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SWEET SAVOR

6 Apr

Prayer and Incense

 

“And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne.  And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel’s hand.”   Revelation 8:3-4 KJV

 

The sweet, sweet essence of praise,

drifting to Heaven.

A mist of fruitfilled fragrance,

Sweet Savor – pulling – drifting.

Come and taste of the wind,

taste the Glory.

Voices lifting in victorious harmony,

Sweet Savor – pulling – drifting.

Drink of the love, flowing in the mist,

sacrificed to you, Lord.

Humbly offered in tender words,

Sweet Savor – pulling – drifting.

A resting place for you,

birthed in the hearts of your children.

So simple, yet so sincere,

Sweet Savor – pulling – drifting.

Upward – to You.

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WHERE DID GOD COME FROM?

30 Mar

 Bible with Light Shaft

So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God. Romans 10:17 (KJV)

The most common question I receive is “where did God come from?” I guess I really hadn’t thought much about it before, it was a mystery of faith I took as a truth. My answer of this left doubt on the face of the person asking and I decided that I needed to delve further and determine a good solid answer for my confused new believers. I asked many pastors and many more saints; they all gave the same answer as I. I began to feel like we were brushing the question aside instead of giving comfort and reassurance to those wanting something firm to hang onto.

How did I really feel about it? Had I ever really thought about it? How could I bring peace to the many questioning the very base of my faith? After many hours of prayer I felt that I knew how to answer.

Where did God come from? I don’t know, and at this point in my walk with Christ, I don’t need know. I don’t need to know because I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that He (God) is real.

I talk to him constantly, and I hear his voice speak back to me, deep inside my soul. When I pray, worship or praise Him, I feel His presence all over me. I feel a soft warm blanket fold over and around me. I feel the “Goose bumps” when He’s near and the fire of the anointing in my hands when there’s a need He wants me to tend to.

When I’m devastated by events in my life and I cry out to Him in pain, I feel His peace permeate through me and my tears cease. When I’m in an area of danger, I cry out to Jesus and my fear ceases as He guides me to safety. I’ve seen Him open doors I could never have opened myself, and He has guided me from danger that looked so attractive.

I experience Supernatural Wisdom and Knowledge for specific situations, on subjects that I’ve never studied before. I’ve seen people healed when God told me to put my hands on them and pray. I’ve told people about themselves and what God is guiding them toward, simply by listening to the voice inside me – and I’ve seen the shocked reactions of these people I had never met before when I knew things about them I could not have known. He shows me the light and darkness inside of a person, the pain that torments them – and how to pray to release the pain.

I have seen miracles and mountains moved that were “impossible” situations, by the gathering together of praying saints. I held a dying animal in my arms and watched the animal’s broken neck reset itself, on its own, and the animal go from gasping for air to purring as I prayed in tongues over it – with 4 teens watching in disbelief.

In times of great financial struggle I’ve seen food brought to my family within 10 minutes of a prayer, when no one knew of the circumstance but God.

I saw Him faithfully fulfill His promises of returning my runaway son. I watched Him keep a hedge of protection over that son as he experimented with drugs and alcohol; even overdosing. God spared his life miraculously time after time after time. And God waited patiently until that son returned his Spirit to Him (God) and began walking in the truth again.

I’ve called out demons in the Name of Jesus and brought evil spirits controlling people into subjection of time and space through the power of the Holy Spirit.

I am only a simple person, the child of 2 alcoholic parents. I was raised in poverty – in homes with no running water, moving constantly because of evictions. We had little food – jackrabbits and beans. I grew up a “nothing” by American standards. But God saw a treasure in me and raised me up above my circumstances by His love and grace.

Although I prayed all my life, I was 38 before I found out about having a personal relationship with Christ. After that precious “magical” day, I have never left the presence of God, and I know that He has never left me, not for a second.

I don’t know where God came from. It’s okay for it to remain a mystery of faith for me – because I know God! I know that I know that I know He is real and that he works mightily through His children. That’s good enough for me.

Test Him. Prove Him. He will show Himself real to you too. I promise it!

THE DAY THE ANGELS CRIED

30 Mar

Twin Towers 9-11-2001

 

“And Jesus answered him, The first of all the commandments is, Hear, O Israel; The Lord our God is one Lord: [30] And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment. [31] And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.”           Mark 12:29-31

September 11th, 2001 will be one of those dates that no one will forget. It has engraved its importance upon our spirits and hangs heavy in our memory. September 11th, 2001 was the day the angels cried.

No one will forget the horror of the airplanes bursting through the tower walls of the world trade center, or the empty helplessness of watching the men and women falling the 80 to 90 stories to the ground. We felt hope as we watched the fire, police and rescue personnel head into the chaos and devastation when the towers swallowed them up.

When we saw the 110-story towers implode and disintegrate into powdery dust, dust made from concrete and glass, snowing down in a suffocating blizzard, we were there. Who the dust covered people were wasn’t important. The race, creed or color of the person wasn’t important. They were life – that was important. They were family – brothers and sisters who’s names we may never know, who’s stories we may never hear, but they were family – tied to us by the horror of the breach of freedom we so generously share.

America. A country so tender that we sat for hours glued to a TV screen and prayed, encouraged and cheered when rescue workers freed baby Jessica McClure from an abandoned well. A country so generous that we open our arms to the thousands of immigrants who cross our borders every year – providing them food, shelter, medical care and education. A country so strong that after wars and conflicts, we have been able to return home and raise our families with humility and a sense of forgiveness and peace. A blessed country, graciously blessing others. A country betrayed.

America. The tenderness and generosity grievously stunned by such a horrific act. America. Attacked strategically to destroy our economy and military intelligence – but rising up to recognize that in the moments of tragedy only one thing mattered – life and the preservation of it.

Helplessly scattered across the nation, we reached out with truckloads of food, clothing and medical supplies. We donated money from our household budgets to send to the Red Cross and Salvation Army who tended the victims and the rescue workers. We stood hours in line to give blood to send to the hospitals near ground zero. We mourn the deaths, rejoice with the miracles, encourage the jobless – and we pray. When we could do no more, we sat and watched the live news, for hours, days, weeks, and prayed; even still – we pray.

The probability of life in the wreckage is no longer. The fires that have burned in the stories of the crushed building for weeks send eerie symbolism of the bowels of Hell. Satan came down to destroy a country built on the premise of the Bible and dedicated to God, but he failed. What Satan has done to destroy America, God has turned around and created a new and wonderful understanding of what America is. God brought back to us the very foundations that this country was birthed on. God united the people and told the world that we are ONE. One people, one race, one color, one family – one AMERICA.

We will never forget the thousands entombed in the death of that majestic building – just as we have never forgotten the sailors entombed in the USS Arizona. In time we will forgive the misguided souls that did this – but we will never forget. Life will go on with some changes, but nothing that we, as individuals and as a nation, cannot overcome.

Since that day, the American people have been a little quieter; introspective. Mothers and fathers hold their children a little closer, holding their hands when they’re in public. Trivial things don’t matter any more. People don’t squabble in line at the grocery stores. Traffic is reduced, only traveling if necessary. The malls, restaurants and theatres are nearly empty where they used to be overflowing. People work less hours and spend more time with their families. We have become more aware of the treasures of life, and less caught up in the luxury available. We have re-established contact with distant family and old friends. Families are going back to church and re-establishing their relationship with their creator. People are more aware of the things around them and how very precious they are.

Satan took away the lives of 6000+ members of our family – and God showed us the way back to the true meaning of life. America – the land of the free, the home of the brave – family bound together by God. Victorious.

Many families now are seeing their children off to a war in a land where life has no meaning. A land where poverty is overwhelming and need is so great. A land where one man has orchestrated a gross evil that has marred their world. Some of our families are sending their children to an ultimate sacrifice, to ensure that our country is once again safe.

Jesus, grant us the grace to see you at every turn, no matter what the daily outcome seems. Jesus, build our faith with each passing moment. And Jesus, give us the strength to forgive, and the power to overcome.

10-13-2001

The Dance of Creation

16 Mar

Creation

In the beginning there was God.

Genesis 1:1-5

They lived there – in eternity.  God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost.  One in three, three in one, which was, and is, and is to come.

Within them dwelt all good things – joy and peace, and so much love.  Such loss to have so much and have no one to share it with.

A delightful thought!  Oh, what bliss.  A kingdom, a nation, seed of seed, Paradise!

The thought welled up inside of them.  Excitement filled their hearts.  One would be Heaven, one would be Earth.

“Yes, Yes,” smiled God.  “A Heaven and an Earth.”

Into being He called them, and they were.  There, like the potter’s clay, waiting – desolate – empty – void.  Waiting in darkness to be formed and shaped.  The very depths of heaven and earth lay still – expecting.

Down came the breath of God, fluttering across the face of the waters.  The living waters, the catalyst of all things to come.  Sent abroad by God the Holy Spirit, one day to be released in all living things.  One day to be released into you, into me.

Then God spoke into the waters, “Let there be light.”

The joy of God rose up, bright and clear, lighting the heaven, lighting the earth.  It was a good thing.

The brightness of His joy shown greatly.  Yes, it was good.

Yet, who would know light if there was no darkness, or darkness if there was no light?  Joy if there was no emptiness, emptiness if there was no joy?

Up God stood, creating He both, one side darkness, one side light.  Separate, one from the other.  The light rested at His right hand.  He called the light Day.  In His left hand He grasped the darkness.  Twisting it away from the light.  The darkness he called Night.

From the dusk of the evening, traveling into the darkness, to the dawn of the new morning, coming safely out of the darkness, was the first day.

Genesis 1:6 – 8

Ah, yes, it had begun.  It was the beginning of time – the first strokes from the Master’s palette.

Filled with excitement God began to dance.  Around and around He spun, laughing and dancing.  He reached out with His mighty arm and cut through the waters as He spun about.

“Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters.  Let it divide the waters from the waters.”

As he spun the waters above pulled up high, carving the giant arch of the sky.  The waters below remained level, trembling as He danced, swelling with the music that played within Him, receding with the peace within the Master’s soul, knowing all was well.

There they danced together, the Father, the Son the Holy Spirit, and the waters of the sky He called heaven.  There they danced.

From the dusk of the evening, traveling into the darkness, to the dawn of the new morning, coming safely out of the darkness, it was now the second day.

Genesis 1:9 – 13

There stood He – there stood they – enjoying the fruits of His dance.  As far as the eye could see, as far as the mind could imagine, there rose the sky.  Painted royal blue, pure and clear.

Searching the waters below the heaven, God began to leap as He danced.

“Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together into one place, and let the dry land appear.”

The land had patiently waited for its time.  Now, with every setting down of His foot the land pushed up from below.  Joyfully He danced.  Joyfully He laughed.  The breath of His laughter blew upon the rising land and it dried as it rose, taking shape.

As He danced and rejoiced the mountains climbed to kiss the hem of His garment, then rose again to meet the hem of the sky.  The hills and valleys made their place, and the waters gathered together in the lowest places.

The dry land called He Earth and the gathered waters called He Seas.  There forever to stand, hand in hand, to prepare the Eden to come.  They reached back and forth, grasping strength, one from the other, flowing together over the subtle boundaries appointed to them.

God watched and smiled.  It was good.

Once again He began to dance, scattering visions of abundance upon the new earth.

“Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after its kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth.”

And even as He spoke the fragile blades pushed through the new land of this place called earth.  Up rose the grass, the herb, the trees and the bushes – each with the seed to bring new life, inside its tender flower.

Up rose the fruit tree, with sweet tender fruit, kissed by the laughter of God as He saw the beauty of its bough, and knew of the pleasures and blessings it would bring to those yet to come.

Quickly it grew and budded and bloomed, dropping its precious seed to birth and grow and multiply.  Precious plants of different species and gifts.  Each needing another of its own kind to pollinate the buds of the new plants to come.  Each species with a seed of its own, to bear its own kind, again and again and again.  Each brought forth with a special purpose, a special need to meet, all a precious part of the vision God saw.

Nothing laid waste.  Nothing was set without a plan.  Everything was perfectly fitted together.

From the dusk of the evening, traveling into the darkness, to the dawn of the new morning, coming safely out of the darkness, this was the third day.

Genesis 1:14 – 19

As He tipped back His head God gave a shout of laughter.  He spread His arms wide and cherished the great dome called heaven.

“Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years:  And let them be for lights in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth.”

As He stood, arms wide, a glow grew from within Him and spread all about.  No longer could the edge of light and the edge darkness be seen, but one flowed and melted into the other, slowly, gently.

Into His right hand He blew and there grew a great light.  Casting it deep into the heaven, it took its place high into the light.  This was the light appointed to govern the day.

Into His left hand He blew and a lesser light formed.  He cast it deep into the heaven and it went high into the darkness.  This was the light appointed to govern the night.

He cupped His hands together and blew within.  A glow danced between His palms, illuminating the beauty of His presence.  Casting them out He scattered the stars far into the depths of the firmament.  Deep into this place called heaven.  There they shown brightly against the darkness of night.  Some shown so bright that they could even be seen through the light of day.

These lights, great and small, were set precisely in the firmament, assigned to make a light upon the earth.  Proudly in their places, they received their appointment with greatest honor – to govern the day, to govern the night, and to separate the light from the darkness.

God watched as they began the purpose they were ordained for.  Resting in the heaven; watchful, strong, sure.  The warmth of the greater light caressed His face.

“Yes,” God nodded, it was good.

From the dusk of the evening, traveling into the darkness, to the dawn of the new morning, coming safely out of the darkness, this was the fourth day.

Genesis 1:20 – 23

Down He knelt and touched the waters with His hand.  As He raised it to His lips the waters trickled down His arm.  Deep He looked into the water, then around at the dry land.  He stood and scanned the horizon of trees; now fully grown, fruitful, preparing to drop precious seeds.

“Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.”

With the vibration of His mighty voice the waters began to tremble and shake.  Within the vibration grew a vibration.  Swarming, creeping, growing – new life in the depths of the waters.  From the smallest invertebrate to the giant whale, each in schools of its own species, there grew the first life.

And as the sea swelled with the abundance of new birth, birds filled the boughs of the trees and soared against the blue of heaven.  Each species resting within its own species, immediately starting the cycle of new life.

“Yes,” it was good.

As He knelt there He blessed them, all that had come.

“Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the waters in the seas, and let fowl multiply in the earth.

From the dusk of the evening, traveling into the darkness, to the dawn of the new morning, coming safely out of the darkness, this was the fifth day.

Genesis 1:24 – 31

The birds painted the sky with the graceful strokes of their wings.  They sang praises to the Master, Father God.  The skies were filled with their anthem chorus.  The great whales and the dolphins echoed back their own song of worship.  The earth was alive with rejoicing.

“Let the earth bring forth the living creature after its kind, cattle, and creeping thing, and beast of the earth after his kind,” said God.

There, from the bushes, the caverns, and the trees walked the fruits of new life.  Each with its own kind, each in harmony with the other.  The great beasts and the small.  The reptiles and the rodents.  All taking its place in the cycle of life.  Each recognizing its need for the other.

The lion and the lamb lay at His feet.  The truth of the moment, the truth of Eden, a prophesy of a day to come.

God tarried there, enjoying the moment of innocence.  Cherishing what had become.  He saw that it was good.

“Let us make man in our image, after our likeness:  and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.”

Sitting upon a rock God leaned forward and scooped together the warm soil.  He raised His hands up and allowed the powdery soil to trickle through His fingers.  Moving left to right, right to left, the soil fell to the ground.

As it touched the face of the earth it began to move and take shape.  An arm, a leg, the torso, the head.  Down upon it God blew, moving the powdery residue away from the new creation.

He lifted this man from the cradle of his birth and blew into his face.  The man gasped his first breath and opened his eyes  –  looking innocently into the face of God.  Out of the dirt grew bone and muscle, blood and sinew.  Out of the earth came love and joy, long-suffering and gentleness.  Out of the soil came man, created in the image of God, resembling Him in feature and form.

With the guiding strength of God’s hand man stood and surveyed the land that God had appointed him to rule.  He did not fear the vastness, he did not fear the task of naming and ruling and subduing all that had been created.  But he did fear the times of loneliness in those times when God was not walking with him or talking to him.  He had so much to share.

God felt the man’s loneliness, his sadness, his pain, and he brought to man woman.  Created by God, out of man.  Bone of his bone, blood of his blood, a woman to share all of his days.

As the knelt, hand in hand, man and woman, at the feet of God, He blessed them and said unto them, “Be fruitful and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it:  and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.”

“Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat.  And to every beast of the earth, and to every fowl of the air, and to every thing that creepeth upon the earth, wherein there is life, I have given every green herb for meat.”

Man and woman turned and beheld all that God had given them.  Every creature, great and small, ate of the green herb and grasses that grew.  Every fish, every fowl, every mammal ate of the same food.  There was no fear, there was no danger, only appointed positions to which God had called them.

This was the land that man and woman were to call into order, by the grace of God.  These were the seas that would carry the precious life that could only survive in the waters.  This was the heaven and earth they were to rule and reign over.  This was their home.

Hand in hand they walked away from the glorious presence of God and into the land before them.  God watched as the creatures of the sea, the fowl of the air and the creatures of the land humbled themselves before the two called man and woman.  He saw them warmed by the sun and caressed by the herbs beneath their feet.  The sky crowned their heads and the flowers of the land adorned them.

“Yes,” thought God.  It was VERY good.

From the dusk of the evening, traveling into the darkness, to the dawn of the new morning, coming safely out of the darkness, this was the sixth day.

Genesis 2:1 – 4

There stood God, in the midst of them.  He gazed far to the east, then deep into the west.  He turned and searched north and then again south.  Slowly He turned, around and around, not wanting to miss the slightest blessing.

It was finished.  The heavens, the earth, the creatures above, the creatures below, and those that walked the land.  It was finished.  Creation.

On this day, the seventh day, God rested.  He savored the breeze and the warmth of the sun.  He cherished the rich green grass beneath His feet, and the water that caressed His hands as He dipped them.  He revered man and woman and the moments they would share as they walked the paths of Eden in the cool of the evening.

He memorized the cut of the mountain and the velvet of the hills.  With fatherly pride He watched as each creature walked and dwelt in harmony, submitted to those made in His image.

It was finished.  The dance of creation had come to a close.  The staccato of the music mellowed to a sweet aria.

He sat and enjoyed this world He had created – and He rested.  Such peace.  This day, the last day of creation, God blessed above all others and He sanctified it.

This day would be the day, throughout all of the generations, that would be set aside, dedicated and holy.  A day each week for that special intimate communion with the one true God.

And this was the order of creation.  This was the generation of the heaven and the earth.  This was the plan that God set into motion for the world before us.  This was new life.

THIS WAS GOOD.

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By Linda J. Humes

Written 5-26-99

Generations

17 Jan

Generations

Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me;                                                             Exodus 20:5

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Thou shewest lovingkindness unto thousands, and recompensest the iniquity of the fathers into the bosom of their children after them: the Great, the Mighty God, the Lord of hosts, is his name,                                                                Jeremiah 32:18

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The weight of the sins,

     of generations past,

     burden my shoulders.

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I am tempted and swayed,

     toward an evil I don’t understand,

     and yet I crave.

 —-

I carry the mantle of a cursed generation,

     passed down,

     father to child,

     a covenant of sin.

     In which generation do I fall,

     3rd, 5th, maybe 7th?

 —-

The shadow of a cross

     falls across the path,

     I’ve been destined to walk.

     It breaks the pulling of the grave.

 —-

As I look to the man hanging thereon,

     calling my name,

     I feel the mantle lighten.

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Resting at His feet,

     I look upward,

     into His pain wracked face;

     the blood from His pierced hands,

     falls on the mantle I carry,

     breaking the chains that hold it there,

     releasing the shell,

     it falls to the ground.

 —-

His eyes watch and question,

     “Will you pick it back up?”

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Within my womb rests a nation.

     Their destiny rests within the choice,

     I must make.

     Their blessing or cursing

     rests in the power

     of my decision.

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Do I pick up the mantle

     of my fathers,

     or wear a crown of thorns,

     adorned with the ruby red drops

     of the Savior’s blood,

     one day to be traded

     for a crown of gold.

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There, at the foot of the cross,

     lay the empty shell,

     a wicked generation

     left behind  –  cleansed

     by the flow of blood.

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BEHIND YOUR VEIL

16 Jan

 Veil

“And thou shalt hang up the vail under the taches, that thou mayest bring in thither within the vail the ark of the testimony: and the vail shall divide unto you between the holy place and the most holy”. Exodus 26:33 KJV

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Pull me back,

Behind Your veil,

For I have ventured out,

Into the land of Giants,

Trying to forge the path,

I think You want me to walk.

Yet in this land is confusion,

Not born of You.

In this land is strife,

Not called by Your lips.

—-

Scourge the stubbornness from my soul,

Which says this is the way,

This must be the way.

 —-

I know this is the wrong way, Lord,

For ‘round about mingle tormenting demons,

Cast from the souls of the dying lost.

Light and darkness may not dwell together.

 —-

I humbly step back, Lord,

Behind Your veil.

Repenting of the thoughts,

That I could know Your will.

 —-

Behind the veil is perfect peace.

Behind the veil is Grace.

 —-

I’ll rest my mind and bathe my feet,

Until you open the door,

Preparing my journey.

Leaving no possible doubt

Of the path You have set.

 —-

But let me rest,

Behind the veil,

Until You are sure,

I will stray no more.

—-

Voices in My Head

15 Jan

Voices

“There are, it may be, so many kinds of voices in the world, and none of them is without signification.” I Corinthians 14:10

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From as far back as I can remember, I knew things.  Things I had no way of knowing, I knew.  Little things and big things; things near and things very far away . . . I just knew.  I knew when people were hurt, I knew my father was going to die months before he did.  I knew my 2 year old nephew was going to die soon, the first time I met him.  I knew where lost things would be found, states away.  How did I know . . . the voice told me.

My mother felt that the voice I heard was my father, guiding me from the grave.  She was into the occult and encouraged me to try to communicate with him.  She had me try astral writing to see if I could ask questions and receive answers.  When she wasn’t happy with the results (couldn’t say for sure that it was my father) so she bought an Ouija Board, so that she and I could both ask the “spirit” questions.  I wish I had never seen that Board.  That Board is pure evil.

After trying to communicate with my father the voice changed and multiplied.  The voices told me that I had no value, that I should hurt myself, that life wasn’t worth living.  I struggled with depression and very low self-esteem, suicidal thoughts; hiding away rather than interfacing with people.  It was a very dark time in my life.

Although my father’s side of the family was very strong in their faith, I rarely saw them.  My father and mother were far from Christianity.  I did not understand about salvation and didn’t commit my life to God until I was 38 years old, although I prayed often and had a strong belief in Him.

During an evangelical event, a few years later, I was helping tape the event series for those attending.  No matter how hard I tried to focus in on what was being shared, I just couldn’t grasp what the evangelist was saying.  The evangelist saw me struggling, walked up to me, placed a hand over each of my ears and shouted “Voices stop, in the name of Jesus.”  That was the last time I heard those voices; I’m so grateful.

After that day only one voice has spoken to me, the voice of my Lord.  I hear Him clearly, without distraction.  I believe that when a child is gifted with a prophetic ministry, Satan will do everything he can to destroy it.  If Satan can’t confuse the voices, he will do his best to destroy the person, any way he can, so the prophetic can’t follow the call God has placed on their lives.

Recently a prayer request came to me for a young boy with voices in his head; tormenting him.  When I asked questions of the mom she said that he always “knew things.”  Another young man is being attacked with voices and depression.  This young man has worked in the prophetic realm from his early childhood.  Satan tries to pervert what God has blessed us with.

Guard your mind, Saints.  Don’t allow yourselves to listen to, see or participate in any activity that would allow the enemy to find an entry point into your mind.  If you see someone struggling, get into deep prayer and help them to repent of whatever activity allowed for the entry.  Keep our children and youth in prayer, they walk in a world filled with evil and temptation.

Lord, please keep my mind strong and unwavering.  Keep me from areas where no Christian should trespass.  Help me to be a gatekeeper for our tender children.

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“Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer (Psalm 19:14 KJV).”

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Firewall

14 Jan

Firewall

“That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ:”  1 Peter 1:7

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In the eye of the storm,

The flame of faith,

Flickers and dims,

Holding perilously,

To yesterday’s truths;

Praying.

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Satan’s doubt,

Quenches the flame,

Reducing it to an ember,

As the storm tarries.

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A cry for help,

Faint, but heard.

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Then, in a moment,

The flame surges,

Grows, strengthens,

When joined by the faith,

Of interceding saints,

Building a firewall,

Of committed prayer,

That banishes doubt,

And fuels the flame,

With the testimony of miracles.

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Stand with me,

When the cutting winds blow,

Then I will be strengthened,

And ready to join with you,

When another saint’s flame,

Begins to dim.

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Lord, Rest Here

13 Jan

Rest Here

“For the kingdom of God is not meat and drink; but righteousness, and peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost.” Romans 14:17 KJV

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Lord, rest here.

Comfort in this humble home,

Shine with Glory through our prayers,

Lighting the way in our darkest hour.

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Lord, rest here.

Sitting beside me as I read Your Word,

Explaining each question

as I meditate the passage,

Highlighting special scriptures

 when I need an answer.

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Lord, rest here.

A misty image as I try to see Your face,

What Heaven must be like;

green, pure, peaceful,

Content at Your feet.

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Lord, rest here.

Set Angels all about for the moments

 You must leave,

Keep anger and temptation and evil at bay,

Helping us become the people You need.

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Lord, rest here.

I could not bear a single day without You,

I could not consider a moment

      without the touch of the spirit,

I could not imagine a thought

  without Your Son in it.

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Lord, rest here.

For this child is Yours,

To mold – and shape – and place –

In Your world – in Your Perfect Will.

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THE WASHERWOMAN IN THE PALACE OF THE KING

12 Jan

Washer Woman

“And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.”  Romans 5:5

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It was a time of rejoicing – the King has returned and all had come together to celebrate.  The house was trimmed in Scarlet and Blue and most glorious Purples.  The Golden goblet was set, preparing for the finest Wine.

As the sky drew dim the people came – in beautiful raiment.  Their joy shown clearly – their love so pure.  In beautiful gowns the women danced – jewels sparkled all about – and from a distance the washerwoman watched.

She wondered how it felt to be so beautiful.  She wondered what it was like to feel such joy.  And as she watched each beautiful woman dance with the King, she wondered what it was like to feel such love.

Back she stepped, so as not to be seen, how could she chance to be seen in her rags and covering scarf.  Yet she dared to desire to belong.

She cherished the moments she cleaned for the King.  Did He know she prayed as she cleansed His garments?  Did He know that she treasured the brief moments when they shared a word?

So back she stepped, into the shadows – swaying with the music, drinking in the joy that danced around the room.  Careful, oh so careful, so not to be seen, she raised her hand up to the missing hand, and placed her arm around the missing waist as she moved slowly around the shadows.

Then a breeze passed by and a tender word touched her ear.  Opening her eyes she saw her King before her, at the edge of the shadows.  Bowing down she humbly and quietly spoke, “Yes, My King, your servant waits.”

Speaking not He reached down, taking her rough red hand in His.  Gently He pulled her up, placing His arm around her ragged dress and together they danced from the shadows to the light.

As the music stopped He kissed her hand and thanked her for her love and the beauty she presented every day.  And at that moment she knew herself what it was like to feel beautiful, what it was like to feel joy, and how wonderful it felt to be loved.

For SHE was the washerwoman in the Palace of the KING!

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