Friday, January 19, 2018

From a Battlefield Handbook

Have you ever been battle weary?  I have.  Many.  MANY times.  And that is because I've battled in the flesh and/or half-hearted in The Spirit. And when it was over, I felt like I was bruised and beaten by unseen foes.

Have you ever been discouraged that God seems to not hear or move on your behalf?  I have.  And discouragement comes for the same reason.

When battles are truly waged via The Spirit of God, there is no weariness.  But, there are results.  RESULTS!  I could write a book about the times when I have waged war in the heavenlies via The Spirit of God within me and there have been miraculous results.

Painting by Agnes Cecile
This painting reminds me of someone who is battle weary.  Look at the bruised knuckles and the dark circles under her eyes.  She has battled; kind of like we do as Christians (in the natural, in the flesh), ending with us being bruised and beaten down.

Several weeks ago a friend called me.  I did not know it at the beginning of the call that he was most discouraged and lacking faith at the moment for a miracle he had long been believing for.  Just as we were hanging up, he spoke out his fear.  I (just so happened I was feeling the same as him for his situation) shared that I, too, felt the same way.  In that moment, our call was cut off.  

Within moments, I had a revelation from The Spirit of God about how we left off - having spoken such defeat to each other.  I emailed him to call me ASAP.  Thankfully, he called within an hour or so.  When I  answered the phone, I first apologized to him and then told him not to speak a word, just listen and agree by faith.  And by The Spirit of God, I took authority in the spirit realm.  I went to battle.  And NOT in my flesh.  It was productive and so powerfully effective that he was in tears on the other end of the phone because faith was rising.  And rising.  AND RISING.  In him.  In me.  We spent the last part of our call just praising God for the outcome we were once again able to see with the eyes of our hearts.

Today he called to share that the miracle that he and his family have long believed would come, came.  Today.  A few weeks after that powerful heavenly battle took place.  I do believe had we not taken authority over the negative, binding words we spoke and the devil's interference, his long-awaited miracle would still be in the unmanifested waiting zone.  Our battle in the heavenlies allowed God's army of angels to do what they had been waiting to do. 

Tonight, this girl is NOT battle weary.  Tonight, this girl is just grateful.  Grateful for the outcome.  Grateful for the lesson learned on the battlefield of life.  Grateful that I serve The God of Miracles.  Grateful that Abba Father called me to be an Intercessor - His watchman on the wall.  Grateful for The Spirit of God Who lives, rules, and reigns from within me - not out there in the cosmos somewhere, but right here from within my being.  And most grateful that the battles belong to Him.

Hallelujah!  
P.S.  I just purchased this piece of art.  It will hang in my new home as a reminder that the battles belong to The LORD.  



Saturday, January 13, 2018

Goodbye Meal

The Last Supper, as we call it, was a celebration of Passover.  A holiday meal.  It was also a goodbye meal.  It was Jesus' last meal with the 12 men closest to Him - those He poured His Love and Word into.  Those Whom He loved deeply.  And to them, He was saying goodbye at their very last meal together.

Yes, the Last Supper was a "goodbye" meal, although I'm not sure it's ever looked at from that point of view.

Knowing He was facing a crucifixion, He wanted to be bolstered up by the Disciples love and care.  A little holy TLC was needed.  But, that He did not get.  Their trivial and trite conversations and questions to Him revealed how clueless they were to the pain in Jesus' Heart.  They didn't even realize He was saying goodbye. Oi, vey!  Jesus' compassionate Heart must have been aching for He was also concerned for those He would leave behind.  Oh, how He had to trust His Father for their future care.  I understand, Lord, I feel as You must have then.

Jesus faced what He did, solo. Yep, all alone.  And you know, even though surrounded by loved ones, each one of us goes through life solo.  Individually, we must make our own decisions, face the heartache of tribulations, and get through the storms of life.  Yes, others can have compassion and empathy, others can give us their opinions, but ultimately the decisions are ours alone.  Ultimately, no one can know our pain. No one truly understands the complexity of heart and mind in certain situations.  As individually unique as we all are, so are our responses to life's tribulations, changes, and heartaches.  Only our God knows and understands completely.

Oh, LORD, forgive me for the times when I've expected others to respond as I would; to feel as I would; to love as I would. Forgive me for the angst it causes within me when I think I'm not understood. And You know I hate goodbyes.  I've been saying them my whole life.  
"So, what's one more, Diane?  All the  past "goodbyes" prepared you for this one.  I have not left you ill-equipped. Yes, My Daughter, you love deeply as I do, you pour into others as I do.  Afterall, you are your Father's Daughter.  This is just one more goodbye.  You can do this.  Cry on My Shoulder when needed.  I am here."
Thank You, my Abba, thank You!

(PS: My story, Forgiveness Rendered, is about my very first goodbye on my life's journey.  And it was traumatic! Life-altering traumatic. Maybe that is why goodbyes are so painful to me.  Oh, LORD, my God, please let me have no regrets at these goodbyes.  Give me courage and strengthen my inner man to do and say everything I desire to.  Thank You, LORD.)

Because of Him and Unto Him, 



Sunday, January 7, 2018

Yes, LORD, Yes

"Not my will, Your will be done."  How many times have we read that Scripture?  Sung that verse as a lyric in a song?  Or spoke it to The LORD in prayer, or just glibly declared it amongst friends?  Well, Abba takes our words most seriously whether we do or not.  When Abba finds a heart that He can count on to truly mean "not my will, but Your's be done", He orchestrates circumstances.  Like chess pieces, He maneuvers us.

And we don't realize how painful obedience can be until we are asked to die to self and say yes. I've been in my own Garden of Gethsemane before.  And I'm back here again battling my own heart to look at this maneuvering by God as something to rejoice about. Since the day after Christmas, I've cried out in anguish. Repeatedly. Today, during worship in church, I totally surrendered my will to His.  Come what may, I am His servant first and foremost.  I go where He leads.

After church, I emailed my friend, Don, and mentioned I heard that the Blue Ridge Parkway in NC is very scenic and I'm looking forward to driving it.  He then sent me this photo that he had taken during sunrise on the Blue Ridge Parkway.

Photo Courtesy of Donald Case
Oh, how I love mountains and sunrises.  This is what awaits me on my new venture.  Oh, how my heart is now able to rejoice for I now know His goodness - if in no other way other than in the mountainous sunrises and sunsets - has gone before me and awaits me getting there.

Thank you, Don.  Abba used one of your photos once again!  And I thank You, Abba, for Your Grace - poured out to me and over me - truly IS sufficient.  And we journey on together.  

Excitement is beginning to mount.

Because of You and Unto You,

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Up, Up, And...


I do not like roller coasters. Born and raised a New Yorker, The Cyclone at Coney Island is well known to me. Although I've not ridden it ever again since my initial "flight" as a young child, I can well remember what it is like coming to the crest of that climb. The downside would cause me to be breathless with fear. No, I do not do roller coasters.

On the track of life, I'm inching my way up to the crest of the "roller coaster" of my life. In a few weeks, my car will carry me over the crest into the unknown. And only God will hold me in my seat for I will be breathless. Hopefully, more from a positive anticipation rather than fear of the unknown.
I'm the girl who reads the last pages of a book to tell whether or not I want to read it. I read magazines from the back cover to the front. Yet, life does not go in that order. So...I'm holding onto Him as I inch closer to the downside of the coaster. What is over the crest? Oh, how my heart wants to know.
All I know is the downside is the next phase of the journey I call my life. And right now, I'm holding on for dear life.
Because of Him and Unto Him,