Find Your Victory Song

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Off CA 177 Highway March 2018

Circumstantial, emotional and mental darkness can leave us lost without words, without hope, without joy. How do we fight when it all feels so dark?

I must be honest, I am an optimist. I tend to lean towards the cup half full and even try to convince people it is actually full because there is air inside of the cup too. It really is full even when you can’t see the complete fullness. I wouldn’t call myself a Pollyanna. I have let some of life’s unfortunate realities cause me to be suspicious and untrusting (although some of that is also a gift in discernment). M.S. has stripped me down to reveal the hard days can beat me into an emotional battle between light and darkness. How do I keep from falling deep down into the dark pit?

-I let precious people in my life know when I am struggling with physical, emotional or mental issues. Honesty keeps me from putting on masks. Prayer, emotional support and talking through my feelings helps to prevent me from spiraling down.

-I set my heart on eternity by reading God’s word, grabbing hold of His promises and reminding myself of His faithfulness. Like David, I lay it all on the table with God; what I feel to be injustices, sorrows, anger, etc. and I let Him reveal His heart to me in the midst of what He is allowing.

“Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me; O Lord, be my help. You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.” Psalm 30: 10-12

“O Lord my God, I called to you for help and you healed me. O Lord, you brought me up from the grave, you spared me from going down into the pit.” Psalm 30:2-3

“Free me from the trap that is set for me, for you are my refuge. Into your hands I commit my spirit……. I will be glad and rejoice in your love, for you saw my affliction and knew the anguish of my soul. You have not handed me over to the enemy but have set my feet in a spacious place.” Psalm 31: 4-8

Reading the Psalms helps me to be reminded of God’s faithfulness in the midst of great trials. David was running for his life when he had done no wrong. Although he had been chosen to be a future king the journey to get there was grueling.  At one point David’s wife mocked him in public. David had extreme physical, mental and emotional pain and he learned to pursue God’s presence and lay all the ugly on the table and allow the Father to reveal His hand in the process. David constantly recognized God’s love in the midst of the journey and his songs came from these places of wrestling.

I have my own fight songs that “Hoo-rah” me into pressing onward and upward. I haven’t written my own yet but there are amazing songs written to encourage and uplift. Below are just a few of my favorites. I have so many. I pray you gather a collection of “Fight Songs” to encourage you on down, dark and down right stinky days. God wants to lift your head.

I realize this video is very emotional. It has me bawling every time I watch it which is why I do not watch it often. 🙂 Feel free to listen to the song and Rise Up!

 

 

I encourage you to write your own Victory Song proclaiming the Victory through the Journey of Trials. We will enter in with a Victory Dance and Victory Song. Look Up! Your redemption draws near!

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God’s Heart toward You

God’s heart has always been to be with you.

He does not need you. He freely chooses you.

His communion with Moses in the dry of the desert sun-tabernacle full of glory. Son of God come in the flesh, God in our very skin to walk among us, to be with us- tabernacle among us. 

His intimate covenant with you and me, His blood shed for you and me, was it for His own fulfillment? His only reason was LOVE. He chose us. He loved us enough to want us to have whole hearted devotion to Him. And when we are wholly connected to the Holy God we are holy. We are whole. We are complete.

“Because I live, you also will live”, Jesus said. “I have come that you may have life, life more abundant!”

When the Son went to the Father, He did not leave us alone. He sent our Counselor to be with us forever. Forever. With. Us. The Spirit of truth. 

He does not leave us as orphans. He welcomes us and calls us His own, special, royal, BELOVED.

He loves to be entwined with you. The Vine and branch melding together and bearing fruit. Do you glimpse the intimacy of the Father God with you? You are His. You are loved.

Write this on your hands. Write it on your walls. Dry erase marker it to your mirrors. Drill this in your head until the lies of the enemy fade away.
You are loved. And you are enough because you are His. 

My Bleeding Heart Met the Healer

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I was a young, teenage girl searching for the avenue to which my bleeding heart could be healed.  The gashes of Daddy moving away and being raised in a single parent home ran deep into my being. It didn’t matter that I knew I was loved and daddy wasn’t far and that I had him every other weekend and Wednesday and sometimes days during the week too. It was broken home that broke me. The wound was deep and it bled onto each boy I had a relationship with. I clung to each one as if he were my last hope. Hope. They never told me not to put my hope in a boy. He might crush you and you, you might be the one to crush him. My veins cried out for rest from this crazy wave of impulses and heartache. With one such situation I wanted to end it all. I didn’t want to keep moving forward with this life. Why did it matter anyway? This life? What was I here for? Would anyone really miss me?

Alcohol was already luring me. Just a swig could numb the pain. Just a swig here and there and I wouldn’t get caught. Just a cigarette here and there and mama wouldn’t know. Addiction was grabbing at me and I was slowly being pulled into its grasp. Escaping seemed easier than facing the pain. I wasn’t desperate or daring enough to do the job.

Friends and fun weren’t lacking but as I stood surrounded by a crowd of friends the loneliness hovered around me, the emptiness deep. I was still lacking to be known or really it was to know.  To know how much there really was to this life. To know the Giver of Life.

Religion wasn’t foreign to me and either was Jesus. I was raised in the Catholic church. I was involved in the youth group and loving it. I was a church going girl with a wild side and deep wounds. Because of my involvement in the church my sweet friend Crystal came to me with questions about heaven. I answered honestly. I didn’t know. I didn’t know how to get to heaven. I knew that I wanted to know.

And then I was invited to a Harvest Crusade by my best friend Cheree and her family. I borrowed her adorable clothes and dressed to the T to impress a much older boy who was going with us. I was going to impress and instead I was impressed upon by the Holy Spirit of Truth. I stayed in  my seat at the Angels Stadium but I was struck by the words from the Pastor’s mouth and there was no shaking this electricity flowing through my veins. The following week I went to church with my friend and I had to sit on my hands during service. I couldn’t wait to go forward and surrender my life to Christ. I couldn’t wait to receive His gift of love. I was overcome. I wept as I met my Healer. That day was the beginning of my healing.