Declare war against Satan

Hey, here's a really crazy idea, don't forget to add a little fightin' words into our prayers!

SASB 703
TO WAR! TO WAR! who'll the war cry obey?
'Tis the great God who calls you to fight while it is day;
Though the battle be fierce, and though mighty the foe,
The Salvation Army to victory must go.

Fighting on, fighting on;
With the Blood and Fire
We will never tire.
We'll fight until the Master calls.


Jesus, I want to obey and I want to fight. Equip me and use me to fight fierce in a fierce battle. Equip me with a fierce Love, a fierce peace, and fierce wisdom the Enemy can't stand against. In the name of Jesus, Son of the Most High God, I'm coming after you, Satan. To demolish the strongholds you have in this world. It's war. And I'll fight, I'll fight till the very end. And I won't get tired of defeating you!
Amen

The Love of the Father

God loves us a whole heck of a lot more than we love Him. Whenever we fall short, His hand is stayed because He loves, and eagerly awaits our return. More than anything, He wants His great incomprehensible, true, and right Love to be received, and deserves to be worshiped. I've been trying to press in close to Jesus during this week. I'm sucking at it, but I'm going to continue to try to stay steadfast and I'm still determined to re-read a bit of good ol' Samuel Logan Brengle's Helps to Holiness.

I've been "Home" for what seems like a week now but it has only been 3 days. It feels like home a whole lot less now. Because mainly what made it "Home" was that Eve was here. With much prayer and careful consideration, I'm no longer engaged to her. I've only stayed in St. Petersburg this long for her. So, for the past number of weeks Satan keeps telling me I'm lost. Thankfully, I know he sucks and I know that the LORD will continue to guide me.

Praise His mighty name! For the Lamb seated on the throne is worthy! Through exile, captivity, wandering, or flying straight, let it be His plans for my future. Amen.

I want answers!!

For quite some time God has really been showing me that He is faithful in answering prayers and in speaking to me and just all-around faithfulness. Lately though, it has seemed like there is no answer at all. I ask, and then receive an image of Jesus with His hands over his mouth, and a smile behind his hands, his eyebrows going up as he shrugs his shoulders! And I’m like, “WHAT!?! What kind of an answer is that!?” I ask for Him to speak to me clearly, waiting for the understanding, direction, and peace that will flood in when He answers!

An answer has come after all. He has been faithful, now I realize; the expression was the answer. This is something that I have learned but forgotten; simply, that understanding and insight comes (and not always so quickly) after revelation. So, now it’s time to pray into His answer, and ask “So what do you mean?” And I can fully trust He’ll be faithful to answer!

Jesus is right

Sooo... this isn't such a great revelation or anything, but Jesus is right, always has been, always will be. So often lately little things pop into my head, like where RoRo wants to sit, who it is when the phone rings, or like when my friend Denise is online and I really have nothing to say to her but as soon as i just type her name and hit send, Jesus starts giving me some encouraging words for her. I think it's definetly a good thing to listen and obey with very small things. After the small thing has been accomplished, what ends up happening is another small thing, or bit of instruction comes. We see clear evidence of this in Philip in Acts 8: 26

I've heard a few say that God loves some people a little more than others, but I'm pretty sure it's just that He can trust some people with more when well, ok, just read Matthew 25: 14-30. And you don't even have to leave your chair just go to www.biblegateway.com and type in Mathew 25: 14-30 when you get there.

Craig's Helps to Holiness

Ahhhh! Relaxation in the Birmingham airport! I love airports. Everything just becomes the background and turns to white noise so easily for me at airports. Traveling is so second nature to me, that sitting in an airport, is like a second living-room. A really BIG living-room. With lots of stangers in my living-room. But good strangers. As if everyone's just there for whenever I want to talk to them and say whatever the heck I want. It's great!

The LORD really speaks to me while I'm just sitting there, and fills my mind up with CRAZY stuff. Like this:

Is being holy the same as being blameless? This may be so. Just perhaps hard to accept. For someone to say with all humbleness&honesty, with a contrite heart, "I just wants to do what's right" & they're doing it. Does thet make one holy? Is this like entering into holiness or something? I don't think we become holy little by little, or get closer & closer to becoming holy. We receive the "Gift" as some may say, of holiness when we receive Christ! & When we receive the Holy Spirit! How else would the Holy Spirit be in us. God cannot, will not, dwell in anything UNholy. In order to continue in doing right, being sensitive and obedient the Spirit and being likeminded with Him and being able to overcome, we must continue to be filled with the Holy Spirit. Stay soaked. Don't get out from underneath of the waterfall. OR "...like a tree planted by streams of water..." (Psalm numero uno).

A while back my dear brother, asked out-of-the-blue just, "Are you Holy? Have you received the gift of Holiness?" And I was all like "Dude . . . yeah!" And he was like "Praise the LORD! That's awesome!"

Just some thought jotted down before the flight. And just for fun, I'll add that the LORD led me to share this with an elderly couple that let me have the window seat next to them on the plane! They were Lutherans.

Thanks for readin'

This is an entry in my "Journal" from Saturday.

Enjoy!

Maybe the 20th or the 21st. The thunderstorm brewing says “It doesn’t matter” One of my favorite thoughts is simply; “It doesn't matter; the wind blows and the rain falls”.

Sticking my head out of my window to watch the wind blow and the storm come in, a man wearing an old torn shirt walked by. In my world right now, I can't stress to you enough how common this is, but it was a fairly significant rip down the back of his shirt. Along with the realization of his soon to be soaked shirt, I thought “I could give him one of mine, AND put it in a plastic bag so he could keep it dry!” I was pretty excited, and I very nearly jumped out to the window to do it. Only hindsite shows me that the LORD kept me from immediate obedience. A few moments passed and I noticed him coming towards the shelter. I hopped down from the window & into my flip-flops and went to the front. Indeed, he had come in, and to get a shower! His name is John and NOW, I was able to bless him with extra socks, 2 shirts & soap in it’s own holder!

I love the winds in the trees and the peals of thunder before the storm overhead!