A day in the life. . . .

red wasp

Yesterday I had finally gotten the chance to get back out and do some much needed weeding in my back yard. After about an hour, Paul was able to come out and help too. We really made a lot of progress and the garden was beginning to re-emerge again. It was in such bad shape! I believe that every weed seed that landed on the ground took root.

We’d already been out there a couple of hours or more taking back the land, so to speak when I decided I had done enough. I got up to go inside to use the restroom before picking up all the tools and piles of weeds.

While in the restroom, I saw something moving on my shoulder out the corner of my eye. I reached around and grabbed whatever it was and felt a sting. When I saw that I had a red wasp in my hand and it had already stung me, I threw it on the floor and stomped it! (It had gotten caught in my hair and I’ll admit it kind of freaked me out a bit!) I then flushed that still wiggling wasp down the toilet, where it belonged! TMI, yeah.

As soon as I took my focus off the wasp, I immediately began experiencing pain. I had gotten stung at the top of my arm but then the pain started shooting across my shoulder blade and down my arm, spreading out from the wound site. I can’t tell you how mad that made me! I began rebuking the pain and telling the venom that it had no right to move through my body like that. It had to stop right now in Jesus name. I wasn’t going to stand for it!

I looked in the mirror at the sting sight and it was already swelling up a great deal. I laid my hand over it and prayed again; rebuking pain and swelling.

After that, I went outside and told Paul about the wasp and what had happened. When we looked at the sting site again, the swelling had stopped increasing and was actually in a reversal. Paul prayed something about the histamines and the pain lessened even more. That was good enough for me. I considered it a done deal.

We cleaned up all our gardening mess, put away our tools and went back inside.

When I got in the shower a few minutes later, there was a little pain but the area around the site was still red, but the swelling was completely gone. By the time I got out, even the redness was gone and there was no pain whatsoever. The only sign that the sting had been there was the little red dot where the puncture happened.

I’ve never had a wasp sting dissolve and go away like that before. It has always taken at least a day if not two to heal.

One thing I can tell you; Prayer works! I know I was divinely healed and when we stand in our authority and pray and declare from that place, miracles happen…..THIS miracle happened!

Today I’m pain free and can hardly find where I got stung. Remember, this is normal, everyday life folks. This is the inheritance we get to walk in today. Invite God into your life and expect Him to show up, because He will.

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Miracles happen all the time and today, I experienced one.

Potted flowers

I was carrying out some plants to the front porch to their summer home earlier today and then decided to take them to the bottom of the steps since it was raining and a good soaking would do them good. I had carried three down the steps and was carrying the forth one when my left foot slipped on the slippery step and slid down four of them. Sadly, my right foot stayed behind me and when I fell, it was to slide down 4 concrete steps with my right leg bent behind me and my shin taking the brunt of the impact. (I’m so thankful I had put jeans on instead of the shorts I started to. It would have really been a bloody mess.)

It happened so fast; one minute I was carrying the potted plant and the next it was shattered on the steps and me, I was sprawled halfway down, stuck even. It took a moment for me to get my leg untwisted so I could get up and access the damage.  The flower pot didn’t make it sadly but I had no broken bones at least. What I did have was a nasty abrasion on my shin and shooting pain down my leg that began at the hip socket on the outside of my right thigh.  Ouch! Poor Paul, he was not feeling well himself so was resting in the room just above the steps. He was awakened by the crashing sound of the flower pot and had no clue what it was. When he looked out the window, it was to see me trying to pull myself back up from my sprawl.

I came in the house to changed clothes so I could assess the damage.  I saw that my shin was totally purple where the abrasion was and my joints:  knee, hip, and ankle were shooting pain. I had a nine inch abrasion on my shin, a small one by my knee and a bruise on my big toe and foot. (so much for the flip flops). After taking inventory, I had the thought I wouldn’t be able to work later this week because I was expecting my leg to just get more stiff and sore as time passed since it hurt so much and looked terrible.

Paul prayed, and apparently so did many others and to be honest, I just wanted to go lie down! I was in the middle of baking cookies and when that last batch came out, I limped into my office to get my bottle of water and my tablet so I could then go rest. As I was walking to my office I felt a shift in the spirit, then in my leg. The joint and muscle pain ceased by at least 50 percent and much of the purple bruising had disappeared. That was so cool. But I was still determined to go and rest a while: I took an ibuprofen and went to lie down for about 30 minutes.

When I got up, the abrasion was diminished even more! The pain in my hip and leg was completely gone and I wasn’t walking with a limp. The pain had been so severe than I couldn’t walk without a limping.  Now there wasn’t any swelling, tingling or shooting pain whatsoever!

I have since gone out and ran some errands and still all is well. If anything, the abrasion is getting even better. It’s amazing!

Paul told Jesus, Thank you! And Jesus told him, “It’s what I do.”

And I say: Thank you Jesus!

And thank you everyone else for praying. He’s a miracle working God! I am healed when I thought I was going to be stiff and sore for days! He is so good.

The first picture is kind of dark. I couldn’t lift my leg very well so I had to make do with the lighting.  Notice all the bruising  and purple areas.

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The second picture is lighter in exposure but you can see the huge difference……20150414_154852

Honoring Mothers

Mother's day post

Mother’s Day is on May 10th this year and that makes it less than a month away. I have to find a victim, quick! No, really. Let me explain…….

My mother passed away 6 years ago and because she has gone on, it doesn’t exempt me from honoring mothers all around me. There are single mothers who need encouraging, spiritual mothers who need honoring, sisters who have forgotten how awesome they truly are or maybe you’re a mother to orphans who simply needs someone to listen to what has happened in your day. The need is greater than we know.

I’ve heard it said that Mother’s Day is only a ‘Hallmark’ holiday and it doesn’t really matter that much but this couldn’t be further from the truth! It matters a lot. No, it doesn’t matter how the world celebrates or even doesn’t celebrate; WE are of a different kingdom and we know how important mother’s are, right?!

Mothers are the very first teachers we have and they impart so much with their time, their love and their wisdom. Mothers are our first confidants and the first ones we run too when we are little. Remember those mashed up flowers we grabbed with our tiny little hands just so we could present them to our mommy’s? Remember how she kissed our owie’s away and everything was all better?

And when we are older and our relationships with our mothers were more than a little strained because WE knew absolutely everything and she was only trying to keep us from all that WE knew we could do. Right…..even those days she was there; washing our sheets, making us meals and even praying for our safety and for wisdom to ‘please dear God’ land on us! I know I wasn’t the easiest daughter to raise; maybe not the worst but in hind sight, I could have honored her more.

But this is not about regrets! NOPE. This is about loving and honoring the women who have raised us and mentored us. It’s also about those we came to depend on in our time of need. Let’s not let an opportunity pass to honor these great women. And you do realize,  whether a woman believes in Jesus like we do or not has nothing to do with it at the end of the day. Jesus knows her and He loves her well. We should also.

So, my challenge to you is this…….

Find someone to honor and celebrate extravagantly this year. Take them to dinner, send them something in the mail, go clean their house or buy them flowers. And most importantly, tell them how much they’ve meant to you, how they’ve spoken into your life. How awesome they are!

And then, come back and share the testimony of how blessed they were by your kindness!

This is a picture of my mom when I was 8.

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A Day in the Life

Woman in a Carboard Box

I have a question: Am I radical? meaning, do I live too far out of the box and would you be more comfortable if I were inside that box?

I was talking with someone yesterday about the weather and our authority over it. You see, we had planned a Christmas luncheon for the Healing Center I work in and by the reports of the weather men; we weren’t going to be able to have it. Those that were coming lived in different parts of the state and had many miles to travel to get here and with all the freezing rain and ice that they were predicting that would be impossible to do. (Not to mention, this is the south and we don’t drive on ice, we just don’t do it).

A few days before the event, we began making declarations to the weather systems, the powers and prince of the air and putting them on notice that we would in fact have our meeting and the weather would not manifest as the weathermen kept predicting. We would not dodge the bullet but instead, we were removing the bullet!  We then sent an email out to everyone asking for agreement with our declarations.

On Saturday, that’s exactly what happened; every person who was to come to this event came and there were NO problems with the roads. They were perfectly dry, and of course, we were not surprised.

So back to my conversation yesterday: This person was commenting about the email we sent out about coming into agreement over the weather. They personally wanted it to snow and become icy but they felt a conviction from God to ‘get over it’ and agree with us, which they did. Also, they wondered about us praying like that in the first place. I corrected her and said we weren’t “praying” at all or asking God for anything, but instead we were declaring and commanding as God had given us authority to do. We can’t keep asking God to do for us what He’s expecting us to do.

While she agreed with this on some level (her words), she thought it was a radical belief. As in who does this??  Don’t we just pray and ask God for protection and to keep us safe and that’s it?

I answered, ME, I do this and I’ve seen too much happen to stop declaring now! And no, we don’t just pray for God to do everything for us. We take dominion and declare the enemy’s hand is removed.

I had this conversation about 5 years ago but the question still remains; am I radical, do I live too far out of the box, or are there better questions?

Are you living in a box?

Are you experiencing the kingdom?

Are you walking out the things you talk about?

Me – I’m living on the edge, as far as I can go, today. Tomorrow, the edge will extend out even further.

To answer the original question, no, I’m not radical; this is normal everyday life for believers and especially me. This is what normal is in the Kingdom, but not normal by the worlds standards. I won’t live in that box! If that scares you, stick around because you ain’t seen nothing yet!

On Good Friday, we were yet again declaring storms to cease. Another day in the life. . . .. .

Become Love and Plug In

Plug in

Sometimes we’re looking for something we can gain from people when it’s only something we can gain from God. We often go from place to place looking for love when we are made to become love and plug in, and then give what God created us to be back to the Body.

We’re not supposed to go from church to church or even group to group (in social media) to find out if they love us. If we do, what we’re doing is traveling from place to place, finding fault, finding what’s wrong here, and finding what’s wrong there. If we have a problem with this person, that person or even those people – the problem is us!  (Paraphrase ~ Todd White)

To make this personal, if I have a problem with 10 to 20 people, it’s not them….it’s me.

Instead of looking FOR love, I need to BECOME love and plug that love back into the Body of Christ and pour it all over everyone else I encounter too. I need to invest love.

And if, like many of us here, we find our church in a social media setting, this going from church to church issue still applies; it simply manifests differently. It’s easier than a physical church really, we simply unfriend or block the difficult person and before you know it, we have only easy to love people all around us. And it seemingly costs us nothing.

Truth be told, these things cost us more than we realize. Opportunities pass and they do not return.

Sticking around and doing life with a group of people is one of the most fulfilling and satisfying things there is. Here are people to love us when we are feeling low and people to pray for us when we are in need and even people to simply to hang out with that we feel comfortable with.  But then, sometimes there are others in this group that are wounded and hurt and it shows up in their actions and reactions to other people in the group.  Right here is where the rubber hits the road really. Do we stick around and increase relationships with everyone, even those who offend us or do we take our love and leave?

If we want a community, a real community where they’re people we want to be around and do life with, we will have to be willing to pay a price. Most of the time, that price is us. At some point, it will cost us everything. I’m not saying it’s not worth it, NO, what I’m saying is it’s worth everything we are or ever will be. It’s worth dying for.

If we are guilty of this and I have been if I’m honest with myself, (especially in the early years) we will confess that the problem is us and work toward changing that.

I sometimes think we assume that if we are in God’s will and are walking with the people He wants us to then everything will be easy and smooth, but that can’t be further from the truth. Jesus never said that. What He did say was that My yoke (burden) was light and that means bearable, not easy. Just like I need mercy and grace extended toward me, sometimes daily, those I am in community with also need it. What we’ve been given needs to be poured out, not held back.

I’ve been pondering on these things lately and I’ve decided that I cannot afford to only have relationship with those who are exactly like me, who think like me, who believe like me or who talks like me. Where is the grace in that? LOVE develops in hardship. Love is what we become as we do life together with people who are gathered in unity and yet, are as different from one another as night is from day. Love is developed when we stand with each other, despite not necessarily agreeing with everything they do or think.  Love is developed when we remain with people who aren’t always easy to love, but we love them anyway, right in the middle of their mess.

In the upper room while waiting for Holy Spirit to come, the disciples and the others were in unity. The scriptures don’t say anything about them being in total agreement with one another. No, it says they were in unity. Unity and agreement are not the same. The disciples were all different and often disagreed about how to approach ministry and many other things. And yet they were one when Holy Spirit descended upon them.

Are we any different? No, we are not.

God has what we need. We find it by sticking around and not leaving when things get tough. We find it by bearing all things with one another because He lives in us and that Fruit is there because we need it. Let’s give love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control a chance to flourish in our lives.

Become love and plug in. Stick around and see what will happen! Amazing things are on the horizon.

Conversations with God

You know, God used to be so sneaky, but lately He’s gotten downright bold. It used to be that He and I would have conversations, sometimes just chatting, sometimes really pressing into some meaty stuff. After our conversations I would pretty much go on with my day, sometimes contemplating on what He said and sometimes not. (Busyness can rob you of much revelation sometimes). Days would go by and I wouldn’t have given much thought to something specific He said. It was like I had placed it on a shelf to be considered later or something. Then suddenly I would see something or hear something that would be so exactly what our conversation was about that I would be stunned. I would be reminded of the conversation He and I shared. He has been stunning me for several years now. He confirms and backs up everything He says, even if I’m not looking for it.

Lately though, He’s escalated things in that our conversations get confirmed and highlighted within hours of the initial words. Over and over again He brings these things back up through ‘seemingly’ random teachings, through music or even overheard conversations that weren’t even for me or about Him.

He and I have been talking about dreams and vision lately and everywhere I turn, someone is speaking the same thing. Even if I play “Russian Roulette” on my IPod, where I will take literally years worth of teachings and do a random shuffle, saying, ‘You choose God,’ and the choice is always on the same subject or revelation of our current conversation.

I love His boldness. I love how He encourages me.

Keep speaking Lord, Your daughter hears.

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