I don’t know if I said this before, so I will try and communicate it now: anything and everything I write that means something comes directly from the Holy Spirit. My blogs aren’t written off handedly-there is a spiritual connotation, God gives me the song, and when the synchronicity becomes too much to bare? I cave, and I write.
Right at this minute there is a war going on: for your soul, your mind and your faith. God promised us in Revelations that the enemy can’t take your soul, but what would happen, say, if you sold it? That’s right-to the other team, the spiritually corrupt enemies of Jesus Christ-they are working non stop to control your thoughts, prayers and mind.
Some of us have known Jesus our entire lives. It’s not that we knew who He was as tiny tots, but it is my belief that we knew His love from the word go-I am one of these people. One of my earliest memories is that of sitting on the pot as a small child.
Please let my family be happy, healthy, holy and safe.
How many toddlers come out with that? And how many knew at a very young age that they were loved and protected by a gracious and loyal God? My mother raised us in the Catholic church-and if we learned anything it was to FEAR Him. At 5 years old I was petrified to step on the crack of a sidewalk, as I assumed that it would, indeed, break my momma’s back. But when I was alone? In the quiet, by myself I felt the love of Jesus. I don’t think I would have managed the childhood drama trauma if I didn’t know that at the end of the day, God was in control.
And yet, as I grew older, I became an anxious bundle of phobias and limitation. We were raised to be alarmed at anything and everything. My very own sister was in a high chair until the age of twelve, but that’s another story for another day. I remember my first kiss, Tom Shunder-the absolute crush of my life. I was fifteen and knew that I could not tell my mother. She had actually told me that you can get pregnant from kissing boys-and I believed her! So there I was, the next day, looking up French kiss in the Encyclopedia Britannica-it makes me sad just thinking about that day.
If you give it your all, this precious thing called Faith will suffice. God’s grace is sufficient. There is nothing to fear. If something doesn’t sit well with you? Call out His name.