Shout

Joshua 6:20
When the trumpets sounded, the people shouted, and at the sound of the trumpet, when the people gave a loud shout, the wall collapsed; so every man charged straight in, and they took the city.

A young man sat in a chair in front of me yesterday. He was going through an inner healing. He struggled with many issues throughout the day. But, there came a moment in the day when the spirit realm around him shattered like glass.

The atmosphere was tense around this young man. He had a lot of work a head of him and the work was exhausting. The team that sat with him were, myself, Roseanne and my brother Keith from "Only In His Service". God used us to guide him to those places that He wanted cared for.

Forgiveness was hard for him at times. Very hard. But, when he finally could speak of forgiveness he truly forgave. For a time, he could not speak the words of forgiveness. This confused him and frustrated him. I asked God to bind up that demonic presence and loosed his tongue. In that he found the freedom to speak.

As the day went on, he broke soul and spirit ties and spoke of his helplessness. With every spiritual thing he did the spirit realm became more robust in its warfare. So, when I said, "let's get to the main reason we are here" the full war began.

The young man stated that he could feel pain and pressure on his shoulder. What I saw on his shoulder was a small demon with a claw dug into his skin. As I looked at this demon it lunged at me, wanting to kill me. Even though I know that this is in another dimension, I ducked.

The warfare was incredible. The tension in the air was thick. Roseanne was praying in tongues and Keith was rapidly praying in the Spirit. My attention was diverted for a second. But, in that second, I heard the loudest, sharpest, most terrifying scream that I have ever heard.

I immediately thought I was about to be choked. But, when I turned I saw this young man bent over, fists clenched, and shaking all over. The spirits around him were falling to the ground shattered into thousands of pieces. The young man was saying, "I don't want this anymore. I don't want this anymore."

As we watched this occur, we continued in prayer, leaving the young man alone with his God. We prayed protection and mercy as he let out another smaller scream. Again, he shook and clinched his fist. His tears came and he cried for God to help him.

His freedom came in a second. His faith and need overwhelmed the demonic and the battle was won with a scream that would have woke the dead. This scream for mercy cut through the atmosphere and destroyed everything evil in its path. It was truly a beautiful thing to see. But, was a bit shocking for this old heart.

I am always surprised by God. He never does anything the same way. I have done many inner healing's and they are never the same. God always shows up and except for one time, the person is always delivered. This one, however, has left a mark on me. This one has impacted me. This young man was so broken and so turned off emotionally. He was at that place, where so few go, broken and helpless. He knew there was only one hope and he held on to that hope.

God met him and with violence conquered the spirit realm. I have seen many battles in the spirit realm, but nothing like this. With a shout. With a gut rendering shout. With a shout that tore to the very being of your soul, this boy was set free. If we could all just get that real with God, then our mountain would move, our rivers would flow, our freedom could be reached.

Praise God for His mercy and kindness.

Silver Cord

I got a call yesterday and the caller said, "I have a spiritual emergency." Never heard that before.

Seems a married couple are having major issues. One is that he has been having an affair. I was asked if I would do an inner healing on both the husband and wife. I know some of the background and agreed to do the inner healing. But, told the caller that I wanted to meet with them and discuss the process first.

I asked Roseanne to assist in the inner healing and she met with the couple after I did. Last evening Roseanne and I got together and shared notes.

We saw much of the same things when we separately worked with this couple. I saw a brick in the mans heart. Roseanne saw a stone wall around him. We both saw multiple demons in him and that he had shared them with his wife. We agreed that death is there on them both. That he is going to die and she will kill herself.

There was a point that both Roseanne and myself, when comparing notes, had to pray and think about. Even research. Both of us had the feeling that this affair was more unnatural than just an affair. Something was different. I felt occult and Roseanne felt witchcraft. She, also, keeps getting the word "wicked". When I told her that I had the sense that they were related or had some kind of commonality about them, Roseanne told me of a vision she had of the two of them.

Her vision was of the husband and his lover. The were held together by an umbilical cord. This was conformation to both of us that we were on the right track. But, what did it mean. I'm not sure we have all the answers, yet, but it is beginning to come together.

Roseanne remembered that the umbilical cord was silver in the vision. So, we did some research and found some interesting stuff on witch craft and the umbilical cord. But, eventually we were taken to Ecclesiastes 12:6-7.

Remember him—before the silver cord is severed, or the golden bowl is broken; before the pitcher is shattered at the spring, or the wheel broken at the well,

and the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

Through all we read, the silver cord is referenced many times as an umbilical cord. So, when we ended up here we were awed by what God was doing. Both Roseanne and I saw death on the couple, these verses are about death.

The silver cord is the umbilical cord. The golden bowl is the brain. The pitcher is the lungs and the wheel is the heart. Basically, these verses are describing different ways to die.

So, there it is again "death". But, why is Satan spending so much time on destroying this couple. They are truly "Luke warm" Christians. Not much fire there. They can, however, through healing, repentance and confession turn into "Christians on fire." The reason that Satan is spending so much time on this couple alludes both Roseanne and myself for now. All we do know is that death is at hand, witch craft has played a part and freedom is near. More revelation will come on the silver cord.

Today, we will proceed with the inner healing on the husband. Then in the next day or two we will work with the wife I expect manifestations of evil from the husband. So, I am seeking God on what to do then. If we go for deliverance, is this man ready. Is he strong enough in the Lord that he will not fall back and then be overwhelmed with even more demons. Or is he in a place where it is safe, for him, to be delivered from such evil. I will wait on the Lord for this answer.

I do this today stricken with illness. I have been suffering for several weeks. My body has swollen up so badly that my feet look round. Yesterday, because of the Lupus, my kidney's were checked to see if they were failing. All is well there. So, the doctor took four vials of blood. We wait to see. Meantime, I am on water pills. My trips to the bathroom are numerous. So, while working today..... well, you know. But, I do get a lot of inspirations and revelation while sitting on the throne.

Bells

This is a word that God gave Chuck Pierce.

"Hear the bells this week! There's a sound of liberty coming from Heaven. There's a sound I'm bringing in. Every time you hear those bells of change, decree a new liberty is coming before you, and coming upon you, and that you will enter the fields of freedom." We shouted, "The gate to the fields of freedom is opening this week!" I then heard the Spirit of God say, "Don't try to change 'change'. Some of you are resisting the sound of change that's coming into you. Some of you are resisting the sound of change I'm bringing in, wanting to get things in order things before it is time for order. Just hear the announcement that I am making now and let change come in to the very depths of your being. Let change begin to redevelop what needs to be redeveloped. Don't try to stop the rearranging sound of change. The bells of change are ringing!
I am decreeing from heaven that I am shaking loose your change. Quit trying to shake the earth first. Enter in with Me and shake the heavens right now. I will clear up some things in your atmosphere. Decree that you are going up into a new place with the host of Heaven and shaking loose what needs to be shaken loose. The stairways are forming. I am taking you into the Throne Room and seating you in heavenly places. You will come back down into the earth realms with the sound of Heaven and connect the sound of Heaven into the earth realm. See the host of Heaven sounding as the heavens open up and sound over your situation. Hear the host say, 'We're bringing a sound that will jar loose that emotional strain you're in. We're bringing a sound that will jar loose the supply you need for right now. We're bringing a sound to jar loose and set the captives free.'
Wake up. There's a song within you, there's a sound you're going to hear. You say, 'I don't even sing; I'm not even in tune to the music.' But I say you'll hear a boom, a sonic boom; you'll hear a sound. I will even go in and visit hospitals and those in bed will hear new sounds this week. I'm sending a wake-up into My people. I am ringing the bells of change. This is a time when you must hear in your spirit what is calling you to wake up before it's too late.
The Lord then showed me a can of fruit preserves. I Heard the Spirit of God say, "I have harvested in the past and set preserves in place. Go in and get what I have preserved for you. Go in! Go in! If you will take the preserves, I will give you the new harvest. If you will bring me your vessel, I will pour the sound down from Heaven. For I am unlocking heavenly blessings that have been stored , waiting for a people who will hear these sounds and bring down a manifestation in the earth. To those who have been fragmented in soul and vexed in spirit, I AM pouring down into you; I want you to be whole. Though you couldn't hold the oil in the past season, I am first pouring down a healing balm with healing oil to knit your soul together. I'm remaking your vessel so I can pour in the oil of anointing that will cause you to break through in this next season. Let Me knit now. Let Me pour on oil so you can hold another oil.the anointing for breakthrough.
Hear the sound of seals breaking and unlocking revelation. Hear the sound of new, fresh water, running. Your momentum wheel has been blocked and the things which your wheel was turning have slowed and stopped. I'm bringing the flow of My stream again. Hear the rain. I'm causing the wheel of your mill to turn, and what has needed to be ground within you I have been grinding up. I say bread corn must be bruised (Is 28:28). I've had to bruise you, I've had to stop you from having the flow of the normal life structure you've known so I can restart the water of life within you. I've had to remove the death shroud that was on you. I've had to reconnect you to the cornerstone that I have and the 'intersection plan' I have for your life. Some have said, 'I've been afraid to cross over at this intersection. I've been afraid to move past. I've waited and waited and waited.' But now I have come to rearrange you, to move your fears and to remove them from you. I've come to bring the sound of change at the light, at your intersection. I'm changing the light. I'm ringing the bell. Hear the sound over the opening of the Stock Market. Discern that sound. Hear the sound over the currencies of the world."
I heard the Lord instruct us to place our coins in the vessels we had assembled. The Spirit of God was saying, "Take your change, take the coins you have and shake them in a container. I want your change and the sound of your change from the bottom up. I want it changing. I want the sound of the currencies of the earth to change. Hear the sound. I can change your structure and your supply from the bottom; I can bring it up." Even as we've been trying to change something one way, the Lord is saying, "I'm rearranging the way the change needs to occur."

My Tree

Have you ever planted a tree? Well, it is quite the job.

First, you have to pick out the tree. The tree can not jump up and down and yell, "pick me, pick me". It can not seek you out and try to persuade you to take it home with you. No, you have to figure out which tree you want to take home.

When I became a Christian, it was because I was looking for the right God. I had a void inside of me that needed filling. So, what to plant? I did not see any God yelling, "pick me, pick me". No, I had to figure out which God I was going to take home with me.

Then you pick the tree. You look to see which is the greener, stronger and bears the best and most fruit. You do not want to take one home that has holes in the leaves, brown tips nor empty of food.

When I looked around at different religions I noticed that many had holes in their theology and were empty of nourishment to my spirit.

Does the trunk of the tree have a firm base? Will the trunk hold up in the wind or will it snap at with the strength of a storm?

I found in my search of spirituality that most religions had no strong foundation. That in the hard times there was nothing that one could hold on to for strength in the chaos of the day.

So, you find your tree and take it home. Where to put the tree? Should it be in the front yard or the back? Should I hide it from the neighbors or show it off in all its beauty? Where is the perfect place to put my new tree? I must remember to put it in the perfect place, so that I will not grow tired of it and want it to move to a new location. Because, once I have planted it...there it will stand.

I once had a woman tell me that my zealous attitude towards God would wain over the years. That I would loose my excitement and energy towards God. To an extent this is true. That newness does wear off, but if I have planted my God in the appropriate area of my spirit, I will continue to admire the beauty of my God.

So, I have made my decision and have found the perfect place to plant my tree. Now, how deep should I plant this tree? The roots need to go deep for nourishment and strength. It needs room to spread its root and grow tall. The tree needs to be deep enough that it will not lean to one side or the other.

I planted my God, deep within my spirit. If I did not, the ground would have been shaky. I need my God to hold me up so that I will not lean from one side or the other. His deep roots nourish me and keep me strong. A strong foundation.

Now that my tree is in the ground, I need to water it and keep the bugs from destroying it.

The tree of life that is within me is nourished by the Word of God. The enemy comes and tries to destroy my faith but, I have the insecticide of the Word to protect me. They can try but they can not succeed.

So, with time my tree will develop fruit, if I continue to nourish it and protect it. The tree will grow strong and give shade to the weary and beauty to the beholder. It will be a magnificent tree. Others will want the same tree I have and will ask "Where did you get that tree?"

I will tell them, there is only one tree. But, I will share this tree with you. It is my God. The Living God. He is tall and strong, with roots that go on forever. He gives you fruit to live on and shade from the turmoil of life. His foundation is assured and His protection unwavering. This tree I share with you is Jesus Christ.

In all things, God, gives peace to the weary, beauty to the eye and strength to those who feed upon His fruit. He is the tree that I lean on and pick from. He is planted in front of my house for all to see and I will share Him daily with all who will listen.

A Strom is Coming

Last night we had a "particularly dangerous weather situation". That is what the meteorologist called it. I call it "storms".

The city was prepared for the worse. Wichita State University and other colleges is the area closed. Events around the city canceled. For ourselves, we were suppose to have a barbecue for our community group and had to make the decision to cancel.

We waited to cancel, watching the radar. Finally, we made the calls. But, I could not get a hold of everyone. I have a tendency to misplace items and I had misplaced my phone book,... again. One, person, showed up. She brought strawberry short cake. So, I love her.

She was invited for dinner, so I made dinner, after the storm came through. The tornado sirens go off. The city, already on alert, became tense with the sound. The news station, that we were watching, made their employees go to the basement. My son, his wife, two dogs and two cats show up. They have no basement. The animals went down to my basement, but of course the humans stay upstairs to watch the chaos.

The silent prayers go up. We sit in front of the t.v. and see the pictures of the horizon as the clouds lower over an area that has had two F5 tornadoes already destroy it in the past. Someone in the room says "Poor people". More prayers.

The rain is so intense it looks foggy outside. The wind blows strong, 60 mph. The trees are bending over and snapping back up. The cats in the basement howl with displeasure. More prayers go up.

Then it stops. It just stops. It came and went so quickly. A nonevent. I make dinner, my son, his wife, two cats and two dogs pack up and leave. My husbands prayer over dinner, included protection. But, before we can get to that delicious dessert, the lights go out. Then they come on, then out, then on and finally out.

We and our guest were now in the dark. I had just put the lanterns away from the last storm outage. I get the lantern again, lite them and we begin to converse. We talk about anything and everything. Sirens cut through the air as the police and fire departments went to the aide of the citizens. We were, however, safe. Prayers answered.

Knowing there was strawberry shortcake to be had, I announced the lantern was coming with me to the kitchen to eat dessert. I pick up one of the lantern and the top flies off and shatters on the floor. Of course I was not in my tornado attire and was bare foot and in the dark. Now, I'm froze in time. Husband to the rescue. Of course, he is not in his tornado attire either, but he braves the class and rescues me while the others bring more lanterns and candles. Free from my mess, our guest and I get to work and eat strawberry shortcake.

After eating, we all end up on the front porch. People tend to go outside when the power goes off. Maybe to cool off, but more than likely to see if they are the only one without power. The neighborhood was abuzz with activity.

Our guest and myself talked about God and our peace of mind that He is in control. We sat there in the safety of our Lord as ambulances and police cars drove past. The air was now quiet and still. The temperature had dropped 30 degrees and a since of relief was settling into our spirits.

No tornado had touched the city. Damage was minimal and our lights came back on. Things were coming back to normal.

Our guest left and I thought back on the night. At one point in the night, while sitting on the porch, I realized that I had no idea what was happening in the world. That anything could occur and I was vulnerable to it. As I was thinking on this, God shared with me that I need to get use to this feeling. That it will not be the last time I feel isolated and vulnerable to the world.

But, I am safe in the arms of my Lord. There is a storm coming. With the days now short, our lives will be changing. We need to find strength in our Lord. This nonevent in my life, was just a taste of things to come. But, in it all, I found support from God, friends, children and my husband. We band together and find the peace that comes from relationships with each other and God. There will be peace in this time to come. This time of turmoil that lies ahead. It is the peace that goes beyond all understanding. It is the peace of God.

When We Do Not Know What To Pray

Pray This

Matthew 6: 9-13


" 'Our Father in heaven,

hallowed be your name,

your kingdom come,

your will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us today our daily bread.

Forgive us our debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from the evil one.


Sometimes I want to pray and I am at a loss for words. This is my prayer.

Snake

I do not like snakes. They, like mice, startle me. I do not like to be startled.

I stay away from snakes. But, if I am in the car and see one crossing the road, I will make a bee line for that snake and run right over it. Then I get the hibby gibbies thinking about the snake on my tires. I avoid snakes at all costs.

Just yesterday my brother, Only In His Service, and I were working in my backyard. My brother suddenly jumped, startled. You guessed it. A snake. But, I did not run, I did not jump on top of anything, instead I ran and got my camera. Who is this woman?

I stood there and took multiple pictures of this snake and it's little snake friend. I do not recognize this woman.

This morning while I was thinking and praying about blogging, God brought this event back to me and talked to me about the world. You see, I have grown to accept the snake as a way of life. I have grown accustom to the snake in my life. He, the snake, is the same, I have changed.

So, I have began to search myself. What else of this world have I grown accustom to and accepted into my life. Have I forgotten that I am not of this world. I did not see the change that brought acceptance of the snake in my life. Could it be that other worldly things have crept into my life and I did not notice. How worldly have I become?

I still do not want to touch the snake. But, I seem to have lost my fear and disgust with the snake. Slowly, I have accepted the snake. Letting him in inch by inch. How numb I have become to the snake.

Have I become numb to the things of this world and begun to just go with the flow. To allow myself to inch by inch fall into the schemes of the evil one. To say to myself "oh well, it's just a snake". No harm in seeing a snake, just do not touch the snake.

How easy it is to fall into the evil trap set aside just for us Christians. How easy to slide into the world and see it, accept it, but tell ourselves, "I will not touch it." Danger, Will Smith, Danger". There in lies our vulnerability. Telling ourselves I can look but not touch.

We, as Christians, are prey to the predator, Satan. Like the snake he spends his day looking for the vulnerable to devour. The prey, does not pay attention to their surroundings and succumbs to the predator. Loosing their life in the twinkling of an eye.

Search thyself.

Abandoned

Sunday, at church, I needed to be at the altar to worship. I went to the front of the church and flew into the arms of my Lord.

I never close my eyes when I pray, you do not want to miss something that God may be doing, but I do close my eye when I worship. While I was worshiping this last Sunday, I heard something next to me. I opened my eyes because it was a bit startling. I did not turn my head to see what was going on, but did shift my eyes in that direction.

What I heard and saw was someone on their knees next to me. She was yelling as loud as she could "Lord, I give you my anger, my bitterness, my hate." I closed my eyes again, but would open them now and then because I could hear her sobbing, gasping and talking. She tore up a piece of paper and threw it on the altar. Then stood there looking exhausted.

When the song was over, I turned to see who it was and it was a friend of mine. We hugged and she said "I can not believe how long I have held on to my anger". After worship was over, she turned to the church and shared her feeling. She said, that she had thought that God would never accept her. She had been molested multiple times, raped and with many men. Just filthy. But, she shared that God loves her. That He had given her an incredible husband. It was a remarkable moment.

This woman let herself become vulnerable in front of the church. She was not ashamed of how God was moving her and did not care what the world thought. God healed her in that moment. Like David, she became naked to the world. She only wanted what God was offering at that moment and was not going to let it go by without grabbing on to God's garment. She is healed.

So many times we allow the Spirit of God to just fly by. We ignore His urging or say to ourselves "I'm not going to do that". If this woman had done that, she would have missed her emotional healing. To few of us will allow ourselves to look peculiar. Yet, we are called to be peculiar. We fear the thoughts of man.

To be totally abandoned into the presence of God, is what we are called to do. To fly freely into His arms and enjoy His very presence. To dance, sing, yell, rejoice or anything that He may move you to do. But, we suppressed the Spirit and do not allow Him to move on us as He did on this woman.

This is a perilous time. Much is happening in the spirit realm. If we are not in tune with the things of God we will be easily swayed to the wrong way of things. I was once told that my radio was tuned to a different broadcast than everyone else. May I suggest, dear reader, that we all tune our radios into the realm of God and listen to what He is saying. Because, if you are tuned into the wrong air waves, you just may miss the Good News.

Repentance

This last weekend I was asked to get a prophetic team together and prophesy over some women going through a class. I could not use my existing team because some of them were in the class. So, I got together three other women and we spent the day in prayer over this class.

It went well. We flowed together well and experienced the Lord all day. The Holy Spirit spoke through us and many had revelation.

There was, however, one women with whom everything was different. She caused me to feel humble around her because of the way she carried God. She was so close to Him that you felt Him in her presence. She is from Africa and her and her husband had pastored a church, like mine. in a small town in Kansas. They are church planters.

We ministered to her, but when we went to pray for her, she looked at me and said "it is you". She shared that lately God would give her a vision of someone and she could feel what was going on with that person. She told me that I was empty inside and very lonely.

When she said this I could suddenly feel this great loneliness inside of me. It was huge. One of those, in the room, suggested it was because my mother had just died. This could be. But, I thought it was because every Christian sensitive that I know is alone. This started quit the conversation. Everyone identified, that even in a grounded room you are alone.

Then she said that she could see God putting blocks of wood into a glass inside of me and as soon as it was full, He pulled a block out of the bottom. I said that this reminded me of every time I get close to someone, God pulls that person away. I know that He does this so that I will go to Him not someone else. All the women in the room agreed with this as well. But, is this what God was saying to me.

It is rare for me to get a word from someone. I was told that I do not get words from others because I already hear from God. So, for me to get a word from someone is unique and I need to pay attention. So, what could it mean.

The word weighs on me. I think about it a lot. Waiting for revelation. Sunday we took communion. My husband and I take it together. At our church you go up and get your bread and juice then take it back to your seat. So, my husband and I share with each other what is on our minds, or what we need to repent from etc. Well, my husband starts talking about all he has no needs that have not been met by God. All of the sudden, I was struck by revelation and began to cry.

The Lord showed me that I am never satisfied. That I have acquired a need to have stuff. My stuff has become more important to me than should be. It is not any thing of any substance, just stuff. I repented with great sadness and went to the altar to worship.

After church, I began to think about what the woman had said to me and try to find if this new revelation had any part in it. I can see were in part it does. It speaks to the loneliness. Trying to fill the void with stuff. The void, more than likely, is the death of my mother and I am trying to fill it with things other than God. But, when I look at the glass with blocks in it, it does not seem to work out.

Does God fill my class and then take out from the bottom. Does my dissatisfied state of being cause me to some how interfere with the gifts that God is giving. I can not see this is the revelation. So, as for now, I do not have understanding of the vision.

I confess, to you dear reader, that I have been looking to values other than God to satisfy my loss of my mother. I praise God for revealing this to me because I was certainly blind to this fact. But, no excuse, I did not take the time to search myself for those things that lie deep within myself that destroy instead of build up. So, in repentance, I turn my back on this sin and walk forward to the love of God over my spirit and find all my needs met in Him.