Ronald LaCombe Ministries (2026)

01/06/2026

Unhealed people rarely only listen with their ears. More often, they listen through the lens of old wounds, disappointments, betrayals, and fears that have never fully surrendered to the healing touch of God.

A simple question can sound like an accusation. A gentle correction can feel like rejection. A delayed response can be interpreted as abandonment. Not because the words themselves are harsh, but because pain has a way of translating everything into the language it already knows.
Sometime the loudest voice in a conversation is not the person speaking, but the hurt hidden inside the person listening.
That is why two people can hear the exact same sentence and walk away with completely different meanings. One hears concern; the other hears criticism. One hears honesty; the other hears hostility. One hears silence; the other hears rejection. The difference is often not in the message but in the wounds through which the message passes. The condition of the heart often determined the interpretation of the words.

Healing, therefore, is about learning to separate today’s reality from yesterday’s injury. It is about allowing God’s grace to rewrite the narratives that pain has been repeating for years.
When a person has a splinter in their finger, even a gentle handshake can feel like an attack. The problem is not the handshake, it is the wound beneath it.
The same is true of the soul.

Healing is necessary for healthy relationships, clear communication, lasting peace, and genuine connection. Unhealed wounds build walls; healed hearts build bridges.
So let us be patient with one another. Let us speak with kindness, listen with grace, and remember that many people are carrying battles they never talk about. Sometimes the person who seems difficult is simply hurting. Sometimes the person who reacts strongly is simply wounded.

And the One who healed blinded eyes can also heal wounded hearts. The One who restored broken lives still restores today. When His healing reaches the deepest parts of us, we no longer hear through our fears, we hear through faith. We no longer interpret life through our wounds, we interpret it through His love.
And that is where compassion begins, peace grows, and relationships flourish.

May God heal every hidden wound, soften every guarded heart, and teach us to see one another not merely through our pain, but through the mercy and grace of Jesus Christ. For healed people become healing people, and the love we receive from Him becomes the love we freely give to others.

31/05/2026

Jesus is far more than a story preserved in the pages of history. He is the eternal "wonder of God" wrapped in flesh, still transforming lives two thousand years after He walked the dusty roads of Galilee. Stories may entertain us for a moment, but Jesus changes us forever.
The "wonder of Christ" is that the Creator stepped into His creation. The One who hung the stars. The One who spoke oceans into existence. The One who commands angels, stretched out His hands and accepted nails.

There is a holy mystery about Jesus that no scholar has ever fully exhausted and no preacher has ever completely explained. The more you learn about Him, the more you realize there is still more to discover. He is like the ocean: you can stand on the shore and admire His beauty, but you can spend a lifetime exploring His depths and never reach the bottom.

What amazes me most is not merely His power, but His willingness. He did not have to come. He chose to come. He chose the manger. He chose the cross. He looked beyond our failures and saw what His grace could make of us.

One might say that Jesus is the only King who won His greatest victory by appearing to lose. Every earthly king conquers by taking lives. Jesus conquered by giving His own. Every empire rises through force. His Kingdom advances through love. Every ruler demands servants. Jesus knelt and washed feet.

And what a wonder it is that He walks into the chaos of broken homes, the silence of grieving hearts, the confusion of weary minds, and the darkness of wounded souls. He specializes in restoring what everyone else has given up on.
The older I get, the more I realize that the greatest miracle is not that Jesus opened blind eyes, calmed storms, or raised the dead. The greatest miracle is that He can take stubborn hearts, wounded spirits, and ordinary people and make them new. His mercy is greater than your mistakes. His patience is longer than your failures. His faithfulness is stronger than your fears. His love reaches deeper than your wounds.

So today, do not merely admire Him from a distance. Stand in awe of Him. Let the wonder of Christ enlarge your faith, steady your heart, and ignite your soul.

29/05/2026

Just Saying:
Doctor visits are the most boring task I have ever been a part of.
I have sat through church business meetings, airport delays, and sermons preached by men who believed every point needed three sub-points and a closing song. Yet somehow, a doctor’s waiting room still manages to win the championship of boredom.

You arrive fifteen minutes early so they can tell you they’re running forty-five minutes behind. Then you spend the next hour reading a magazine that looks like it survived the previous administration.

Then comes the ritual. They weigh you, measure you, take your blood pressure, and ask questions they asked last month, last year, the year before that...
“Are you taking any medications?”
“Yes... you prescribed it."
“Which ones?”
“The same ones I told y’all about the last six visits.”

And after all that... the doctor walks in, smiles warmly, listens to your heart for twelve seconds, says, “Everything looks pretty good,” and is gone before you’ve fully adjusted your glasses.

But perhaps there is a lesson hidden in the boredom.

Life is filled with waiting rooms. We wait for answers, opportunities, healing, direction, and breakthroughs. Scripture reminds us, “They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength” (Isaiah 40:31). Not every waiting room is wasted time. Sometimes God is doing His deepest work while nothing appears to be happening.

Still, I suspect Heaven understands our frustration. If patience is a virtue, then a doctor’s waiting room is one of God’s most effective training grounds. By the time they finally call your name, you’ve either become a saint, or at least developed the self-control.

So yes, doctor visits may be boring. But they do teach one valuable lesson: if you can survive a crowded waiting room with weak coffee, outdated magazines, and a delayed appointment, you can probably endure just about anything life throws your way.

29/05/2026

Isn’t it remarkable how quickly fear forgets history? We carry so much worry for someone God has carried all along.
The same God who sustained you through heartbreak, disappointment, grief, uncertainty, and seasons where you did not know how you would survive… is still faithful today.
Yet anxiety has a way of making us feel as though this current burden will somehow become the exception to God’s goodness.
We trust Him with eternity… but struggle to trust Him with Tuesday.
We believe He can part seas, raise the dead, and hold galaxies in place, yet we lie awake wondering if He can handle the details of our future.
That is the tension of being human.

The disciple watched Jesus multiply bread, calm storms, heal sickness, and still panicked in the next storm as though Heaven had suddenly lost control.And honestly, we are not much different.

One difficult phone call, one delayed answer, one unexpected bill, one frightening report… and suddenly our minds begin imagining futures God never spoke.
But Scripture keeps gently reminding us: "Casting all your care upon Him; for He careth for you.”

All of them. The heavy burdens. The private fears. The questions you cannot answer. The things keeping you awake at night. God never asked you to carry tomorrow alone.
Worry is exhausting because it attempts to solve problems without the strength of God’s grace attached to them.
It is borrowing sorrow from days that have not even arrived yet.
Jesus said:
“Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?”
Worry magnifies the storm.
Faith remembers the Shepherd.

The wilderness taught Israel daily dependence. Manna came one day at a time. Why?
Because God wanted His people to learn that His faithfulness is not occasional. It is continual.

You may not know how everything will unfold next month or next year, Yet God is already in tomorrow before we arrived there.
You are not walking toward an uncertain future alone. The God who never failed you yesterday is already standing in your tomorrow.
And if He has carried you this far, He will not abandon you now.

The same God who protected Noah in the storm, provided for Elijah in famine, stood with Daniel in lions’ dens, walked with Hebrew boys through fire,and raised Jesus from the grave… has not suddenly become uncertain about your life.
He is still faithful. So breathe again.
Pray again. Trust again.

27/05/2026

“If you didn’t come from a good family, make sure a good family comes from you.”
Your past does not have to become your prophecy.
Some people were raised in homes filled with peace, stability, and affection. Others grew up learning survival before they ever learned security. They inherited anger instead of affirmation… silence instead of support… criticism instead of comfort. But the beautiful truth of Scripture is this: generational patterns may explain you, but they do not have to define you.
The devil loves to convince people that dysfunction is destiny. But God specializes in breaking cycles. Abraham came from idolatry, yet God made him the father of faith. Joseph came from betrayal, yet became a preserver of family. David came from obscurity, yet raised a royal lineage. And Timothy was raised by the sincere faith of a mother and grandmother who chose to plant righteousness into the next generation. God repeatedly proves that a painful beginning does not cancel a purposeful ending.
Sometimes the holiest thing a person can do is become what they never had.
Psalm 78 speaks of telling the next generation the wonderful works of God “that they might set their hope in God.” The goal is not merely to raise successful children, but healed ones… children who do not spend half their adult lives recovering from their childhood.

Just because something “runs in the family” does not mean it should keep running. Some things need to lose their membership card at your house. Bitterness can stop with you. Rage can stop with you. Addiction can stop with you. Chaos can walk up to your front door and discover the bloodline has changed ownership.
Joshua declared:
“As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” (Joshua 24:15)
He made a decision. Because somewhere, somebody must become tired enough of darkness to finally turn on the light.

A good family is not a perfect family. It is simply a family where love lives, grace speaks, forgiveness flows, and God is welcomed into the middle of ordinary life.
You may not be able to rewrite your childhood… but by the grace of God, you can rewrite your legacy.

27/05/2026

"ASHES TO AMEN"

A Devotional by Rev. Ronald LaCombe

Honest reflections forged through life, loss, grace, endurance, and the unwavering mercy of God.

Each reading is designed to:
* Strengthen weary hearts
* Restore fading hope
* Stir deeper faith
* Bring peace to restless minds
* And remind you that God still brings beauty from broken places

Sometimes life leaves pain where promises once stood…
Whether you are grieving, rebuilding, waiting, fighting, healing, or simply trying to keep believing…
This devotional journey was written for souls who have walked through fire and still chose faith.

"ASHES TO AMEN:" was written with you in mind.
"...to give unto them beauty for ashes…” Isaiah 61:3

May every page encourage you.
May every devotion strengthen you.
And may every “AMEN" remind you that God is not finished with your story.

Rev. Ronald LaCombe

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26/05/2026

"The depth of consecration in one season determines the weight of influence in the next.”

Too many want the platform without the process, the microphone without the mountain, the influence without the isolation. But Scripture repeatedly shows us that God deepens a man privately before He uses him publicly.

Moses spent forty years in the backside of a desert before he ever stood before Pharaoh.
David learned worship in lonely fields before he wore a crown.
Paul disappeared into Arabia before he shook nations.
Even Jesus, before performing miracles publicly, was driven into the wilderness privately.

The tragedy of modern culture is that many desire visibility more than vulnerability before God. But Heaven is not impressed with giftedness that has never been broken. God is not searching for polished vessels nearly as much as surrendered ones.

Consecration is costly. It means saying no when your flesh screams yes. It means remaining faithful when nobody is applauding. It means praying when you could be sleeping. Worshipping when you feel wounded. Staying clean in a dirty world.Remaining humble when you know you are gifted.

Everybody wants the mantle… until they discover it usually comes wrapped in a towel, a wilderness, and a midnight prayer meeting.
The influence you carry tomorrow is being shaped by what you surrender today.

We often think influence is built by networking, strategy, or popularity. Yet Scripture reveals that lasting spiritual weight comes from hidden consecration. Oil only flowed upon priests who had first been sanctified. Fire only fell on sacrifices already laid upon the altar.
There are sermons preached with eloquence… and there are sermons preached with authority. There are songs sung with talent… and songs sung with tears. There are people who merely speak words… and there are people whose lives make Heaven lean forward. THE DIFFERENCE IS CONSECRATION.
Paul declared in 2 Timothy 2:21:
"If a man therefore purge himself… he shall be a vessel unto honour, sanctified, and meet for the master’s use.”
Some people walk into rooms carrying personality. Others walk into rooms carrying presence.
And presence is expensive.

24/05/2026

Most people think the “Third Day” began at an empty tomb outside Jerusalem. But Heaven had been whispering that mystery since Genesis. Long before the stone was rolled away, God had already had the resurrection in mind. The Resurrection was not an afterthought; it was a signature.
The Word of God moves through darkness, pauses in silence, then arrives at a Third Day where God turns despair into deliverance.

In Genesis 22, Abraham walks three agonizing days toward Mount Moriah believing Isaac would die.
Every step up that mountain felt like a funeral procession. But on the third day, God provided a ram, and the son who was as good as dead was given back to his father.

In Exodus 19, Israel trembled at the foot of Sinai.Thunder rolled. The mountain shook. Then on the third day, God descended in glory to meet His people.

Jonah disappeared beneath the waves into the belly of darkness where hope itself seemed swallowed whole. But three days later, the sea gave him back. What looked like an ending became a sending.
Then Hosea prophesied with stunning clarity: "After two days will He revive us: in the third day He will raise us up, and we shall live in His sight.”
The pattern was never accidental.
It was prophetic rehearsal.

For thousands of years, God kept painting little resurrections across Scripture so humanity would recognize the masterpiece when it finally appeared in Christ.
So when Jesus rose on the Third Day, Heaven was not improvising.
It was fulfilling. The empty tomb was not merely a miracle. It was the final verse of a song God had been singing since the foundation of the world.
The first day feels like loss. The second day feels like silence. But the Third Day is where stones move, graves open, hope breathes again, and Heaven announces that death never gets the final word.

That is why believers survive seasons that should have destroyed them. Because we serve a Third-Day God. A God who specializes in resurrecting buried dreams. Restoring broken hearts. Reviving weary faith. Calling life out of what everyone else declared dead.

Friday may look victorious for hell.
Saturday may feel painfully silent.
But Sunday has already been written.
And if God has not spoken the final word over your situation yet, then your story is not over either.

23/05/2026

One of the quiet griefs of adulthood is discovering that not every goodbye arrives with a slammed door. Some departures happen softly.
A conversation missed here… a returned call delayed there… until the people who once filled your everyday life slowly become names attached to old memories.
No argument. No betrayal. Just distance.
And perhaps that is what makes it ache so deeply. You cannot even point to the exact moment things changed. You only wake up one day and realize the voices that once brought comfort now live mostly in photographs, old messages, and late-night reflections.

Life has a way of scattering people.
Families grow. Dreams shift. Pain changes people. And sometimes seasons end without anyone announcing it. Total silence.

Even Scripture carries the echoes of relationships altered by time and calling.
Paul once wrote, “Demas hath forsaken me, having loved this present world” and later said, “Only Luke is with me.”
The great apostle who preached to multitudes still knew the sting of absence.
David cried over friends who walked away.
Even Jesus watched disciples drift when the road became difficult.
That is part of being human.

But age teaches something precious: Promises sound beautiful, but effort is what keeps love alive.

Anyone can say, “We should get together sometime.” Anyone can speak affection in a convenient season. But love is revealed in consistency. In showing up. In checking in. In making time when time is hard to make.
The people who truly value you will not merely remember you when life becomes quiet. They will reach for you while life is still noisy.
God sometimes uses temporary relationships to teach eternal lessons.
And while some relationships fade; God has never slowly disappeared from your life. People may become distant, but Heaven does not.
There is deep comfort in knowing that while human hands sometimes loosen their grip, God never does.

As I grow older, I have learned to treasure the rare people who make the effort to stay connected.
The ones who call without needing something. The ones who sit with you in silence without awkwardness. The ones who remember your burdens, not just your birthdays.
Because in a world full of fading conversations and temporary connections, faithful love has become one of the holiest things a person can offer.

21/05/2026

One of the quiet heartbreaks of getting older is realizing how much of life was spent in making a living, instead of truly living.
So many years were consumed by pressure. Trying to pay the bills.
Trying to hold the family together.
Trying to fix relationships. Trying to outrun fear about the future.
Trying to become enough for people who were never fully satisfied anyway.
You wake up one day and realize you were so busy carrying responsibilities that you forgot to carry wonder. So focused on enduring life that you rarely slowed down long enough to enjoy it. And while you were fighting invisible battles in your mind, time never paused to wait on your healing.

Parents aged. Children became adults. Friends slowly disappeared into distance, disagreement, or dormancy. Some dreams expired quietly. Some parts of you grew weary in places no doctor can touch.
There is a tiredness that sleep cannot fix. A soul fatigue. The kind that comes from years of holding yourself together while life kept pulling you apart. That is why peace changes as you age.

After countless storms, peace becomes more valuable. The absence of pretending. The absence of carrying everybody else’s noise inside your spirit.
Peace is sitting in a quiet room without your mind fighting a war against itself. No longer feeling the need to defend yourself, explain yourself, or prove your self

You start protecting your peace.
Because maturity teaches you that a beautiful life is not necessarily a busy one. It is a life where home feels safe. Where conversations feel genuine. Where love is no longer conditional. Where your nervous system is not constantly preparing for the next disappointment. You no longer want a life that impresses people. You simply want a life that does not exhaust your soul.
Scripture reflects this: "Better is a dry morsel, and quietness therewith, than an house full of sacrifices with strife.” Proverbs 17:1

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