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Here is a short poem! Take it to bed with you TODAY. Love Helen ♥️

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?

Rest in peace. God will take care of IT.

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~💔❤️‍🩹=❤️













Posted on by Helen Olenjin
Stopping the negative ripples…

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.

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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.”

Helen Olenjin ❤️ X

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Reposting an earlier article 4U! If you love walking 🚶‍♂️❣️🚶, then this is 4U.

Author – Helen Olenjin

These days, everyone has forgotten the humble letterbox

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.