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Ronald LaCombe Ministries, Eunice, LA (2026)

09/02/2026

Sometimes... you try to give people the love they never received, and they end up giving you the pain you never deserved.
You offered them kindness because life had been cruel to them. You gave them patience because others had abandoned them. You made room for their wounds, only to discover that wounded people sometimes wound the very ones who came to help them heal.

But do not let their response make you regret your righteousness.

The love you gave was not wasted merely because it was mishandled. God saw every compassionate gesture, every quiet sacrifice, and every time you chose mercy when bitterness would have been easier.

Still, love does not require you to remain where you are continually wounded. Jesus loved everyone, yet He did not entrust Himself to everyone. Scripture says, “He knew what was in man” (John 2:24–25).

You can forgive without returning to the same fire. You can pray for them without placing yourself beneath their power. You can love them from a distance without allowing them to damage you up close.

David respected Saul’s anointing but he still left Saul’s house when the spears started flying.
So keep your heart tender, but let wisdom guard the door. Keep your spirit sweet, but stop serving your soul to those who only know how to wound it. Do not allow someone else’s brokenness to become the blueprint for your boundaries.
God will not forget the love you poured into an empty place!

They may have rejected it…
They may have mishandled it…
They may have repaid your tenderness with trouble and your compassion with cruelty…
But heaven kept the record!

God will take the love they could not receive, the loyalty they could not value, and the kindness they could not return; and He will send it back into your life, pressed down, shaken together, and running over!

Do not become cruel because they were careless. Do not lose your character because they lacked the capacity to cherish it.

Let God heal what they hurt. Let God restore what they drained. Let God repay what they never appreciated.
And when grace has finished its work, you will testify: "They gave me pain I never deserved, but God gave me healing I could never have earned!”
And the wound that once made you weep will become the wisdom that helps somebody else survive.

08/31/2026

I want to learn to trust in God!

08/30/2026

“I hope my grace for the sinner never makes me an enemy of the saved.” (J. Hunter LaCombe)

It is one thing to stand against sin; it is another thing to stop loving the sinner. Jesus never confused the two. He was holy enough to confront wrongdoing, yet compassionate enough to sit at tables others refused to approach. The very people religion often pushed away were the very people Christ drew near.
The Pharisees criticized Him for it.
They could not understand how a man so righteous could be so approachable. They measured holiness by distance, while Jesus demonstrated holiness through redemption. They saw contamination; He saw restoration. They saw failures; He saw possibilities.

The irony is that grace has always been misunderstood by those who have forgotten how much grace they themselves received.
The Apostle Paul never forgot he had once been a persecutor. Peter never forgot the night he denied the Lord. David never forgot his failures. The people who are most patient with broken people are often those who remember how broken they once were.
Scripture reminds us: "Brethren, if a man be overtaken in a fault, ye which are spiritual, restore such an one in the spirit of meekness…” (Galatians 6:1)
The command is not merely to correct, but to restore.

A hospital that rejects sick people has forgotten its purpose. Likewise, a church that has no room for wounded souls has forgotten why Calvary happened.
Yet grace must never become compromise. Jesus told the woman caught in adultery, “Neither do I condemn thee,” but He also said, “Go, and sin no more” (John 8:11). Truth without grace becomes a hammer. Grace without truth becomes permission. But when truth and grace walk together, lives are transformed.

So may we never become so righteous that we cannot be reached by compassion. May we never become so guarded that prodigals feel unwelcome.
May we never forget that every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.
And if extending mercy to the struggling occasionally causes misunderstanding among the religious, remember that it happened to Jesus first. After all, the Shepherd was criticized not because He lost sheep, but because He kept going after them.

So I pray my grace for the sinner never makes me an enemy of the saved. But if I must err, let it be on the side of reaching for one more wounded soul, because the same grace that found them is the grace that once found me.
“For the Son of man is come to seek and to save that which was lost.” — Luke 19:10
And thank God He did.

08/29/2026

Tears never learned how to pretend.
Words can be rehearsed. Smiles can be manufactured. Strength can be performed. But tears are honest.

They come when the heart has carried more than the mouth can explain. They fall when grief becomes too heavy for language, when disappointment settles too deep for conversation, when something touches a place in the soul that vocabulary cannot reach.
Sometimes tears say what words never could. And when you cannot find the words to tell God what hurts... just let the tears talk.
Because heaven understands
the language of tears.

Sometimes the strongest thing you can do is cry. We have mistakenly made tears the evidence of weakness, when Scripture often makes them the language of the wounded.
David wept. Jeremiah wept. Peter wept. And the shortest verse in Scripture carries one of its longest revelations: "Jesus wept.”
John 11:35

Jesus knew Lazarus was coming out of the grave, yet He still wept at the tomb. That tells me something: "Faith does not forbid feelings."

You can believe in resurrection and still cry at the cemetery. You can trust His promise and still tremble in the process. You can know God is good and still hurt over what life has taken from you. Tears do not mean you have lost your faith.

Sometimes tears mean your faith is carrying a weight your feelings have not yet learned how to bear.

And the hardest tears are the ones nobody ever saw. But God saw them. Every midnight tear. Every lonely tear. Every “Lord, I don’t understand” tear.
Not one fell unnoticed.

And if God keeps records of tears, then your pain was never insignificant to Him. So cry if you must!
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.”
Night has permission to make you weep; but night does not have permission to stay.
The God who watches you weep in the night has already appointed your morning. Morning is coming.
And Revelation 21:4 declares that one day God Himself shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.
One glorious day, the last tear will fall!
Sorrow will surrender to joy, grief will give way to glory, and mourning will be swallowed up by morning!

(Dedicated to the Brady Family💔)

08/27/2026

Not everyone who walks with you should be allowed to walk close to you.
Jesus loved the multitude, ministered to the masses, taught the twelve, but when the moment became sacred, He took Peter, James, and John a little farther. There were places in His journey where everybody could not go.
That is not arrogance.
That is discernment.

Because proximity carries influence. The people nearest your heart eventually gain access to your thoughts, your attitudes, your appetite and sometimes, your assignment.
Scripture warns us, “He that walketh with wise men shall be wise: but a companion of fools shall be destroyed.” (Proverbs 13:20)

Notice the wisdom of the Word: it does not merely tell you to be wise; it tells you to walk with the wise.
Because some wisdom is taught,
but some wisdom is caught.
Some faith comes through preaching, but some faith grows through proximity.
And unfortunately, the same principle works in reverse.

You can love someone without letting them lead you. You can forgive someone without giving them influence. You can minister to everybody without making everybody part of your inner circle.

Be careful who gets a chair at the table of your heart. You need people around you who will correct you without condemning you, encourage you without flattering you, celebrate you without competing with you, and pray for you without publicizing you.
You need somebody who, when your faith gets weak, does not help you doubt, but helps you remember.

Some people will discuss your mountain. Some will describe your mountain. Some will criticize how you are climbing your mountain.
But find somebody who will grab hold of heaven with you and say,
“We are going over this mountain together!”
Because your circle can become your ceiling, or your circle can become your staircase.
So choose people who sharpen your spirit, strengthen your faith, steady your feet, and stir your hunger for God.

Walk with people who remind you who you are when you forget, whose you are when you falter, and where you are going when the road gets rough.
For destiny is too precious to place in careless company; calling is too costly to surrender to casual companionship, and purpose is too sacred to be surrounded by people who cannot recognize what God has placed inside you.

So choose your circle prayerfully.
Because sometimes the difference between where you are and where God is taking you… is who you allow to walk beside you on the way.
Choose your inner circle like your destiny depends on it; because, it does.

08/26/2026

The world calls it a cluttered mind; the Word calls it a crowded heart. They mistake the movement of your mind for the misery of your soul, but they fail to see that a mind that moves is a mind that matters. You are not a prisoner of your thoughts; you are a priest of your perceptions. You watch the whispers because you value the Word. You remember the remarks because you respect the relationship.

"Just let it go," they say. Some ask why you can’t just shrug it off, but how can a man shrug off what he has chosen to shoulder? There are burdens life puts upon us, and then there are burdens we voluntarily pick up because something matters enough to carry. Once a man has knowingly placed his shoulder beneath a responsibility, he cannot casually complain about the weight without remembering the choice that put it there.
It's hard to ignore the responsibility, but you can't forget the reason you accepted it.
How can you discard the details when the Master Himself has numbered the very hairs of your head? To be meticulous is not a malady; it is the manifestation of a ministry that refuses to offer God, or man, that which costs you nothing.
The shoulder that accepted the burden revealed what the heart considered valuable.

The weight you carry is not the weight of worry; it is the weight of worth. You overthink because you over-love. You replay the scene because you refuse to lose the soul. Your mind is loud because your heart is large.
There is a God who understands the exhaustion of excellence. There is a Savior who sees the sincerity behind the stress. And while the world sees a man who can’t let go, Heaven sees a man who won’t let down.

Your vigilance is your value! Your sensitivity is your strength! Your burden is your bridge to a broken world! Do not apologize for the depth of your waters just because others are content to wade in the shallows. Do not simplify your soul to satisfy the single-minded. For the mind that is stayed on Him will find its peace, but the heart that is stayed on Love will find its purpose! Rest in the truth that He who remembers you never requires you to forget who He made you to be!

08/25/2026

God who hung the stars in their sockets has never overlooked the sorrow in your soul. The same hand that flung constellations across the velvet canvas of heaven still reaches into the hidden corners of a broken heart. We often imagine that because God is so vast, our pain must be too small to matter. Yet Scripture reveals the very opposite. His greatness is the reason His compassion is without limit.

David declared, “Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?” (Psalm 56:8). God does not merely witness your weeping, He preserves it. Every tear has been counted. Every sleepless night has been recorded. Every silent sob has been heard by the One who neither slumbers nor sleeps.

The psalmist tells us He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds (Psalm 147:3). The God who measures oceans also mends hearts. The God who weighs mountains also lifts burdens. The God who rules with omnipotence responds with overwhelming tenderness.
His sovereignty never diminishes His sympathy. His authority never abandons His affection. His throne has never distanced Him from those who kneel in despair. He is high enough to govern the universe, yet near enough to whisper peace into a trembling soul.

When Mary wept at the tomb of Lazarus, Jesus did not begin with a lecture. He began with tears. Before He demonstrated His power, He displayed His compassion. Before He raised the dead, He entered into the grief of the living. Heaven’s greatest strength has never been detached from heaven’s deepest love.
So if today your heart feels heavy and your faith feels fragile, remember this: your pain has not escaped God’s attention. Your prayers have not disappeared into empty air. The One who calls every star by name has not forgotten yours.
The God who numbers the stars also notices every sigh. The God who governs galaxies also gathers every tear. The God who reigns in majesty also kneels in mercy beside the hurting.
And one glad morning, when faith becomes sight and sorrow surrenders to glory, every tear He gathered will become another testimony of His faithfulness. The bottle of grief will be exchanged for the cup of joy. The night of weeping will yield to the morning of rejoicing. The Shepherd who walked with you through the valley will lead you into everlasting light.
So... lift up your head. Your tears have been counted. Your prayers have been collected. Your name has been remembered. Your Redeemer still lives. And if He can keep the stars from falling… He can surely keep you.

08/24/2026

GRIEF:
We do not "get over" it; we "incorporate" it. The weight of the absence becomes the strength of our own substance.
When the children of Israel finally marched out of Egyptian bo***ge, they did not leave in a frantic rush that abandoned their history. The Bible says in Exodus 13:19, “And Moses took the bones of Joseph with him.” (Think about that.)

For more than four hundred years, Joseph had been gone. His voice had long been silenced. His hands no longer labored. His eyes had long since closed in death.
Yet when God opened the prison doors of a nation; Joseph still went with them. His bones were not forgotten in Egypt. They were carried toward Canaan. Why?

Because Joseph had made them promise. He knew that God’s Word would outlive his own life. He believed that even if his eyes never saw the Promised Land, God’s promise would still stand. So he said, “When God surely visits you... carry my bones from here.”
Those bones were never a burden.
They were a testimony. They reminded every generation that God’s promises may be delayed, but they are never denied.
That is the divine design of memory.

God never intended us to forget the people He used to shape us. We carry the “bones” of those we love; not the decay of death, but the framework of their faith, not the dust of their departure.

We carry the passion they had for people. The marrow of their mercy. The backbone of their belief.
Not as a weight that weakens our walk; but as a witness that steadies our steps.
Grief does not always mean letting go. Sometimes, grief means carrying forward. Sometimes, the holiest thing you can do is keep walking while carrying the memory of someone who taught you how to walk with God.
One day Israel laid Joseph’s bones to rest in the Promised Land.
But until then…
Every mile they carried those bones was another declaration" God keeps His promises.”

So if you’re carrying the memory of someone you deeply loved, do not be ashamed of the weight. Some burdens are sacred. Some memories are holy. Some tears are worship wearing water.
And one glorious morning, when the final trumpet sounds, the God who remembered Joseph…
Will remember every saint who has fallen asleep in Him. The journey will end, the promises will stand. The graves will surrender. And what death borrowed; Resurrection will reclaim. Because with God, the last word is never the "grave..."
The last word… is "Glory."

08/20/2026

There are pains that visit a man for a season, and there are sorrows that move in and never quite leave. There are wounds that time softens, and there are losses that time merely teaches us how to carry.
Death is an enemy, but there are fates that feel crueler still. For death takes a life, yet living without one of your children asks a parent to keep breathing, while part of their own heart has already departed.
A parent expects to go before the child. That is the order of nature, the rhythm of generations. We prepare ourselves to bury our fathers and mothers. We know one day we will say goodbye to friends and companions. But no father nor mother prepares to bury a son. It is a burden too heavy for reason and too deep for words.

THE EMPTY CHAIR REMAINS.💔

The familiar voice is silent. Some one is missing from every celebration. Birthdays arrive carrying memories. Holidays return carrying echoes. Life moves forward, but love keeps looking backward.
Yet Scripture whispers hope into the darkness. David wept for his son, but he finally declared, “I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.” David understood that separation was painful, but it was not permanent. The grave had interrupted fellowship, but it was not final. It is not a farewell forever, it is a farewell for now.

So we grieve, but not as those who have no hope. We cry, yet we cling. We ache, yet we trust. We miss them, yet we believe.

And one glad morning, beyond the shadows of this present sorrow, beyond the silence of the cemetery, beyond the tears of earthly partings, there shall come a reunion untouched by death, undimmed by time, and uninterrupted by goodbye.
But there is a promise greater than grief, a hope stronger than heartbreak, and a Savior who conquered the grave itself.

And when the trumpet sounds, and the dead in Christ shall rise, every brokenhearted parent will discover that heaven has been keeping what earth could not hold.

08/20/2026

The noise of the storm does not mean the absence of God. The swelling of the sea does not signal the surrender of the Savior. The shaking of the mountains does not suggest the weakness of the Almighty. For while the world is listening to the roar of troubled waters, God is inviting His people to hear the song of another stream.
“There is a river…”

The river represents the continual presence of God flowing through the lives of His people.
The sea is driven by the wind.
The river is directed by its source.
And that is the difference.

The world is tossed about by every headline, every hardship, every heartbreak.But the child of God is connected to a source that does not depend on circumstances.

When the waters roar, drink from the river. When the mountains shake, stay near the stream. When the world trembles, remain connected to the Source.
Because your peace is not found in the absence of trouble. Your peace is found in the presence of God.

The river keeps flowing when the night is long and the burden is heavy. And if the river keeps flowing, hope keeps living. If hope keeps living, faith keeps standing.
If faith keeps standing, victory keeps coming.
So let the oceans rage.
Let the winds howl and the darkness gather.
There is still a river.

A river of grace for the guilty.
A river of mercy for the weary.
A river of strength for the struggling. A river of joy for the journey. The trial may be fierce, but the Source is greater.

And one glad morning, when every storm has spent its fury and every wave has lost its voice, we shall stand in that eternal city where the river flows clear as crystal from the throne of God.

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