Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ; Ephesians 5:20 I look out into a world, of drugs, alcohol and murder. Fear grips my heart, there is no avenue of safety. What to do, Lord? A silent prayer, eyes closed to the dangers at hand. A cool breeze flows, born in the rising of angel’s wings. Sweet music, somewhere distant, ripples closer, from the depths of my soul. Whispering, Sweet Jesus, floating above the circumstance. A strengthening rises, as the Spirit renews it supreme peace. I gaze out again, at what the enemy has wrought. Fear has faded to compassion, terror gave way to love. Only the tears remain, knowing that so many will never understand, the indescribable power of a single moment of prayer. ------- Written 5/16/95 By Linda J. Humes From Moments With The Master
Tag Archives: Fear
A SINGLE MOMENT OF PRAYER
7 JulFORTRESS
23 Jun
I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
Philippians. 4:13 KJV
People always tell me how strong I am,
Admiring the composure they see.
Yet, inside, Jesus holds the frail
Shaking bird, praying for safety.
Don’t confuse my lack of tears for strength,
they are dammed up behind stone walls,
protecting my vulnerable heart.
Don’t confuse my serene stance for strength,
for it is a mask which covers the myriad
of emotions that are so fragile.
You may never know the real me,
I hide the guilt and pain and fears so well.
I will never allow you close enough
for fear that you might hurt me.
I choose to stay in the safety of loneliness.
I have tried to surrender what I have become,
but, by my own will, I am not strong enough.
Neither are you capable of penetrating the fortress
the enemy and I have so carefully built.
Lord, Jesus, descending through the wings of a dove,
strip away the chains, tear down the walls,
that I may learn to love again.
Written 5/11/1995
DREAMS
11 Nov
“And he said, Hear now my words: If there be a prophet among you, I the Lord will make myself known unto him in a vision, and will speak unto him in a dream.” Numbers 12:6
I’m standing in my dining room window and I realize that my plants have all gone dry. I have been so focused on keeping the fireplace burning and the house warm, that I hadn’t thought about the other life around me that needs attention, and water, to survive.
I wonder if I have forgotten about my own life and the desires I once held so dear. I have found myself going through the motions of life to survive. I am living in the memories of a lost yesterday, a wonderful time gone by, of clear direction and extravagant dreams. I often find myself so absorbed in the memories of yesterday that I forget about the reality of today. We were created to flourish, not simply survive. Why do we stop dreaming about tomorrow? Why have we allowed circumstances to dictate the end of a vision that God has placed deep in our hearts and souls? Am I the only one?
Illness may steal our energy, but it should never steal our joy. An unwanted job may bring tremendous stress and pressure, but it cannot steal our dream of the work God has put inside of us, it is merely a stepping stone soaked with valuable lessons and information that God is teaching us for the next part of our journey.
A loss is only a loss if we allow it to be, or it can become a beautiful valuable lesson to guide our steps forward on the path that God has placed us on.
Do we get so caught up in daily survival that we forget to reach out to the God who gave us life. Do we forget about the dreams, the people in our lives to receive from, and the people that He wants us to pour into. Do we get so caught up in trying to figure out how we are going to fulfill a need that we forget to take it to the Father in prayer, which is all He is waiting for to send resolution? Are we so consumed by the fear of what might happen that we don’t step into the dreams of the wonderful things that could happen?
Reach out to the Father for the next step of the path that He placed in you at birth. Reach deep inside for the faith and trust you nurture every day through the Word. Reach back to help another find their path, encouraging them daily. Reach up in praise and worship for the gifts of life bestowed upon you and the dreams birthed inside.
A dream isn’t a wish your heart makes; it is a call towards a life ministry, one moment at a time. Nurture it. Flourish.
Written 11-11-2018
The Evil In Man
12 Nov
“The stranger that is within thee shall get up above thee very high; and thou shalt come down very low.” Deuteronomy 28:43 (KJV)
There is a common saying, “The eyes are the window to the soul,” and it is absolutely true. A lot can be seen spiritually and emotionally when looking intently into the eyes of another. God gives us glimpses of the depth of a person’s weakness, pain and spirit. Every once in a while God takes us a step past the eyes and He shows us the demons that torment.
I remember, so vividly, the first time I saw the demon that controlled my father. My grandparents had come to visit and as we children went off toward bed the adults left the house. Not long after a storm kicked up, a strong desert wind storm.
I was 9 years old; my brother would have been 7, my sister 3, and the baby just a few months old. When the storm kicked up the electricity went off and all of us kids drew together in the bedroom that I shared with the baby. My brother and sister huddled against the wall as I rocked the baby in the rocking chair. Within the howling wind we heard a loud “crack” and a main branch broke off of the tree at the back of the house. My brother and sister were crying and holding each other as I did my best to quiet the baby.
Just a short time after I heard a tapping on my bedroom window and my name being called, “Linda, Linda, open the door.” The voice was that of my father, but when I pulled the curtain back what I saw terrified me. Instead of my father’s face I saw the head of a Ram with glowing red eyes on a very large body of a man. Its lips were moving as I heard my father’s voice again, angry. “Linda, open the door.”
I screamed and ran across the room, all 4 of us huddled against the wall crying. This repeated with my father’s voice becoming more and more agitated. Then I heard the voice of my grandfather, “Linda, it’s grandpa, we forgot the key, open the front door and let us in.”
I ran to the window and opened the curtain. There was the face of my grandfather, always kind and gentle. I laid the baby in his crib and ran to the front door, unlocking it. In came my family, drenched from the rain. My father was still very angry that I had delayed, but the creature I had seen in the window was gone.
I don’t know why God shows us the evil inside of others. I don’t know why we see it at some times and not others. I don’t know why some people can see the evil and others cannot. I don’t understand how some people can stand up to evil and quench it with a few spoken words and the voice of authority. I don’t understand why people are drawn toward evil and wicked ways more than they are drawn to the church and the laws of God, when the true power lies in the authority of scripture and death is in the path of evil.
I really don’t understand it all, but I know it is real; I have seen it myself. I do understand that we are called to do greater things than Jesus did in His time on earth. I do understand the authority we are given if we will draw close to God through the power of the Holy Spirit. I do know that we were given the ability to stand up to the sort of evil that torments a young man to the extent that he would walk into a school and kill 26 people, mostly young children.
Spiritual warfare can turn the evil before the demonic becomes so strong in a person’s life that they no longer hold life precious – their own life or the life of another. We must fight the Spiritual battle for the souls of the hurting before the soul is eternally lost.
This generation is the generation of Spiritual Warriors. A Warrior can only fight if they have the tools and they know how to use them. Jesus commanded us to teach – help me to teach these Warriors who they are and what authority they can possess. Help me to teach them to fight for the lost soul, the innocent children, and the evil that desires to destroy everything in its path. Please, help me.
“Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:” – Psalms 144:1 (KJV)
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Written 1-1-2013
Published 11/12/2015 – Republished 7-18-2021
BEHIND YOUR VEIL
16 Jan 
“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.
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Scourge the stubbornness from my soul,
Which says this is the way,
This must be the way.
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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.
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I humbly step back, Lord,
Behind Your veil.
Repenting of the thoughts,
That I could know Your will.
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Behind the veil is perfect peace.
Behind the veil is Grace.
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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.
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But let me rest,
Behind the veil,
Until You are sure,
I will stray no more.
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STREET FIGHT
13 Nov
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:16 KJV
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I’m strong – I have power,
You’re weak – you’re nothing.
I could hit you – I could stab you,
You’re weak – you’re nothing.
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These streets are mine – I need nothing,
I don’t need food – I don’t need a room.
I can do anything – I can do everything,
You’re weak – you’re nothing.
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I could kill you – I could take your money,
I could destroy everything you have.
I am strong – nothing can touch me,
You’re weak – you’re nothing.
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What’s wrong with you, man?
Don’t you see me, don’t you hear me?
You are at my mercy –
You are a bug in the palm of my hand,
You’re weak – you’re nothing.
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Don’t you hear me – can’t you see what I am.
I am strong – I am tough – nothing can hurt me.
I need nothing – I need no one –
The streets are mine,
You’re weak – you’re nothing.
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You’re different, man – you’re different.
You don’t fear me – but you’re not tough.
You sort of glow, man – are you high,
What are you on, man?
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You’re different, man – you’re different.
I’m tough – I’m mean – but – you’re different.
What’s in you, man – I don’t get it.
I’m mean – but you’re looking at me like –
Like – we’re old friends, or something.
But – I don’t have friends –
There are no friends on the street,
NO – you’re weak – you’re nothing.
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I don’t need you – I don’t need nobody,
The streets are mine – I live through fear,
No one messes with me.
But, you’re different, man – Who are you?
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Don’t touch me, man,
No one touches me – Nothing touches me.
I’m mean – the streets are mine,
I’m – – strong – – I’m – –
Who are you?
What are you?
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Sit down, man – over here,
Where no one can see.
Tell me again why you aren’t afraid.
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There’s no way You could have been like Me,
No way, man – You’re weak – you’re – – different – – you’re – –
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I don’t want to change,
I don’t need food – I don’t need nobody,
People are bad news, man –
People are no good,
Out here I’m king, man,
These are my streets – I’m mean . . .
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Don’t hold me, man -don’t touch me – don’t . . . .
Why did you do that –
Why do you care about me.
There’s nothing in your world for me,
There’s no hope – I’m not like you –
You’re not like me,
I can’t be like you.
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Who are you, man – look at me cry,
I don’t cry – I’m mean – I’m tough – I’m . . .
Who are you?
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Ok, man – Ok.
Tell me again,
Tell me again about this Jesus guy.
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Linda J. Humes 