“Simply spray on damp hair and go”

I got a “blowout” done on my hair because it is too stinkin’ thick, and I don't want to mess with it. It is a pricey pleasure, so I asked my fantastic hairdresser (also conveniently named Theresa) what I should do to help take care of it. She told me (again) that I should make sure that I put a heat protectant on it before I straighten it. BTW, I always forget that part. But not today! I am going to do what Theresa (K) says! 

“Simply spray on damp hair and go”

These are the instructions on the bottle. What?? How much spray?

All over hair? More on ends or top? How many pumps? And go? Go WHERE? This overt lack of information started to raise my blood pressure. 

I am a person who likes very specific instructions. This is where

my faith began. I had a set of instructions on what to do and

what not to do. Even, as my faith grew, I leaned heavy on the

classics like “pray,” “read your bible,” “go to church,” and “love

thy neighbor.”  As I was talking to a friend this week, I said there

was NO JOKE a time in my life where I thought (early 20’s)

that I knew my faith in and out, and where would I go now?

If only I was as smart now as then. 

How the much older and grayer Theresa of now would like to pull

her aside and say, “You have not seen anything yet….also  don’t

try to dye your natural red hair on your own. Your bright

orange-ness

will be regretful.” 

Now, there is nothing wrong with following those instructions.

In fact, as a Christian, you should be following them. I just

learned that there is so very much more to be had. 

Instructions are good. They guide us and help us form the path.

The problem began when I was on the path just for being on the

path's sake. Because instructions say I am supposed to be on the

path. I simply walked with no passion or purpose. I just meandered

around. 

Then I started to really take extra time to study the word and the

character of Jesus. I read Bible studies that began to challenge

and stretch me. I started to follow Col. 3:23 “Whatever you do,

work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men.” 

Finally, I fell in love. I started a real honest to goodness

relationship with the God of Heaven and Earth. Some

people may flinch away from the wording, but unfortunately

the English language really doesn’t explain it when you find

the “reason for being.”  The depth of commitment and passion

the Father has as He chased after us. What He sacrificed so

that us, His children, would not come to ruin.

Yeah, words can’t bring it to me. 

My passion is now fueling my instructions. In fact, instructions

sound so “blah” now, and I consider it such a joy that I don’t

even think of it the same. 

My desire to go after God is what is

fueling my passion to pursue. 

Pursue daily and  differently. I may be asked to help another

on their walk. I may give. I may study. I may read or write. I

am following my desire, the Highest God. 

I offer no resolution or goal to myself other than to keep my

eyes on the prize. Some days will be really good (I picture

the beach in these ones), and others not so good. (insert

snow here.) 

I will be moving forward.  

For Matt 6: 19-21 tells us “don’t store up treasures here on

Earth, where moths eat them and rust destroys them and

where thieves break in and steal. Store your treasures in

Heaven where moths and rust can’t destroy and thieves

so not break in and steal. Wherever your treasure is,

there the desires of your heart will be.” 

I know where my desires lie.

That is not my name!

 

"That's not my name!" my 6 year old bright blue eyes Bella stomped. "My name is a B! and I don't know that that is but it is not a B!" "It us an "I" and and tyes that is your name. Your real name is Isabella Noel Demi, and your kindergarten teacher would like you to write Isabella on your work."  "What's your real name?" the flaming hair little girl asked. "Theresa." "So how come you get to write the name people call you, but I have to to write a name I never even heard before and pretend it is me?" "Becuase sometimes people have nicknames. Like Will is really William and Luke is really Lucas." "Well, I am really Bella and you can tell my teacher that."

My girls were born firecrackers. The true problem she had with the whole thing is that Isabella is longer than Bella. However, now she is 11 and writes Bella anyway so what did it matter?

I have been thinking about a lot of BIG questions lately. Reading some big books and pondering if what I believe it lining up with who I portray myself to be. When teaching my 2nd graders about different ways to write numbers I give them teh eample of my name. I am Theresa, mom, wife, sister, teacher, friend...and the list goes on. But it is still me. Just like 673 is 5 hundreds 7 tens and 3 ones.

But that isn't exactly the whole truth. Because all of those names are in a sense different people. I am who I need to be in that moment in time. At one time or another (or every flipping moment in my case) you wondering if you are enough. Am I enough? 

Can I ever be enough? No. I am just going to tell you. No. You will never be enough. You can read wvwey self help book, listening to relaxing music, chant mantras about being a warrior. You will be never be enough on your own because you were never created to be enough.

From Knight's Tale. Excellent movie by the way. You will never be enough because you were never created to stand alone. The empty feeling. Yeah. The feeling of "I am tryign and it is never enough?" Yep. 

Colossians 1:16 

For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him.

You were created by God and FOR God. And He has some awesome plans for you!

My sister Patty is leading a Book Club on Allie Beth Stuchey called "You're not enough (and that's ok). Not all the details are worked out but if you would like to join in shoot me a message and I can can give you her info. Or message her- Pattty Sponsy Miller. 

You were created for more. 

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The mob of people almost looked like a dance or at least a parade. Everyone laughed and some even sang. The children run up and down the trail of people. It had to be the slowest parade ever. Everyone who came up to him, he would stop and laugh with. Place his hand on top of their head. I looked from face to face. Most of these people I have cheated in more ways than one. They certainly would throw things at me if they know I was up here, and it would be well deserved. As He approached there was a shimmer that moved with him, my hand started to shake, and my mind started racing. What if I dropped out of the tree and invited him to dinner? Maybe he could help me fix me the mess. Then the shimmer seemed to disappear and a shadow surrounded me. I heard a voice that felt like claws going down my spine. “You are worthless. You made your choices. Do you think this man is able to erase a life of disgusting bile? “I don't know,” I choked out. A tear slipped from my cheek and disappeared into the dust on the road. Then He looked up.

Jesus, the man rumored to be the Messiah, looked up. His face was hard as granite, and I swear I saw his eyes sparked. But somehow, I know it wasn’t for me. The shadow immediately dissipated, and I looked down into the brightest smile I had ever seen. Had there been a shadow? Was I hallucinating? His voice broke through my thoughts. “Zacchaeus! Quick! Come down. I must be a guest in your home today!” I saw the shocked faces and sneers. I heard nasty comments. But as quickly as I could, I got out of the tree, bum hip and all! On the short walk to my house Jesus asked me how I was doing. He asked how business was and how my hip was. Then the voice was back in my head. “Teacher, I understand that since now you know who I am, if you would rather have other accommodations,” as I hung my head. “Who told you that I didn’t want to spend time with you Zacchaeus?” When he said my name, I had never heard it spoken like that. Not in fury and disappointment like my parents use to, or in mockery with the other boys who were all so much better than me due to my short stature. I had heard my name mentioned thousands perhaps millions of times, but never had it sounded like that.

I invited him in. In a whirl, I order the preparation to be made for dinner. But Jesus beckoned me over to him. “Those voices are from the pit. They lie and taunt and bring pain.” “Master, what am I to believe? What am I to do?” “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and love your neighbor as yourself.”

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 Preview on ch 11...the bleeding woman

“Oh Jesus, if I could just have a minute?” or “Jesus I know that you are so busy but if you could just lay your lands on….” It came to me. No one had to know that this unclean woman had touched this clean man. I could get close enough and touch his prayer shawl. That’s it! I know if I could just touch this man I would be healed. I got close. I could see his prayer tassel flow this way and that way in the wind. If I could just …. reach….out….and touch. As soon as my hand came in contact with him, I knew I was healed. It was a warmness that flowed from the top of my head to the bottoms of my feet. I felt strong. I felt new.

I was HEALED. After so many failures it felt odd to say this, but I know without a shadow or a doubt, my bleeding had stopped. I even felt stronger in my legs and clearer in my head. Where man after man had failed, Christ with one touch healed. Then I felt as if my heart stopped when the Master said “Who touched me?” I knew it was over. An unclean woman touched the cleanest of the clean men. I was dead. Death by stoning. Peter tried to convince him that everyone was pushing on him. How can we find just one? My heart almost settles. But Jesus said, “Someone deliberately touched me, for I felt healing power go out from me.”

No going back now. I deserved whatever consequences I received. I tried to stand but my legs were so shaky I actually collapsed in front of the Savior.

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The blind begger

“Where is he?” angry, deep voices yelled at me. That is when I noticed the shadows, and the smell of sulfur. The blackness pooling at the feet of these men were puddles of darkness. I almost reached out to grab them, but the men didn't seem to notice the shadows twisting around them. I stepped back because I knew almost intrinsically that if I touched the blackness, there would be no end to my fall. They dragged me to the Pharisees, staying clear of more black puddles here, and I was asked the same questions. They even asked my parents for testimony that I had been born blind. Finally, they called me in to speak with the religious folk. They said to me “God should get the Glory for this. Because we know that this Jesus is a sinner.”

A sinner? Like the label they had branded me for life. Sinner? Like someone less than them? Sinner? Like someone God has shunned and must walk this barren wasteland alone? I am not an educated man since my condition set me up for a lifetime of begging regardless, but Jesus a sinner? “I don’t know whether he is a sinner. But I know that I was blind and now I see

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 preview ch 7- the demon posessed man

Crying. Screeching. Howling. Shrieking. Wailing. And I was buried under it all. This is all my fault, and I deserve it. The more pain I endure, the closer to utter madness I come. I welcome the breaking of my mind finally. I am deep in my tomb when I smell them first. A storm is raging, but humans are coming. Something seems odd. Normally, I drag the shipwrecked sailors to my lair and eat them alive, but an odd thumping was coming over the roaring wave. I got into my hunched position. My knuckles were covered in blood always as I mostly drug them. My body was covered in hair except for my head. When there was no one else to inflict pain on, the demons inside would turn on tormenting me. Yanking my hair out by the handfuls. Making me throw myself on the fire until all skin gave away to blood. Their favorite and my least by far was the whispering. It was never quiet in my head. In those moments of pause, the whispering of the evil spirits would begin. You are useless. No one cares for you. Throw yourself off the cliff and save everyone the trouble. You are a murderer. You deserve damnation. Truly I was only present when they were inflicting grievous pain on me or others.

My fur soaked and matted to my body, I watched from the top of the nearest rock. The minute I felt that foot hit the Earth I knew it was over. This was him. Jesus the Christ. Jesus the Savior. Jesus the true King of everything ever created. I began to howl and scream. I grabbed the sharpest rock I could find and began to cut myself. Did he want my blood? I pulled out my hair in clumps. Did he want that? It's His. Despite the rain, the fog, the darkness His eyes met mine. At first something in me started to reach out. Then The ring burned until I screamed. “How many times must I tell you how worthless you are? You are nothing,” a slithering serpent hissed. Either way I knew I was in trouble.

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 When Jesus Shows Up- By Theresa Marie Demi

Taken from ch. 5- The woman at the well

"Desperation always precedes a miracle. Why are these people the ones who are blessed with God’s favor? Because they have found the secret. Because they know their need for God. Those of us who are still pretending we can get through life in our own strength don’t often turn to God and ask for help. If God loves to bless the desperate, reach the broken, and heal those who come to Him with their wounds, then the brokenness that causes us to cry out to Him actually can be considered a blessing. Desperation is a gift from God because it teaches us we can’t do this on our own. “I can make it on my own,” I sigh. We all fool ourselves, wearing a mask of self-reliance and believing a lie of self-subsistence. We’re all badly in need of Jehovah's help, but the truth is that it’s only the desperate who go looking for it. And they are the ones who receive.

Desperation is the gift of not being able to pretend anymore. It’s the hard things that send us running into God’s open arms. I swallowed a drink of water from the well and more importantly swallowed my pride, “Please Sir, give me this water, and I will never be thirsty again, And I won't have to come here to get water.”

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 Sneak peek from my upcoming "Different kind" of Bible Study book!

*I rose with tears in my eyes. I couldn’t speak until I traveled all the way to my home where Joseph of Arimathea waited. The minute I opened the door the questions began to flow. “How did I not get caught? What did he tell you? What did you see? '' I sat down at my table and placed my hands open reaching to the sky. I bowed my head and tears ran through my beard. Concerned and alarmed, Joseph shook my arm. “What has happened?” “Joseph, I saw God tonight. It is Him, the Messiah.” “What if you are wrong, Rabbi?” “What if I am right?” “And we both swore our allegiance to a group that is actively trying to kill him,” Joseph whispered. “Tomorrow we will speak. I have so much to share with you but I want to get it right, and I am too tired to go through it all.” “I understand,” Joseph said. I will be here when you wake up. As I stood up and turned to bed I heard Joseph speak once more. “What if? What if indeed.”

When Jesus shows up, everything changes.

PAY ATTENTION

 

Hello! I would like to preface this with you may think I am crazy, and I get it. I do. I won't be offended if you scroll by, but you may need to listen. 

A friend from school emailed me a question about fear. Being fearful in these unpresidential times. I have prayed and thought over this all day. I went tonight to my church (Cross Cut Church) and we are have studies on the Bible, dreams, prophets, etc. On my way home I began to think about what I would say to my friend. What can I say in a fearful time? Then , as I sometimes do, I prayed out loud and decided I was going to post to you all what I want to say to her. 

First, I wish I could hug you or her. There is nothing wrong with what you are feeling. It is what we do with these feelings that takes us to where we want to be.  

Second, I would ask if you are involved in a church body that is helping you grow and becoming a better YOU! Can you say that you are different today than a year ago (for the good.) When I thought about this it made me think of a treadmill. I used to own one. I would set the machine for how many miles I would run, start it up, and off I ran. But got no where. I never left my livingroom. That is what I am afraid many of us our doing in our places of worship. We run, and we go, amd get no where. Treadmill was not my favorite. I loved coming home from work, lacing up my shoes, and taking off out the door. I would run and run. See the leaves and breath in the fresh air. I GOT somewhere. Please, I am not saying you have to come to my church (although we would love to have you), but you must be in a growing, faith filled community where you are getting somewhere. Where you are changing. 

Fear is natural emotion when you feel your safety being questioned. In this world in the last year, we have gone through quite the ringer. But more is coming. The election and more. BUT God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, of love, of sound mind. That is easy to say when I am not in the grips of terror. I can tell you what I do. When I feel fearful, I say (Yes sometimes outloud) "In the mighty name, authority, and powerful Blood of Jesus my Savior, you are not allowed here!" The enemy is a liar and a deceiver. He plays mind games and can trick your mind and eyes. Yes, I feel fear, but I will not let it control me because I have power in the name of Jesus, authroity as a follower of Christ, and my sound mind will stop spinning worst case senerios and ask what I can do now. 

Something we read tonight really stuck in my mind. We  were reading some prophet's dreams, and one said that there was an explosion and a great chasm appeared. There is no middle ground. For too long, we have gotten away with "being a good person," "going to church onSundays or when it fits in my schedule,"  "being politically correct by letting my faith take a back seat." No more. There will be no middle ground. You will be secure on a strong foundation of Christ because you know Him. NOT know of Him, but know Him in a close, intimate relationship. or you end up on the other. A place of sorrow, death, and destruction.

Does this mean I think that I am going to be a-ok since I do have a reltionship with God, Who knows?? Because I have said it before and i will say it again- planet Earth is not my home. I am an ambassador of heaven passing through. Where I am heading Jesus will wipe away every tear from my eye. There will be no more sickness, sadness, grief. But no matter what happens on Nov. 3rd (election day) I am good because my Father is still on the throne. 

To my friend- to you all- I can't promise smooth sailing. I will prepare the best way I can. I have a plan, but to live or die is to be with the Lord. I will continue to pray and ask my Father for safety for me and my loved ones, I will continue to read His Word and plant my feet on those truths (hey, there is a bible verse for that), I will continue to gather with a faithful group of belivers, and I will be ready to minister in whatever away I am called.

We live in uncertain times but one thing I would bet the sun, moon, and all the stars on- God is still certain. He is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow and I can trust Him.

ps- Always feel free to message me with any questions or concerns and I will do my best to help in any way I can. May God bless you and keep you. 

Prayer messages

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Today at prayer I was praying, and I had "vision" or an idea in my head. We were sort of in a dungeon with a circle and criss cross bars. I was on the other side was Rachel and asked she me for help. I started to feel around circle and there was no way to get in. no lock. Then we started to hear water and Rachel started to scream and I started to scream. There was a huge wave that came, didn't go through the bars, but as the wave reached Rachel I saw a male arm wrap around her waist. It rushed you away. I sat screaming no and then realized that the arm was Jesus. Then at the end of the prayer service I said the word "tight" Liike I was tell God He better hold on to her tight.

William, Rachel, Lucas, Bella, and Nick will make chooses I wouldn't make especially at 40. No matter to me the choices you make. my love is unconditional and can't be lost or earn. I love you becasue you are mine. matter what choices you make I will always love you. You can not learn this love without Christ. I will give my last breath or more if it meant you spend this life fighting for Christ and retiring as a "my good and faithful servent."

When Will wasn't sleeping and good natured parent would say this is the easy part I wantted to poke out thei eyes with sporks. It wa a rough rough time in my existance with 5 children 8 and under. But oh my. They were correct. spot on. It is one thing to have "8 kids" it is a complete different thing to "raise five kids." I have a petty good set.

When Scott and I were trying to have Will I went thought the who I will be like Hannah and decidcate him to you. All my children choose to be baptised, but "church" stuff aside I have to live how my Pastor preaches. hHt to the ego or not. Because my children and their children, and their children will know the light of Christ.    
Guys I am not sure you belive in this dark vs light. Jesus vs world. But something is comng. Brace Yourselfs. Take yoursellf AND YOUR CHILDREN to church. Never do peope say "man wished I woudn't have taken then to church.
Cross Cut Church - Hastings PA- Laura McCombie
Holy, Holy, is the Lord God almighty. 

Prayer Visions

 

I really love the prayer time at church. We come into a darken church with usually praise music playing quietly. We prayer together or sometimes apart. People share what is on their heart. I don't share a lot...if you know me in real life this is certainly true.  So if I share I REALLY feel  I should share. But it has to be  really in all caps.

Weeks ago we were all praying and I shared what was on my heart. I saw darkness surronding and pushing down. In my mind, outside was the same. The darkness wasn't just "dark" It had a prescence. It looked heavy and oily. It rolled, and it was getting closer. Suddenly everything was darkness. I didn't feel scared of this darkness just a deep soul sadness. I prayed for help. The words I got back was "push back the darkness." I knew He meant with prayer. To pray that the darkness must go when the light was present. As I pray, I see a small light form. Not huge but a candle. The darkness had to retreat. Then I began to think about the real world. What is more powerful: light vs darkness. Light of course. I think about when I walk into my dark house and start turning on lights. The darkness doesn't fight back because it know it can not overcome it. Light pushes the dark. Not the other way around. 

As I looked at everyone praying, I could see all of these small lights joining and pushing back the darkness. For whatever reason I felt a need to pray for the youth and our children. Finally I spoke up and shared and peope began to pray with me about pushing back the darkness. 

Another time I was in a worship service and while singing I got this vision of a battlefield. Darkness had taken on forms and was slaying the people around me. I recognized faces. Their last looks of fear. I looked up and saw a sword a little ways away and it was stuck in a pile of rocks. I thought I must get that sword. I got up off my knees and tried to walk forward without looking down. I finally made it up and i had to crawl up the large mouund of stones. They were sharp and cut me. Blood and pain as I carried forward. Finally I reached the stone. This was it. the moment I would grab the sword and defeat the darkness. I wrapped my hands around the sword and pulled. It would not budge I center myself and pulled again. Trying to move it around, put all my weight into it.

Finally I dropped to my knees and just cried. I looked over the darkening battlefiels, the blood covering my hands, and I cried/prayed "I just can't do it." I heard a voice in my head asy "You never had to." From behind me the brightest light I ever could imagine was coming. Squinting my eyes I could see angels on horses, flying forward, and creatures so fast I could even get a glimpse. All of the sudden Jesus was kneeling next to me. I sobbed before Him telling Him I was sorry and I tried. But He simply shook his head and said "Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit,' says the Lord of hosts." Zech. 4:6 He put His hand on the top of my head and ran it down my hair. Father to daughter and their was peace in my heart. He stood, the brightest, the largest, and walked onto the battle field. In my heart again, I heard push back teh darkness. So I prayed. Quoting scriputes of God's soverigty and His goodness. I claimed this battle is the Lord's. I knew there would be victory. 

I shared this with my church family.  Here are some other scripture on God fighting for us. 

“For the LORD your God is the one who goes with you to fight for you against your enemies to give you victory.” Deut. 20:4

“What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?” Rom. 8:31

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.” Josh. 1:9

“Through You we will push back our adversaries; Through Your name we will trample down those who rise up against us.” Ps. 44:5

“And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell.” Matt. 10:28

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” John 10:10

“Do not be afraid of them; the LORD your God himself will fight for you.” Deut. 3:22

“Yet those who wait for the LORD Will gain new strength; They will mount up with wings like eagles, They will run and not get tired, They will walk and not become weary.” Is. 40:31

“One of your men puts to flight a thousand, for the LORD your God is He who fights for you, just as He promised you.” Josh. 23:10

Church- we are to pray like we never have before. Plan times into our day to prayer. Pray against the darkness coming. Pray for our leaders. Pray for our Pastors. Pray for the knowledge to find your place in this battle. Every single light pushes back the darkness. But what if no lights show up. WHat if no one calls on the Lord to fight to save? Lord, bring the light and salvation to millions. Those who cry out will be saved. Amen

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Life is like a marshmallow- repost

August 27, 2012********************REPOST

Sometimes life is a lot like a burnt marshmallow...



There you are just doing your thing...not paying much attention...not looking at the important things and then..

YOU ARE ON FIRE! AHHH..

Oh man.

Burnt marshmallow. Now what? Ya messed that up...

Every once in awhile someone comes to save the day. To tell you there are more marshmallows in the bag. Don't cry over one burnt mallow.

It is even nicer when they offer to help you reach your goal. 

Unless they then try and eat the marshmallow themselves.

Then you may have to re-evaluate the friendship

Nothing like a toasty brown treat.

Or a redo when things don't quite go as planned. Thank God for redos and those who help us see we got 'em.

Spiritual Battle

I knew that I want to write today on prayer. But PRAYER. It is such a vast subject. So so much.  I decided to tell you about some things that happened at prayer meetings.

Disclaimer:: In prayer SOMETIMES I feel God speaking to me or showing me things. This is “weird” for some people or they are “skeptical.” Well then, suck it up buttercup cause my God is about to turn things Real.

 

I believe in spiritual battle. Here is some spiritual battle info brought to you by google.

 

What is spiritual realm mean? The spirit world, according to Spiritualism, is the world or realm inhabited by spirits, both good or evil of various spiritual manifestations. Whereas religion regards an inner life, the spirit world is regarded as an external environment for spirits.

 

What is warfare in the Bible? Spiritual warfare is the Christian concept of fighting against the work of preternatural evil forces. It is based on the biblical belief in evil spirits, or demons, that are said to intervene in human affairs in various ways. ... Prayer is a common form of spiritual warfare among Christians.

 

When I was younger, even after I was saved, I still thought about prayer being me listing a bunch of ideas or wants to God. There was certainly no listening back. I think I might have thrown a couple of prayers of thanks, but that is where it ended.

As I got older I began to learn about spiritual warfare.  What is this? Spiritual warfare is the Christian concept of fighting against the work of preternatural evil forces. It is based on the biblical belief in evil spirits, or demons, that are said to intervene in human affairs in various ways.

Pricilla Shirer says “"Everything that occurs in the visible, physical world is directly connected to the wrestling match being waged in the invisible, spiritual world," "The effects of the war going on in the unseen world reveal themselves in our strained and damaged relationships, emotional instability, mental fatigue, physical exhaustion and many other areas of life. Many of us feel pinned down by anger, unforgiveness, pride, comparisons, insecurity, discord, fear. . . and the list goes on. But the overarching, primary nemesis behind all these outcomes is the Devil himself."

Did you catch that? Our biggest problems are actually spiritually rooted.

Ephesians 6:12 says the same: "For our battle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the world powers of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavens."
 

To that end, Priscilla urges us to pray for more spiritual vision. She says we should ask the Lord to open our eyes to see the enemy's activity and to be more aware of the spiritual resources He has given us to disarm and defeat him. Victory is available to us, but it will only come as we pray for God's help in the battle.

 

When I say this is all about Jesus, I seriously mean ALL about Jesus. When people ask do I believe in ghosts my response is of course not. No where in the Bible does it talk about “hanging around’ after death. NOW- do I believe in spirits. One hundred percent. There are evil spirits in our world and there are holy spirits in our world. If you have ever witnessed a tragedy and could wrap you mind around it- might I suggest demons. Demons are real in biblical times and they are still on their path of destruction today. The thing is they KNOW in the end they loss. The Prince of Darkness knows he is a loser. But he is willing to lie, cheat, whisper, corrupt, put people in the “right places” to separate you from the love of you creator.

 

Good news- Not only demons and the Prince of Evil are real but so are   our heavenly warriors. There are angels battling this darkness everyday for us.

 

BUT let’ get a few things straight. You are on the winning team. Start acting like it. Start praying with authority and quoting scripture from the bible. If He is for us whom shall I fear? Demons sew discord and strife in families. They bring lust and lies. They will whisper certain things in your ear that makes it sound ok and that couldn’t be further from the truth. The demons or shadows being depression, disease, divorce, division They whisper ideas into your head you may not thought of. They are playing for blood. Your blood. There goal is to cause as much anguish as they can to your Father, by taking you.

 

BUT we are on the wining team. The key to wining our battles is number one- realize that your in them. It isn’t your spouse, or kids, or job! It is the influential darkness. Where does that leave you? Fighting on your knees. Quoting scripture back to the Father of lies. Recognize that his lying thieving goal is to bring division. Address it form a spiritual stand point, Take a time out and go pray that God would unbind your eyes and you can see the truth.

 

Things are getting rough in our country and are only getting rougher. Many prophets have called for September to a month of surrender and prayer. Big things Spiritually are coming. We, the followers of Christ, need to stand up for our nation and say no more. This is a nation under God. Cover it in prayer.

 

And since I took so long explaining, tomorrow I want to share what God has been showing me in some spiritual battle! Buckle up baby!

Q

Q......You know my default when it is too late to post. But I didn't want to fail on my 3rd day...even though I have a brand new weighted blanket to crawl into. So I decided to go back and check out some old blog posts. I must admit I didn't fully reread this because I a a baby and this stuff KILLS me. WIlliam is 16 and will begin his junior day. WHat an amazong man he is growing into. He love God and people. He is so musically gifted. He is a good, good kid. Even though he towers over me, he is and will always be my baby. I remember the day I found out we were having him. We had just gotten married on May 17th. On July 8th I decided to take a test nad "wouldn't that make a cool birthday present!" Yeah...well....I started to scream in the bathroom and scott wiped back teh shower curtainscreaming what. I showed him the test and just kept saying "I am pregnant!!" He said "oh. cool." and shut the shower curtain. Apparently he wasn't quite as ready as I. But man, when Will was born, no prouder daddy could be found. He had his lifelong buddy. So a walk down memory lane. Someday that it is too late I may do this. Like today  :)  We all could use some reminders.

Sept 6, 2009

You know the saying...
...about when you have a child it is like your heart walking around outside of your body??Well, it may be old and cliche, but holy smokes on the first day of Kindergarten is it true! Here he is. My baby. 5 years old with a backpack on. New sneakers on and his BUS tag attached to the back??

I thought I was good. I thought I would be excited for him. I got up early and began to get myself ready for work. And I started to cry. At first I tried not to. But then I just sat down and cried. and cried. Then I had to get Will up. I wiped my eyes and went to get him dressed for his first day of school. Scott woke up to.He teased me about taking so many pictures. I combed Will's hair and noticed how bad it needs trimmed. Then we all 3 headed out the door.

Walking down the sidewalk. My heart was throbbing. Don't cry was all I could think. If you cry, he is going to cry. We stood at the bus stop and made Will laugh. He was nervous about getting on. Then he saw a K-friend he had played tee-ball with. He was happy about that.

Then the big yellow bus pulled up. Funny how I never noticed before how huge and intimidating the bus is. We kissed him. Told him we loved him. And he got on the bus. He smiled and waved. We smiled and waved.

The bus drove off and we turned to walk back to the house. And I lost it. Cried and cried. Scott looked at me and said "what the heck is wrong with you?" "My baby just got on a bus!" He.....laughed. "He will be fine." I know that. I know he will have fun and learn and play. But it doesn't make this part any easier. The part where I realize that really he isn't ALL mine. He will grow up. He has his own thoughts and feelings. Each day I am needed a little differently than I was the day before. He gets older and my role is changing. Ever so slightly, but enough for me to take notice. This is the part where entrusting him to God's care is real. I pray and know that God will have his hand even when I cannot. And because I believe that it makes this part a little easier. A little sweeter knowing that His eye is always upon my William. But he will always be my baby....as I will tell him on his high school graduation....in front of all his friends....