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Attitude and Atmosphere: personal narrative by Janine Pickett
standing in line, image by aykapog, on Pixabay The Attitude We Carry and the Words We Speak Create Our Atmosphere It's true. We carry a spirit or an attitude within us, and we inevitably release that spirit into our environment by our spoken words and actions. God spoke and created the universe, right? He lives in us. Colossians 1:27 says, "Christ in you, the hope of glory." As His children, with His spiritual DNA, whom He made in His image, we can do the same. Just try rel


Paintings by Janine Pickett
Fall colors, 11x14 Acrylic on canvas. Method: balloon dip. Janine Pickett is the founding editor of Spirit Fire Review. She is also an...


February 2018 Issue #13 Editorial by Janine Pickett: "Hearing God's Voice"
The voice of God comes to believers in many forms. A vision, a still small voice, a loud booming voice inside your head, an unexpected...


Spirit Fire Review | January 2017, Issue #6
"And one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the...


Visual Art and Haiku by Janine Pickett
Spirit Fire Review|Visual Art and Haiku by Janine Pickett


A Testimony by Janine Pickett: "When God Sent His Butterflies"
When God Sent His Butterflies My family thought I was crazy for believing in a supernatural God who loves them. All they'd ever known was the hypocrisy of “religious” people and, like so many others who feel judged and condemned, they had turned away from the church. About a year ago, a particular family member was going through a difficult time involving her son and I asked God for a word to share with her. He gave me a vision of her standing in a beautiful garden d


Poetry by Janine Pickett: "The Eleventh Hour"
THE ELEVENTH HOUR (A reaction from watching an elderly couple baptized in Sugar Creek) Moonlit prayer spills over ancient canyon walls the nameless rise through living water a breakthrough wet hair, white bony fingers cradling lost hope gives way to praise faces and hands lifted to God salvation and miracles formed in breath released in the canyon a shout, an echo, a sigh a new creation in Christ will never die First published in the anthology "Moonlight
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