SURRENDER THAT...

Been going through so much since my last post. Why is it you see where you are supposed to go but it is so hard to get there. The obstacles have been very heavy. Laying them down daily, but as I to surrender the deep wounds in my heart it just does not stop. I am in agreement. Take these things Lord but as they begin to surface it is very very hard, a festering mess of healing. This is what healing looks like. Well my usual response is, no way. I thought I wanted to go there but maybe next week. Very similar to other good things I want to do for myself. I want to let go of caffine, sugar and alcohol for 30 days but as soon as I get started the fear of letting go of the crutch sinks in. How will I get by without my daily cup of joe or that glass of wine in the evening and the countless moments I have with sugar and salt during the day. So today I surrender all of that and pray that you cleanse me Lord and I am ready for anything.

MERCYME -:- CLICK HERE Incredible weekend spent with sisters in the spirit. I can feel his presence here with me now. This song echos moments with my MASTER KING OF KINGS sweet JESUS JEHOVAH RAPHA I love YOU I love SURRENDERING TO YOU LOVE. Reaching out to all of the ladies. Remember to get back into His presence, the Holy of Holies. We want to see your face and the courtyard is no longer an option. I struggled a bit yesterday and today walking in defensiveness, so I am letting go of my expectations of others and receiving more and more of the LOVE of Christ in. So throw off the enemy and send it to the pit and stand with me on the eternal promises of God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit.

The Promise: "I'll live in them, move into them, I'll be their God and they'll be my people. So leave the corruption and compromise; leave it for good," says God. "Don't link up with those who will pollute you. I want you all for myself. I'll be a Father to you; you'll be sons and daughters to me." The Word of the Master, God." The Call: " Well, now is the right time to listen, the day to be helped. Don't put it off; don't frustrate God's work by showing up late, throwing a question mark over everything we're doing. Our work as God's servants gets validated—or not—in the details. People are watching us as we stay at our post, alertly, unswervingly . . . in hard times, tough times, bad times; when we're beaten up, jailed, and mobbed; working hard, working late, working without eating; with pure heart, clear head, steady hand; in gentleness, holiness, and honest love; when we're telling the truth, and wh...

2 Timothy 1:7 How often to words manifest. I am striving to have the my thoughts held captive, in His possession, with Christ, but it is so hard to do. When the challenge of personal attack (correction) comes up with me my fear rises up. My old way was to suppress. If someone told me I was wrong, it must be the TRUTH. I searched for my mistake and then even created a scenario that matched my critics description. I am wrong. The very small part of me that thought there are two sides to every confrontation was pushed aside and I accepted blame and began looked for my opportunity for restitution. How could I: restore, put back, reinstate, replace, reseat, rehabilitate, reestablish, reestate, reinstall, reconstruct, rebuild, reorganize, reconstitute; reconvert; renew, renovate; regenerate; rejuvenate. redeem, reclaim, recover, retrieve; rescue... There must be a way I could: redress, recure; cure, heal, remedy, medicate; break out of; bring round, resuscitate, revive, reanimate, revivify,...

Psalm 51:7 "Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow" Psalm 51:7 (The Message) Soak me in your laundry and I'll come out clean, scrub me and I'll have a snow-white life. Tune me in to foot-tapping songs, set these once-broken bones to dancing. Don't look too close for blemishes, give me a clean bill of health. God, make a fresh start in me, shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life. Don't throw me out with the trash, or fail to breathe holiness in me. Bring me back from gray exile, put a fresh wind in my sails! Give me a job teaching rebels your ways so the lost can find their way home. Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God, and I'll sing anthems to your life-giving ways. Unbutton my lips, dear God; I'll let loose with your praise.