 💛
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