Lydia Barbara

Spiritually Aloof

Lately, I have become concerningly aware of how many spiritually aloof Christians there are.

If you call yourself a Christian and you voted for Joe Biden, you are spiritually aloof.

If you call yourself a Christian and you are not praying for this fraudulent election to be overturned, you are spiritually aloof.

If you call yourself a Christian and are not concerned about the violent, hateful, angry, deceitful direction America is going in, you are spiritually aloof.

Now, calm down, I’m not saying you aren’t saved, but I am saying you aren’t sensitive.

My mind scrambles to focus on one prayer. There are just so many things to be interceding for it has become difficult to focus on just one thing. But, this morning while praying and attempting to hear what it was the Lord wanted me to pray over, a word came to mind: PATIENCE

This morning, I am praying for patience to rest upon God’s children.

I see us, standing behind Moses as he stands in the water, his staff before him. The fire is behind us, the enemy so close we can feel them pressing in. Many have ran to the right and to the left because they fear the waters won’t part. They believe their best chance of survival is to run, to find someplace to hide and to allow the enemy to overtake the masses because they think there is no way to victory.

But, the Remnant waits, desperately looking out over the waters which aren’t yet moving. We know there is no turning back, there is no running away. Regardless of the fact we don’t see it, we don’t hear it, we don’t feel it, we have to believe the waters will separate.

The Upper Room

I believe we are in a collection process. What do I mean by this? I mean the Remnant is beginning to leave the building and is entering into the room.

I have never had so many people sending me verses, videos, prophetic words and prayer calls as I have in the past week. This election process has forced the Body to leave the church building and take “church” into their homes, offices, prayer closets, etc.

When I think of where the Remnant is now, I see the Upper Room written about in beginning of Acts. God needed the Remnant of old to separate themselves from the masses and wait in a secluded place for His presence to descend. We don’t know how long they waited but I would assume that within the waiting process they had to encourage one another, had to lift one another up and tell each other that it would be just a little while longer before they received what they were waiting for.

We are gathering into an “upper room” right now.

Will You Fight?

I have mentioned the Remnant 19 times in the past two years, this will be my 20^th.

I believe we are in a moment in history where two paths lay before us. One path leads us to the Promise Land, the other to the desert. By “us” I am referring to the Remnant, those standing on the infallible Word of God, refusing to budge from His truth even when that means turning from all the world offers and denying every lie spoken by the enemy.

Yesterday, I listened to an incredible sermon by Hank Kunneman in which he busted down my belief that if this election went south it was because the Remnant did not do their part. I believe the Remnant has done their part, has fasted, has prayed, has humbled themselves and fallen at the feet of the Lord and begged for a second chance to turn things around. So, I now realize that this has nothing to do with God not giving us the victory, but rather has everything to do with the Remnant choosing to claim what is rightfully theirs.

So, here we find ourselves, at the entrance to the Land we were promised yet being told we cannot go in because the giants that roam the territory have falsely claimed victory. But, this land has been promised to us, it has been spoke into existence and prophesied, so how is it that so many are saying we do not belong there?

God Has Landed: Re-post

I wrote “God Has Landed” over two years ago, but I do not think this was a Word for 2018.

Instead, I believe this was written as a declaration for what was to come, for what we are witnessing right now.

I, unknowingly, wrote these words years prior to their time. They were seeds planted in 2018, but now they are full grown fruit ready to be plucked.

The below post, although written years ago, is for the Remnant right now, in this unprecedented moment in history. For, I see the Lord like a Lion, all four paws upon the United States. He looks into the eyes of the enemy without fear, without hesitation, then releases a roar so loud the mountains quiver, the earth trembles and the enemy shakes.

He has come, for the cries of His people have reached His ears.

Find encouragement knowing our Lord has heard us. He has felt our desperation, He has left the heavenlies and has come to our nation to decree and declare that HE alone shall be praised, He alone shall be worshiped and He alone shall be exalted.

God has landed.

My Everything

I find so much completeness is found in the Lord. So much peace, joy, goodness is in Him.

What else could we possibly need when we have Him?

What else could we ask for when we know we belong to Him?

When we give ourselves away completely is when we find ourselves and all we are capable of.

When we turn to Him and turn away from the world is when we learn all we need to know; no more confusion, no more turmoil, no more pain.

The Lord takes all the enemy longs to wrap us in and breaks the power of the lies, of the captivity the world wants us to be lost in.

I am so in love with the Lord, I am obsessed with Him, I am engrossed in His presence.

This Fallible Man

Yesterday, moments before joining a prayer call, the Lord took me to my laptop, as He has so many times, and gave me words to spread upon the page.

Below is some of what He told me.

Pray for this fallible man.

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October 20, 2020

Trump, my fallible man sent to do things only the Infallible can perceive. I have called him forth for such a time as this, formed him in his mother’s womb with this moment in mind.

I Hear The Sound: Re-post

Two years ago to the day I wrote the below post. It is just as inspiring and encouraging today as it was when it was originally written.

I hope it helps you today. Know the rain is coming.

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The world shouts to the skies when it becomes desperate for rain. The world waits, never knowing when the waters will come, but knowing they must come.

The winds dance, the trees sway, the flowers bloom, the birds sing, the tides rise, all in reverence to their Maker, in obedience to His word.

If all of the world bows to His word, so will I.

If everything around me believes the sun will shine, the moon will rise, the rain will fall, then so shall I.

What Do We Deserve?

My thoughts often turn to the season we are in as a country, as a church and as a Remnant. With the election less than four weeks away I find I am praying for November 3, 2020 more than I have ever prayed for a day in my entire life.

I do not believe we are in a season we in the 21^st century have ever witnessed. I firmly believe the outcome of the election will dictate our daily lives like we could never imagine. Whatever news we wake up to on November 4, 2020 will change us forever, if we like it or not.

I spent most of last week listening to testimonies of individuals who have experienced, either firsthand or through loved ones, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) concentration camps. While listening to the testimonies, I often thought, “how is it possible this is happening yet nobody is talking about it?”

January 20, 2019

The Lord brought me to a Word He gave me at the beginning of 2019 during the last ‘blood moon’.

I have hesitated many times about sharing this Word, but with all that is happening around the world-the unrest, the riots, the anger, the politically charged atmosphere, COVID-19, the Supreme Court nomination, there is just so much to be praying for right now, which brought me to this Word.

I believe we are in unprecedented times. The Remnant is rising, the enemy battling.

Do not fear for the Lord is with us, goes before us and continually surrounds us. Always and forever.

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No Depth To The Darkness

There is no depth to the darkness, did you know that? The devil does not suddenly have an “end point” when it comes to the sickness and disease he desires to bring into the world, or the corruption he longs to place upon humanity, or the abuse, addiction, hurt and violence he aches to plague us with.

I have known this for some time, yet I am still shocked at just how deep into the depths of darkness the devil wants to take us.

Our world is under attack, there is no doubting that now. We are not only fighting an enemy from without, looking at places like North Korea, Iraq, Afghanistan, Nigeria and China and thinking about how bad it is over there, but rather, today, we are looking at our own society, our towns, communities, neighbors, offices and churches and realizing just how bad it has gotten here, in the land of the free and home of so many brave.

Christians And The Election

Several days ago, while partaking in a conference call regarding the future of our country, the country I love, the country I adore, the country I would sacrifice myself for and the country God gave us as a gift, I became overwhelmingly aware of how important this 2020 election is.

With the DNC and RNC conventions over, I would like to make a statement on the 2020 election.

This post is to Christians who are “on the fence” when it comes to who to vote for in November, to the Christians who are listening to the main stream media and believing the lies that are spewed out every moment of every day, to the Christians who think we have a choice this election. Unfortunately, there is no choice to be made, this election is black and white, right or wrong, freedom versus captivity.

In The Gap

Recently, in my alone time with the Lord, I’ve been telling Him I am in need of prayer and encouragement. There have been several things on my heart I couldn’t quite talk about with other Christians, so these matters have been mulling around in my head and I found I could only put them into words while in the presence of God.

Have you ever been there? As if you have a whole list of prayer requests, yet you find yourself unable to bring them up with other believers?

Well, last Friday, the Lord took my list and went through them one by one, and all I had to do was sit on the couch and listen.

If You Give The Devil An Inch

There is a children’s book called “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie”. In it, it says, “if you give a mouse a cookie, he’s going to want a glass of milk”. The story goes on and on with the mouse wanting more and more until finally he has taken over the entire house. My whole life my mom has compared that little mouse to the devil, and it wasn’t until recently that I fully see what she means.

If you give the devil an inch in your life, he’s going to ask for two. If you give him two, he’s going to come after four. If you give him four, he’s going to demand a foot. On and on he will go until the devil finally has what he wants; your entire life.

This does not only apply to our personal lives, but also to our families, communities, societies and countries. We, as a society, have given the mouse a cookie, a glass of milk, a blanket, a room, a floor and now he is coming after the entire house.

BLM Burning Bibles

This morning, I read an incredible post by Mario Murillo about a BLM/Antifa protest in Portland where they began to burn a stack of bibles.

My bible is my life source. It is not just a book filled with random verses and passages, or a history lesson discussing where my heritage came from, or random stories discussing people I don’t know.

My bible is the guide to my eternal salvation, it is the doorway to me learning about peace, health, success, overcoming. It is Jesus’ voice here on earth, God’s testimony for my life, the Holy Spirit speaking to me through words written long ago yet still moving. It is joy in the midst of mourning, light when all I see is darkness, calm when I’m surrounded by chaos and peace in the middle of a battle. My bible is not just a book, my bible is my guide through life.

Without it, I would be lost.

Author: Lydia Barbara