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it is in the mindset of the one that either sees it as calm or not in the midst of adversity
[h=3]John 16:33[/h]New King James Version (NKJV)
[SUP]33 [/SUP]These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.”
So we can have good cheer, it is possible, while facing trouble(s) all around us
[h=3]John 16:33[/h]New King James Version (NKJV)
[SUP]33 [/SUP]These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.”
So we can have good cheer, it is possible, while facing trouble(s) all around us
My phone rings. A call for help from a woman I am assigned to. The Lord says, "Help the sheep out of the pit."
I get in my car and go praying and singing all the way there.
I show up and walk into the hotel room. I sense the presence of evil spirits throughout. The power of the Holy Spirit rises up within me. I feel as though I am inside a bubble filled with light. I realize that it is a hedge of protection placed about me. I quietly give thanks to God.
The woman says that she has been seeing things... spirits or something. I ask her, "Are you being tormented?"
"Yes." she says.
I walk across the room and speak in the tongue of angels quietly (so she could not hear me) assembling the angels to send the spirits out of the room. I give them the word to go and do so.
Suddenly the woman jumps up from where she was sitting and runs out of the room. I am perplexed but then chuckle softly after realizing what just happened.
I remain standing in the same place... holding my position... waiting. She returns to the room talking constantly. I say to her, "Peace be with you."
She comes up to me and stands in front of me questioning me and finally asking why I have exposed her lies in the past.
The Spirit of the Lord rises up within me and lashes out from my tongue with great power and authority in a voice that sounds like thunder saying, "BECAUSE... OPEN REBUKE IS BETTER THAN SECRET LOVE."
She steps back a few paces blinking as if someone just exposed her eyes to a very bright light.
Peace comes upon her as she scrambles for a pen and paper. "Say it again. Say it again. I want to write it down."
I repeat it and she writes it down. She stares at it on the paper. She looks up at me with tear-filled eyes and says, "I don't know what it means... but I know it is my answer. I will keep this so that when I doubt and want to remember why, I will have it."
I continue to stand remaining silent.
<time passes>
Her countenance changes. She begins to spit while she speaks. This continues to increase as I remain at peace.
Then... I see it. She turns her head towards me and I see the demon in her eyes. I recognize it as being the leader as it continues to take hold of her tongue speaking blasphemies, lies, and all manners of filth.
I ask, "Now Lord?"
"No. The time is not yet. I sent you to hold peace until the time has come."
I look at it directly knowing that it knows what is coming. It quickly diverts its eyes from me and releases her.
The time comes for me to leave... for now.
I get in my car and go praying and singing all the way there.
I show up and walk into the hotel room. I sense the presence of evil spirits throughout. The power of the Holy Spirit rises up within me. I feel as though I am inside a bubble filled with light. I realize that it is a hedge of protection placed about me. I quietly give thanks to God.
The woman says that she has been seeing things... spirits or something. I ask her, "Are you being tormented?"
"Yes." she says.
I walk across the room and speak in the tongue of angels quietly (so she could not hear me) assembling the angels to send the spirits out of the room. I give them the word to go and do so.
Suddenly the woman jumps up from where she was sitting and runs out of the room. I am perplexed but then chuckle softly after realizing what just happened.
I remain standing in the same place... holding my position... waiting. She returns to the room talking constantly. I say to her, "Peace be with you."
She comes up to me and stands in front of me questioning me and finally asking why I have exposed her lies in the past.
The Spirit of the Lord rises up within me and lashes out from my tongue with great power and authority in a voice that sounds like thunder saying, "BECAUSE... OPEN REBUKE IS BETTER THAN SECRET LOVE."
She steps back a few paces blinking as if someone just exposed her eyes to a very bright light.
Peace comes upon her as she scrambles for a pen and paper. "Say it again. Say it again. I want to write it down."
I repeat it and she writes it down. She stares at it on the paper. She looks up at me with tear-filled eyes and says, "I don't know what it means... but I know it is my answer. I will keep this so that when I doubt and want to remember why, I will have it."
I continue to stand remaining silent.
<time passes>
Her countenance changes. She begins to spit while she speaks. This continues to increase as I remain at peace.
Then... I see it. She turns her head towards me and I see the demon in her eyes. I recognize it as being the leader as it continues to take hold of her tongue speaking blasphemies, lies, and all manners of filth.
I ask, "Now Lord?"
"No. The time is not yet. I sent you to hold peace until the time has come."
I look at it directly knowing that it knows what is coming. It quickly diverts its eyes from me and releases her.
The time comes for me to leave... for now.
Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! therefore we stand in God's righteousness and God's only. none of our own ever for when we do, we get directly attacked and can't stand with any self righteousness, which is what the devil, evil wants and takes advantage of
Stand Brother, being a participator in the righteousness of God and firmly stand with the full armor of God.
I know what you are talking about been there, and just stood, not in my own, in God's having never any of my own
Stand Brother, being a participator in the righteousness of God and firmly stand with the full armor of God.
I know what you are talking about been there, and just stood, not in my own, in God's having never any of my own
M
My husband's great-grandpa, the one who built the house we live in, was a rock collector. There is an enormous pile of rocks behind our garage. Some of them are flat, and I've been using them to make paths around our yard (some of the paths were already in place, just sunken and buried due to years of neglect). Some of them, some of the coolest ones, are far to big for me to move, but I've been rolling some of them out and across the yard to display them.
There used to be a rock garden, but it was torn out and piled with all the other rocks. I wish like anything that hadn't been done. Rocks are a lot easier to care for than a lawn.
We don't have money to spend on our yard. Some people- our neighbors all around us, particularly- can afford to have people come in and dig, plant, weed, water, whatever. They buy flowers that are already blooming, trees, gravel and stones for patios...
And I wish we could do those things, sometimes, because that would be a quick, fairly easy way to fix the yard up.
Instead, I wait til my kids are sleeping, throw an ugly ball cap on, grab a pair of gloves, and get to work. Really, this yard is full of one-of-a-kind treasures, I just have to put some muscle (er...muscles I didn't have, until we moved here) into getting them out and cleaning them up.
I don't even know why I care what the yard looks like. I could just water it and call it good. But I guess I like the feeling of restoring these things, I like feeling connected to the past that way, and I like doing the work and knowing that I'm improving things, even if it's a super slow process.
A few weeks ago, I came across a buried, hand-made paving stone, in which several polished red rocks are set sort of like jewels. It had been set by the fence, and I was just pulling some of the weeds there and saw a bit of the red through the dirt. I tried to pick it up but found it was part of this bigger thing, so out came the shovel. After I got it out, I sprayed the dirt off with the hose, and set it up against a tree in one of the flower beds.
There are things like that hidden all over the place here.
It's like an on-going mystery, and I want to solve it.
There used to be a rock garden, but it was torn out and piled with all the other rocks. I wish like anything that hadn't been done. Rocks are a lot easier to care for than a lawn.
We don't have money to spend on our yard. Some people- our neighbors all around us, particularly- can afford to have people come in and dig, plant, weed, water, whatever. They buy flowers that are already blooming, trees, gravel and stones for patios...
And I wish we could do those things, sometimes, because that would be a quick, fairly easy way to fix the yard up.
Instead, I wait til my kids are sleeping, throw an ugly ball cap on, grab a pair of gloves, and get to work. Really, this yard is full of one-of-a-kind treasures, I just have to put some muscle (er...muscles I didn't have, until we moved here) into getting them out and cleaning them up.
I don't even know why I care what the yard looks like. I could just water it and call it good. But I guess I like the feeling of restoring these things, I like feeling connected to the past that way, and I like doing the work and knowing that I'm improving things, even if it's a super slow process.
A few weeks ago, I came across a buried, hand-made paving stone, in which several polished red rocks are set sort of like jewels. It had been set by the fence, and I was just pulling some of the weeds there and saw a bit of the red through the dirt. I tried to pick it up but found it was part of this bigger thing, so out came the shovel. After I got it out, I sprayed the dirt off with the hose, and set it up against a tree in one of the flower beds.
There are things like that hidden all over the place here.
It's like an on-going mystery, and I want to solve it.
O
MissCris - you made me think of my kidhood. The county prison folks would dump rocks out behind our house and we would find fossils of strange bug like things in the rock face. One of the "chain gang" prisoner guys was a man us kids called scar face. I met up with him by chance (he was sleeping in the woods and I scared him to death) and found that the deep scars we imagined from knife fights were only wrinkles cut from the sun. One look at his triangle eyes and the cross and coins hanging around his neck made me know that he might very well steal from me but wasn't a kid killer and I liked him right off. I gave him cigarettes (I know I know) and never told nobody about finding him where he shouldn't have been while he told me stories I'll never forget.
The county quit dumping rocks after a summer and scar face left out and I never saw him again. When I was out scouting the rocks, I went to my "fort" I had built sometime before and there at the entrance on a rock was a coin looking thing. I knew it had to come from scar face - he was practically the only adult that knew about my place and I picked up the knickle size piece. It wasn't five cents at all. It was a St. Christopher medallion. I thought it had great power.
Thanks for letting me reminisce for a minute!
The county quit dumping rocks after a summer and scar face left out and I never saw him again. When I was out scouting the rocks, I went to my "fort" I had built sometime before and there at the entrance on a rock was a coin looking thing. I knew it had to come from scar face - he was practically the only adult that knew about my place and I picked up the knickle size piece. It wasn't five cents at all. It was a St. Christopher medallion. I thought it had great power.
Thanks for letting me reminisce for a minute!
W
Hmmm.
When I was a kid we would make trolldeig (salt dough ), you could knead and shape it like ordinary dough, but it had plenty of salt in it and went hard when baked in the oven. Give that a try
[h=2]Basic Salt Dough Recipe[/h] Ingredients:
1 cup of fine salt
1 cup of flour
1/2 cup of water (may add more) Instructions:
In a large bowl, combine the salt and the flour
Make a well in the salt/flour mixture and add the water
Knead until smooth and shape into a ball
When not in use, wrap in plastic or store in an airtight container
HINT: To get a softer dough you can add more flour. Adding more salt will lend a more granulous affect. Use wallpaper glue and the dough with be more cohesive. To add color to your dough, use different types of flour or add food coloring or paint. Knead to get an even color. You may also paint your ornaments and sculptures after they dry.
When I was a kid we would make trolldeig (salt dough ), you could knead and shape it like ordinary dough, but it had plenty of salt in it and went hard when baked in the oven. Give that a try
[h=2]Basic Salt Dough Recipe[/h] Ingredients:
1 cup of fine salt
1 cup of flour
1/2 cup of water (may add more) Instructions:
In a large bowl, combine the salt and the flour
Make a well in the salt/flour mixture and add the water
Knead until smooth and shape into a ball
When not in use, wrap in plastic or store in an airtight container
HINT: To get a softer dough you can add more flour. Adding more salt will lend a more granulous affect. Use wallpaper glue and the dough with be more cohesive. To add color to your dough, use different types of flour or add food coloring or paint. Knead to get an even color. You may also paint your ornaments and sculptures after they dry.
G
God is good, I pray, always, His will is done; I'm praying for His hand on my mom, that she can see Him at work in her life. She seems more open to Him now, that is good, she's got cancer for the 5th time now, in last 25 years, praise God, He's got her through it so much, He is Lord. This time is the only time I've heard she has a 25% chance to live, they'll try chemo for two months and if that doesn't work then nothing will. I appreciate your prayers, and, hope you do know, I pray for you ALL all the time on here The Lord leads
The Lord leads 
I was in Chicago all day on Saturday. It was a beautiful day and I had a great time (and we walked about 12 miles) but I was stupid and didn't put on sunscreen. My arms, forehead, nose, and part of my neck are sunburned. You don't know how much you move your forehead until it hurts to do so.
But, it made me think that I want Jesus to be like that in my life. I want people to be able to see it, to feel it (my skin is a radiator right now, a friend whose hands were cold last night used my arms to warm them up), for me to tell them how it happened and what it's done. I don't know, just a weird connection I made.
But, it made me think that I want Jesus to be like that in my life. I want people to be able to see it, to feel it (my skin is a radiator right now, a friend whose hands were cold last night used my arms to warm them up), for me to tell them how it happened and what it's done. I don't know, just a weird connection I made.
As of today, I'm officially a senior. Last year of high school for me. I'll be graduating at 17 and a half...so crazy. So very crazy. but I'm so grateful I'm not repeating this year like I was worried about (school messed up my school stuff. But it's all good now. I got credit for everything. ). In fact, I only need 3 more credits to graduate!!
). In fact, I only need 3 more credits to graduate!!
M
God is good, I pray, always, His will is done; I'm praying for His hand on my mom, that she can see Him at work in her life. She seems more open to Him now, that is good, she's got cancer for the 5th time now, in last 25 years, praise God, He's got her through it so much, He is Lord. This time is the only time I've heard she has a 25% chance to live, they'll try chemo for two months and if that doesn't work then nothing will. I appreciate your prayers, and, hope you do know, I pray for you ALL all the time on here The Lord leads
The Lord leads