I have a condition, it’s called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Under control about 95% of the time, it never fails to shock me, to shake my foundation-when I am triggered? I fall completely apart. The answer doesn’t lie in what triggered me at any particular moment in time. No, the answer is letting go and letting God.
But what if you are angry with Abba at that moment in time? Will He hear you? Will he even give you an ear? I used to think that if I pissed my Lord and Savior off, (the unhinged, unabridged, unadulterated meltdown comes with the caveat:
Great, now you’ve done it. Who’s going to listen to you now? Who will come to your aid when you call out in dire need? Who will rock you to sleep with His own special lullaby, one that eases every crevice of your heart, one that puts you to sleep as if an army of angels lay at your feet?
The answer, as you well know, is Jesus. Abba. The Son of Man. Prince of Peace, Alpha and Omega. There is nothing, nothing on this planet, that can steal God’s love from you. You are His beholden, His beloved child. If you can’t cry out to God whilst in heavy duty emotional pain, well then, who?
We are in the middle of a storm, one that is blasting us with up to 65 mph winds. I am contrary by nature-just tell me that I cannot do something and you can rest assured that is the exact thing I will yearn to do. Hiking is out, so Fido (my nickname for my golden retriever, Jesse) and I are left to our own devices. I have sinus issues due to a deviated septum. Remind me to tell you that story, holy crap on a cracker it’s a good one! Of course, I ended up with a bloody, broken nose and a lawsuit-the perp? My best friend and roommate, Lisa Walling. I digress….back to my angst.
What drove me to put my head back and scream like a child? Many things, actually. It never ceases to amaze me, the strength God has given me for a time such as this: I am a rock most days, because of His mercy and grace.
I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me.
For the last year and a half, I have fought the good fight-at least when it comes to the Great Awakening. I have researched subjects such as Child Trafficking, The Deep State Cabal, Satanic Ritual Abuse, the dozens of attempts on President Trump’s life-and as I watched the latest video from The Patriot Hour (love that man, go check him out, tell him I sent you) explaining Nancy Pelosi’s latest attempt at foiling The Donald. Her mission? To assassinate the President and Vice President-making her the first female president, and God help me, who wants THAT?
The story goes that she took 93 of her closest friends, family and politicians with her on a commercial flight to Afghanistan, among other destinations. The unmitigated nerve of that woman-to once again try to put it on our tab-she is known for spending thousands and thousands of tax payer dollars on booze. She is unfathomably rich, and on a government salary-it makes you wonder. Just take a look at her district, but fair warning, you may become physically ill, or perhaps fall into a blind rage, as I just did, in my laundry room.
So, as I said, it surprises me that I can research evil incarnate, but my dog barking to go out for the thirteenth time in an hour (he does it for treats) in the midst of an almost-hurricane? Well, that had me squealing like a hogtied pig.
And of course, after screaming at my dog (never, ever have I done that) I broke down into hysterics; ranting and raving, then begging His forgiveness. I sat down with my pooch and apologized, over and over again. He kissed my tears away, sat beside me on the couch, as if to say-it’s okay mom, I get it, I really, really do.
I sat down and pondered my throbbing headache, urge to pound sand and other messy, complicated feelings. Lord, where is this coming from?
And He answered me, and quickly at that.
This Border Wall argument has nothing to do with illegals, or even a border wall…bare with me. The elite of this world are vampires, who suck the blood out of innocent, traumatized children for adrenochrome. I have seen evidence of this. If the country closes its doors to illegal aliens, then where will the Cabal get their blood? Illegals are easy to target, we have no record of them-when they go missing? No one but their families know-and how can they prove what happened to their beloved son, daughter, brother, sister, friend?
With acoustic astronomy, scientists are able to observe and listen to the sounds and vibrations of space. They have found that stars don’t orbit in silence, but rather generate music in the mysterious night sky. Like humpback whale sounds, the resonance of stars exist at wavelengths or frequencies that may not be heard by the human ears. Yet, this music, combined with that of the whales and other creatures create a symphony that proclaims the greatness of God.
Now, a question for you. Who will you turn to when the laughter abets, the tide turns to red, or the evil permeates the air you breathe?
As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.