The house is so chipper and upbeat. Even when disagreements arise, they are squashed within minutes. I am loving this new vibe. We are halfway through. We are doing prayer and family devotions nearly every day. We keep reminding each other to think and act positively. It’s really great! WOW! What a difference. Everything down to homeschooling has been affected. Thank the Lord!
The other day I was flat ironing my hair. My left arm gets tired very quickly as it has been messed up since the car accident in 1998 that rendered it virtually useless for about six months. So, as I am doing my hair I get frustrated and exclaim: This is TIRESOME!!!
Only to hear that still small voice speak and say: but the end result is worth it, right?
Just like your walk with Jesus.
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Then it came to me that, like my flat iron, God turns up the heat to make our crooked ways straight. He applies the right pressure to straighten out our lives and make us shiny, vibrant, and beautiful. We have to be willing to let him work it out, though…and when we get back to our rough ways, we have to be willing to allow Him to do it all over again.
The Spirit of the Lord has been upon me to cleanse of all my impurities. I need to get “back to the beginning, but better”. God is preparing me for this big work that is coming. I have so much to say but not the words with which to say them. It’s bursting from every seam, and I am just waiting for it all to come out. I am not called to preach so much as to teach. This gospel is like fire shut in my bones once again. I can feel the spirit moving throughout me. I wake up in the morning with songs of joy and praise in my heart.
God is calling you to purity, too. If you are reading this passage, this is God’s wake-up call. Get back to the beginning of your faith and love for Him, but make it better than before. Get back to the ways you praised Him and loved on Him. God is only waiting on you to take a step toward Him so He can run to you.
Saturday afternoon at my nephew’s birthday party, a woman who was once my nemesis came to me and practically apologized for all she has ever said and done to me that was in the wrong. She told me how she has now given her whole heart to God, testified of God’s faithfulness, and told me a story that only became fully clear to me yesterday.
She *we will call her Jaime*, says to me that she was driving down the street on her way home from work, looked up and saw the sky. It was all aglow in her favorite colors with vistas that no human could ever capture with their hands. She said “thank You for painting the sky for me today”. When she got home, Jaime told her mother what she saw. Jaime’s mother said “God paints the sky for everyone everyday”. Jaime persisted saying, “Yes, but I noticed. It was for me.”
God painted the sky for me last night when I was driving with my mother. I can’t explain what I saw, but God painted the sky for me yesterday.
I was looking around YouTube to see if I could find any beautiful representations of the Native Peoples and their spirituality. I was happy to find a good number of videos that were dedicated to the beauty of the Natives and the spirituality that runs like blood through our veins. Spirituality has never been a separate part of our lives…it IS life. There is no living apart from the ways and words of Kishelemekong, the Creator. It’s not something we have to cultivate, as it is with us from the day we are conceived. God is not a being we have to learn to know, we already know Him through our world. We stay interconnected with nature which is from God and all His helpers within this world.
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If Hallelujah is the highest praise, then where do you go to get higher than hallelujah? Is that when Shekinah glory breaks loose and everyone falls to the floor wherever they are? Is that when there are no more words left to utter that can encompass the holiness of the presence of God?
I have been higher than hallelujah before… and I feel that my spirit is trying to ascend to that height once again.
Last night I fought through the pain of an ear ache, the beating of the rain, and my own feelings of just plain NOT wanting to move to go to church. I knew I had to be there. I didn’t know what for. My ear started hurting more and more as I got closer to where I had to be. So much so that I was not only squinting through the raindrops, but through the SEARING pain.
I did make it to the church. My sister in law was having dizzy spells all day and didn’t feel like going either, but we both got to church. … and now I know why the evil one was trying so hard to keep us from there. We were used to bring God’s children back to the throne.
I was used to deliver a message to my friend and he gave his heart to God. I was able to pray for him. I prayed like I never prayed for anyone before, because I could feel death upon him.
One of my teen friends was about to leave church. I got to pray for her and she is still there.
The experience last night was so awesome. The pain from my earache left and has not returned. I can even hear more out of my ear than I have in about a week. I got it prayed for 4 times last night… and with each prayer more pressure was relieved, more pain left. I thank God that I was there last night. I was able to connect with God in a way I have not in a while. I am thankful that I was safely able to return home afterwards. I am thankful that my husband showed up only a few minutes after my return. I am so thankful. SO grateful right now…
My son and I were invited to a Baptist church in our area when we went to Derby Day yesterday. Their youth day was today and we decided to check them out. It’s been a very very long time since I went to church for a service. Their youth were pretty cool. The entire service was only about two hours long, which was fine for us since the kid didn’t want to stay very long anyway. It’s much like the church of my childhood, but not exactly the same.
I felt good there, unlike the church who’s booth I had to pass by yesterday. I got such a sick and twisted feeling in my spirit when I tried to approach their booth. I had to go past without asking any questions. I nearly felt as though I would pass out. The other church booth didn’t make me feel like that.
Maybe I found a place that I enjoy going. I hope so. I finally have my car on the road and can do more than just sit here every weekend.
My son’s guardian is an Owl. It is a large owl that sits on his stomach and tells him things. On the 12th my son saw the Owl again. One on his stomach and one on his father’s side of the room. The Owl accidentally scratched my son’s stomach. He showed me his belly and there was the scratch. It was like a pick mark, you know, when something pointy picks your skin and leaves a little round scab? Anyway, he said the second Owl wasn’t angry this time. Last time, it was screaming. Last time I purified my home until he no longer saw the angry Owl. This time I am still going to purify, but it won’t be to purge, just to continue the cleansing.
I AM WAGING A WAR ON STRIFE!!!!!!!! I CURSE YOU TO THE BOTTOMLESS PIT AND BIND YOU SO YOU MAY NEVER RETURN AGAIN!!!!!! IN JESUS’ HOLY NAME AMEN.
ok , phew , so that book life without strife is really getting to me. i am determined to have peace all the time in my life. im tired of living with strife. im tired of allowing people to get on my last nerves. im tired of letting people walk all over my feelings. im giving it up. im getting rid of it. i refuse to let it happen. the more i say that the more that stupid devil fights me but then i just remind him that he’s under my feet and im stepping on his eyes and he has no power over me! o im sick and tired of being sick and tired, being stressed out, and letting people run me. its over! OVER!!! no more. i refuse to let it happen. this is MY LIFE. i choose how i live. i speak PEACE unending into my life in Jesus’ name. this is the end of all the aggravation. this is where the depression STOPS. no more shall it run me and make me feel worthless and inadequate. no more will i allow others to push things on me like having more kids or fighting about whatever or trying to dig dirt up so they can add strife to everyone’s life. i am done. DOOOOOOOONNNNNEEEE!!!!!! i suggest you all wage a war on strife and see how much happier you are. get the book : life without strife by joyce meyer. read it from cover to cover, then read it again and again until it is ingrained in your subconcious. make sure you live it every day. PRAISE THE LORD I AM FREE INDEED!!!!
that is all.
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