Uncategorized – A Woman Standing

Where Are The Parents?

A friend of mine, Sarah, a mental health therapist, told me the tragic story of a former client of hers committing suicide last night. The young girl was 14 years old. Sarah is an incredible counselor who has been called to specifically work with middle school aged children. She has seen firsthand the demonic oppression and spiritual attacks bombarding our youth, resulting in an uptick in mental health issues like we have never seen.

Sarah told me there is not a SINGLE child in her caseload who does not struggle with suicidal ideation or gender identity issues. Sarah described the “suicide packs” that many children are in, this young girl being one of them. These packs are filled with children who are obsessed with death. They enjoy talking about death, fantasizing about the “afterlife”, watch shows that promote death and take a blood oath that if one person in the pack commits suicide, they all must commit suicide. Unfortunately, and shockingly, these packs are far more popular and commonplace than any of us would want to admit.

ENOUGH

Can we briefly discuss the INSANITY of what we are seeing happening in the world today?

Last July, the CDC posted a proposition, known as the Shielding Approach, which considered taking those deemed “high risk” of COVID to nondisclosed locations. The majority of individuals viewed as “high risk” are, “older adults and people of any age who have serious underlying medical conditions”

Society Of Me

On Monday, I was invited to a seminar focused on the disturbing world of sex trafficking. Individuals from primarily South American countries shared their knowledge of the industry and what their organizations are doing to put an end to it.

I listened to a woman discuss the emotional torment she endured due to trafficking and how she still sometimes finds herself depressed about what she went through, but then reminds herself she is fortunate to be part of the 2% of woman who are able to obtain freedom from it.

Someone else told us that 2019 was the most successful year for saving victims from sex trafficking, having rescued 118,000 individuals from traffickers. The number astounded me, until he said there is an estimate of 29.5 million victims in captivity to this industry.

We learned about the negative impact COVID lockdowns had on sex trafficking. That when the rest of the world shut down because of fear, perpetrators doubled down and took more victims than ever before. Hearings against offenders was down 50% in 2020, so as the numbers of victims grew, the numbers of those held accountable dropped rapidly.

Still Sent The Fire

“Yea, when they had made them a molten calf, and said, This is thy God that brought thee up out of Egypt, and had wrought great provocations; Yet thou in thy manifold mercies forsookest them not in the wilderness: the pillar of the cloud departed not from them by day, to lead them in the way; neither the pillar of fire by night, to shew them light, and the way wherein they should go.”

-Nehemiah 9:18-19

While reading this verse, a shock wave seemed to go through me. There is nothing we can do to make God stop perusing us.

The Lord did amazing things for Israel when He delivered them from Egypt. He tried, over and over, to prove His undying love for them. He saved them from slavery, fed them, nurtured them, clothed them, led them through the desert. The pillar of fire at night and cloud by day was, consistently, a physical manifestation of His allegiance to them. He gave them everything He had and did all He could to prove to them He was all they would ever need in order to fulfill their destiny, dreams and desires.

Yet, they denied Him, turned their backs on Him, betrayed Him. They bowed to false idols, claiming other gods as their savior, gave in to every lustful and sinful thought that crossed their minds and permitted themselves to forget, so quickly, all God had done for them.

But, even when they worshipped something other than Him, even when they turned to sin and sickness to fulfill them, even when they allowed satan to take over their camp, God still sent the fire by day and the cloud by night to guide them.

It’s The Law

I’ve been looking for a solid church to go to for nearly a year which is why I was overwhelmed with joy when I learned a Pastor I respect out of Africa has a sister church not far from me. I called their office to ask a question I ask every church I visit since COVID-19 impacted our world.

“Do you all require masks?” I asked the person on the other line.

“Do we require masks? Of course, it’s the law.” Was the response I received.

My heart sank.

I could have said a million things, but the one statement I wish I had responded with was, “whose law are you following?”

Like The Lion

“An army of sheep led by a lion will always defeat an army of lions led by a sheep.” -Dr. Myles Monroe

The Lord refers to Himself as two animals within the Word, the Eagle, king of the air, and the Lion, king of the land. Since God is within us, we can view ourselves as both.

I once saw a video of a lion and a crocodile having a standoff. The crocodile was threatening to come out of the water and steal the lion’s food, the lion stood his ground and roared. This went back and forth for several minutes before the crocodile eventually slunk back into the water and disappeared.

What is most interesting about this interaction is that a lion’s bite is 600 pound-force per square inch (PSI), a crocodile’s bite is 5,000 PSI. In reality, the crocodile could have destroyed the lion, but that didn’t matter to the lion, the lion knew who he was and what he was capable of, the crocodile did not.

Several years ago, the Lord ended a Word to me with, “Like the lion, let your roar be heard throughout the land”. This started my captivation for these big cats. What I find fascinating is that I am not alone in my captivation. Over the past year, I have seen many preachers, speakers and bloggers, primarily female, use the lion as a symbol they discuss throughout their speeches, posts or testimonies.

I believe God is trying to tell us something.

Get Thee Up

It’s been several weeks since I’ve written anything, but this morning I felt inspired to finally pull out my laptop and write what God has placed on my heart.

While praying for the Remnant I saw a camp with soldiers resting throughout. Some were sitting up, others were laying down, but it was clear everyone within the camp was recovering from an exhausting battle.

I then saw a Captain begin to walk throughout the camp and tell the soldiers that the time of recuperation was about to end and they were going to be sent back into the fight, for the battle was still raging not far away.

I then thought of Joshua. Right in the beginning of the book God tells Joshua,

“My servant Moses is dead; now, therefore, arise.” -Joshua 1:2

Remnant Rising

Yesterday was one of the craziest days of my life…actually, it was THE craziest day of my life.

While standing amongst several million conservative patriots downtown Washington, D.C., I realized that regardless of what happens on January 20, 2021, there is a Remnant who will continue to stand.

There is a Remnant that bows their knees to God alone and never to man.

There is a Remnant that believes babies deserve the right to life.

There is a Remnant that will not concede to the communist and socialist agenda.

There is a Remnant that refuses to accept the normalization of the LGBTQ ideology.

There is a Remnant that stands for the freedom God gave us when He blessed us with this beautiful country we are so fortunate to call home.

Lines Have Been Drawn

Though the world is confused in the midst of the chaos brought into it by the devil, I am not

Though the masses find themselves wrapped in fear and anger, I do not

Though the congregations may turn from the Truth, I will not

I know who I am for I know who my God is

My God is a healer, I do not need a vaccine

My God is a provider, I do not need assistance

My God is a divider, I do not need to decide which side He is on

I will stand with my Father until my days are done

I will worship my King even if I worship alone

I will bow down before my Maker all the days of my life

God Of Miracles

Two days ago, I witnessed a miracle.

A family member was taken to the hospital. The initial report was not good, in fact, it was dire. My typical reaction to any type of extreme news, good or bad, is to go to the Lord, but as I sat in my apartment, worship music playing in the background, I found I couldn’t find any words to speak to Him.

My heart was heavy, my mind a jumble. My phone rang with people checking in, but I couldn’t talk because to talk would lead to tears and I didn’t want to risk falling apart.

But God: Re-post

This morning, while praying for the impossible to become possible, the words, “but God” came to mind.

Not two minutes ago, a friend text a prayer group and ended her message with, “but God!”

I vaguely remembered writing a post not long ago, of course, named But God.

After reading it, I felt encouraged and hopeful that although the waters are rising, the waves crashing, the lightning striking and the thunder rolling, and although the impossible seems to only be becoming more impossible, I have one clear thought piercing through the darkness…BUT GOD.

This Is Why

This is why I fight, this is why I pray, this is why I will not let go until victory comes.

I work, I fight, to free the underprivileged, the hurt, the abused, the depressed, the victims.

As I sit here, looking at the pictures sent to me of Nigerian orphans, many newly orphaned due to terrorist attacks on their Christian parents, my heart breaks.

I pray for the boys and girls who have lost everything, the women whose husbands vanished while trying to keep them safe, the men whose wives were stolen from them.

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?”