faith – A Woman Standing

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?”

Do Christians Know What Christianity Is?

What does it mean to call ourselves a Christian? Really, think about it, what does “Christianity” really resemble? By looking at the world, it would seem as if being a “Christian” only means we believe Jesus Christ was God’s son who died for us so that we might live, right?

Wrong.

Being a Christian means we live a life like Jesus Christ lived, we act like Jesus acted, we believe what Jesus believed and we stand on the Word of God the way Jesus did as best we can.

So, why is it so few Christians look anything like Jesus?

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

God Is Good

Lately, hearing the Lord’s voice and seeing His plan has become every increasingly more difficult. There is a heavy blanket of weariness and sadness upon the Remnant, myself included. We have prayed, we have fasted, we have fought, we have stood, we are still standing, yet it seems our actions bore no fruit, as if the enemy won and the Lord’s children will disappear silently into the night.

While going to God with these feelings and concerns a single thought pierced through the chaos which has lately become my mind: God is good.

We, as Christians, all know these words and repeat them with little thought of the power within them. But, when we are in the middle of the fire, walking through the waters, bombarded by the wind and the waves, surrounded by darkness and can’t see the light, we have to ask ourselves if we truly believe in the sincerity of those three simple words, if we, individually, honestly believe God Is Good.

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.

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.

Take Heed

This morning, while reading Mark 4, two verses stuck out as pertinent to the times and season the Remnant is in right now.

“Take heed what ye hear.” -Mark 4:24
“Why are ye so fearful? How is it ye have no faith?” -Mark 4:40

We are in a season unlike any other. The voice of God and the voice of man have never been so divided.

Media states a fact, the Remnant a different fact.

The masses believe one thing, the Remnant another.

Some pastors claim submission, others shout for persistence.

So, when I read “take heed what ye hear” my heart was struck.

Patience

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.

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.

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.

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.

Symbol Of Submission

To preface this post, I would like to say that anyone who does not believe the Word is a living document and just as powerful today as it was when Jesus and the apostles walked the earth, will not agree, or understand, what I have to say.

Last week, while putting a mask on for the first time since the coronavirus fiasco began, I felt my stomach drop. To fly you now must wear a face covering, but that didn’t change my feelings of defeat when I positioned the mask over my mouth before boarding the plane.

When I placed the mask upon my face, I felt small, belittled, obedient to something other than my King.

God created me, us, to speak, to sing, to pray, so to mute and muddle that ability seems wrong, almost sinful.

My Heart Is Broken

I am very particular of the people I listen to, the books I read and where I send my tithe. I believe this stems from growing up and being very involved in a church as a child, a church my parents (through discernment) fortunately made the decision to leave prior to learning the pastor was living a lie. This lie ultimately hurt thousands and caused many to turn from the Lord.

That experience as a young girl taught me to be very discerning when it comes to those who preach the gospel. The majority of pastors I listen to, or read books they author, have long since gone home to Heaven and I wouldn’t even need a full hand to count the number of today’s pastors I would say I “follow”.

Yesterday, my sister forwarded me an email from the church I have called home for over a decade. This church has pushed my faith deeper, has forced me into the Word to find answers and to rely on the Lord for everything. The Pastor’s wisdom and insight has, over the many years of listening to him, inspired me to know the Lord more intimately and to stand on the Word regardless of what I see or feel. Although I no longer live in the state where this church resides, I still tithe there and listen to the services as often as I can. Whenever I travel back to the state, I make sure to book a returning ticket late enough to assure my attendance on Sunday morning service.

So, when I opened my messages and saw the below email, to say I was shocked, disheartened, confused or troubled, would be an understatement…I was, and still am, totally and completely heartbroken.

Freedom Over Fear And Faith Over Doubt

Before I step onto my soapbox, I want to start this post with a couple statistics and thoughts before I begin my “rant”.

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The original U.S. coronavirus death toll prediction was 2.2 million, that number later changed to 240,000 and is now around 70,000. During the 2017-2018 flu season, according to the CDC, an estimated 80,000 people died.

I am not making light of death in any way. It is terrible so many died from the flu and it is terrible so many have died from the coronavirus, BUT, where was the mass hysteria during the 2017/2018 flu season? Why did politicians and medical experts not blanket the airways with panic, stating the CDC declared the 2017/2018 season as the, “first season to be classified as a high severity across all age groups”?

Why did we react so differently to that health threat then we have to COVID-19?

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I’m now stepping onto my soapbox.

What we are witnessing in today’s society are the masses believing in and acting upon a lie.