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Take your weakness,
And make it glory,
Glory, I say, in infirmity,
For weakness breeds
Strength.

Take the sorrow,
And make it worthwhile,
Make it, I say, worth your tears,
For sorrow breeds
Experience.

Take all obstacles,
And make it pathetic,
Pathetic, I say, in your eyes,
For obstacles breed
Confidence.

Take every wound,
And make it your testimony,
Testify, I say, of your pain,
For wounds breed
Sympathy.

Take your weakness,
And make it strength.
Take your sorrow,
And build experience.
Take your obstacles,
And learn confidence.
Take your wounds,
And extend sympathy.

Take life,
And GROW.

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Can God pay my mortgage when the bank is empty, the wallet is pouting, and the kids are hungry?

Impossible.

Can God heal my body when my back is malfunctioning, my stomach is rolling, and my head is breaking?

Impossible.

Can God sustain my car when gas is on empty, the oil is dirty, and the brakes are squeeling?

Impossible.

Can God feed five thousand men with women who are fainting and children who are whimpering?

Impossible.

Can God divide the seas that dry land appear and a nation goes free?

Impossible.

Can God speak a word and clouds drift away, waves lose momentum, and wind forgets its way?

Impossible.

Can God free a spirit bound by adultery, burdened by murder, ravished by nightmares?

Impossible.

Can God endure beating, lashing, rebukes, yelling, hatred, reviling, nails and thorns all without a word?

Impossible.

Can God fill a church with souls in need of salvation with only a pastor and a few devoted saints?

Impossible.

Can God love a people who rape, hate, steal, kill, fornicate, defile; all in Satan’s name?

Impossible.

Can God feed the homeless of an entire city with only two souls committed to their cause?

Impossible.

Can God renew a nation that detests His ways while claiming His name?

Impossible.

Can God breathe a garden, a world, and universe, time, and space with willpower and word?

Impossible.

Can God save a husband, wife, child, or friend from a prodigal state, a broken path, and unstable ways?

Impossible.

Can God heal a world ravished by hurricanes, abused by earthquakes, and corrupted by pollution?

Impossible.

Can God make a way when the circumstances speak impossible.

Darn straight.

Dearest Abba,

Thank you for your continual mercy upon our nation. I know that we don’t always do things right or according to your will, but I thank you for your patience, even when I become exasperated with it. You are so wonderful and perfect and you know what you are doing. I thank you that when we are confused or frustrated, that you take the time to teach us and love on us. And for that alone, you are worthy of all glory.

God, I ask for a special blessing upon a friend of mine. The world has stolen from her, my Lord. Taken what does not belong to it. But God, I thank you that vengeance is yours. That you WILL repay. I thank you that your word says the thief must restore double fold what he has stolen. God, I thank you that you stand strong and faithfully by your Word and that my friend will receive great increase for her troubles.

In Jesus name,

Amen

Silence, oh God, the whispers in my head. The voices that shame me, beat me, break me. Tear down, oh God, the stronghold of Satan; the bindings that keep me; the chains that restrain me. You say greater is he who is in me than he who is in the world. Oh blessed Lord, my mighty God, my strong tower, and valiant shield, why are these just words to me now? Greater is he. Greater is he. Greater is he. The great darkness overwhelms, majestic Father. The pain drowns me in a sea of torment – an ocean of agony.

Blessed Savior. Blessed Savior! Where are you when I need you? Hear my cry, hear my weeping. Why the silence? Why the never-ending stillness? Where is my breakthrough? Where is my relief? Where is the peace meant to sustain me? Oh God, oh God, where are the Words that break the bindings of the enemy? I am here. I am alone. Mighty Father, I am afraid.

Sweet child, sweet beloved. Where is your faith? I am here. I am with you. I am still the hope that sustains you. Am I a man that I should change? Am I a sinner that I should despise you? Am I limited that I cannot reach you? Am I powerless that I cannot deliver you? You turn this way, you turn that, you search but you cannot find. Foolish child. Deceived beloved. I am not a man that you should see me through the eyes of mankind. Close your eyes and open your spirit.

Though the wind tosses this way and that, I am the hands that help you withstand. And while the sea is turbulent and raging, I am the boat that keeps you from sinking. Dearest little one, love of my heart, while the lightning strikes the ground and illuminates the darkness, while the thunder strikes and trembles the very heavens, while the earth shakes and the ground is cracking, while the clouds spill torrents of rain and sheets of hail, I am the rock that keeps you from falling – falling into the abyss of darkness

Yes, there will be storms that threaten the foundation of your world, but I am the wings that carry you. I am the light that guides you. I am the power that delivers you, restores you, heals you and redeems you, when life has beaten you down. Rest in me, my child, and I will bring you through the storm.

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The Word of God is filled with promises of shelter, peace, provision, and spiritual abundance. It is like being given an umbrella while standing in the rain.

We, as Christians, run into trouble when we forget that these promises were made in covenant agreement. Obedience for the promises. To disobey the commandments of the Word is to step out from underneath the umbrella. And then what happens? We get wet.

When the night descends on the city,
When the darkness consumes your world,
I will come with rest befitting,
I will come with peace interceding,
On your behalf,
To bring you through,
This great travail,
Of Truth and Holiness.

When life is heartless,
When the world is cruel,
I will come to bring you victory,
I will come to show you prosperity,
And delight your soul,
With all My joys,
And guide your life,
Toward Truth and Holiness.

When you enter the realm of discouragement,
When you walk in the ways of disappointment,
I will come to lift your spirit,
I will come to soothe and comfort,
Those little wounds,
So big, so small,
That lead you away,
From Truth and Holiness.

So square your shoulders,
My child, My friend.

Lift your head,
My sweet Beloved.

This is but a journey,
This is but a test,
To cultivate in you,
A spirit of Truth and Holiness.

Because in that spirit is life everlasting.
In that spirit in joy undemanding.
In that spirit is love forevermore.

When will this earth learn to heal?
When will the crying and anger,
Accept healing and soothing?
When will the darkness give way to the light?

We look around and see pain.
We look around and see anger.
We look around and see fighting.
We look around and see destruction.

We miss the sunlight,
Dancing off the golden rays,
Come to fight the shadows,
Of this life.

We miss the peace,
Knocking at the door,
Telling us, baby,
It’s going to be alright.

We miss the flowers,
Churning, growing, sprouting,
Bringing color after a rainy day,
Bringing life to an empty soul.

We miss the love,
A gentle breeze,
Blowing through our lives,
Touching and healing our needs.

Come on, my brothers and sisters!

Come on, and choose the sunlight,
Come on, and feel the peace,
Come on, and touch the flowers,
Come on, and bathe in true love.

God is reaching and calling,
He is yearning to relieve,
This weighing on our hearts,
This burning fire consuming our souls.

This pain is blinding,
These burdens are heavy,
This sorrow everlasting,
This toil unchanging.

God has strength for our burdens.
God has the salve for our pain.
God has the peace for our sorrow.
God has the love to cover everything.

If we can look beyond our trials and sorrow,
If we can look beyond the torment of our past,
If we can look beyond the darkness of this world,
We will find peace, love and joy in God’s hands.

“FOR BEHOLD, I have made you this day
A fortified city and an iron pillar,
And bronze walls against the whole land—
Against the kings of Judah,
Against its princes,
Against its priests,
And against the people of the land.

They will fight against you,
But they shall not prevail against you.
For I am with you,” says the Lord, “to deliver you.”

– Jeremiah 1:18-19 ( NKJV )

God gave this scripture to me a little over a year ago. I am really seeing the fruits of it today.

I just want to encourage any brothers and sisters out there who may be going through trials.  It seems like the walls are pressing in from every side.  It seems like you are walking into brick walls every single time you turn around.  It seems like those who ought to be your shoulders to lean on have forsaken you.

Let me encourage you.  You have a Deliverer.
Wait on Him.  Trust in Him.  Depend on Him.  Call on Him.

And know that He never fails.

Have a blessed weekend.

At the first gloomy cloud, Christ stood tall. At lightning’s vicious strike, He narrowed His eyes. And when the rain dared to pour, and the wind dared whip tendrils of hair across His face, did He cower? I’m insulted. Did He weep? Heaven forbid. Did He kneel, submitting to the weather’s power? Laughable. Not my Savior. Not my God. In confident knowledge of who He is, He spoke instead, and His words were simple; “Be still.” Did the storm argue? I think not. Did it resist His command? It didn’t dare. It submitted to the call of its Master, it flinched at the unwavering sound of His voice and obeyed His order. Thunder silenced. Rain stopped. The wind ceased to blow.

Christ was not bowed by a storm.

So. Why. Are. We?

Christ knew who He was. And with that knowledge came confidence in the power and authority at His beck and call. With that confidence came the faith to wield such power and receive results.

Do we know who we are?

If I were to survey ten Christians with this question, all ten (I pray) will answer, “I’m a child of God.” But at least half of us would blink at me in confusion if I were to ask, “What does that entail you to here on earth?” And they would say, “Um, access to God? Answered prayers…?” See, the blood of Jesus—we got the basic idea. Restored relationship with God? Check. Unmerited favor? Hallelujah! Delegated power and authority? I dare any demons to mess with me!

And of course, when said demons do, 95% of us go cryin’ to our mamas.

Ahem. Back up. There seems to be a disconnect between the results Jesus received when He faced down life struggles and the …how shall I put this?…lack of results we see today. Why?

A)    We don’t know who we serve.

We serve a ruler whose name is above all names. Who crushes the devil with the heel of His foot. Whose dominion and authority encompasses this world and the world to come. Who’s glory outshines and rules the heavens. In whose hand it is to give riches, honor, power and strength. Beloved, we are friends of God, servants to the Creator of the Universe, and children of the great King of kings. We are intimately acquainted with the One who stills storms, bows mountains, and makes giants tremble with a word. And all that power? All that authority? It’s ours to draw on with a simple uttered prayer.

B)    We don’t use our authority.

Beloved, we have been given dominion over all the earth. Check out Genesis 1:26 if that’s too questionable. Dominion is complete authority. The bible says creation waits for the children of God to manifest (Rom 8:19.) Amazing. All of creation is waiting for us to rise up and take our place as the sons of God and claim that authority that is ours by right and granted by the High King. So I speak into our lives right now. Son of God. Daughter of God. Awaken. Arise. Take your place as a ruler of creation. So next time the winds blow in life, command it be still. Next time the thunder rumbles, command it be silent. The next time the rain downpours, command it withhold itself. That is our right. That is our duty. That is our authority to wield. Just as Christ did and does.

C)    We don’t exercise delegated authority.

By Christ’s name, the Holy Spirit pours out power to rebuke and cast out, to heal infirmities, to ask and be given, to bind and to loose. Such power is delegated according to our righteousness, used according to our faith, and activated by the will of God. For who will give a man power over ten cities if he rebels against the laws of one village? To do such is folly and our God’s way is wisdom.

Therefore, I ask, with all that authority, what storm is not covered? Only those created by sin that we are unwilling to walk away from. Close the door on the sin, Beloved. Chain it shut, lock it up, and ask God to throw away the key. And once the key is gone, arise brothers and sisters. Take your place as a child of God. Speak to the morning and command it to bring a good day. Speak to the infirmity and command it be removed. And the devil? “The Lord rebuke you!” will set Him to flight. Because, beloved, the inheritance of God’s children is this; the storm bends knee to our authority. We don’t bow down to the storm.

(Inspired by Apostle Jones sermon – Experiencing Divine Empowerment)